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It was september.

Rain was pouring down outside of the church, that at the moment was empty, the mass was already finished and William was supposed to be cleaning the altar, he enjoyed doing that and that distracted him on nights like this. But another thing was distracting him.

"I'm sorry, father, I've sinned", said the smooth voice of that dark being.

Michael was kneeled before his feet, his smile was so evil yet so pretty. William had his back to the altar, in front of the circular stained glass on the back wall of the church, the water from the rain running down the colorful glass without a break. The church was dark, only a few candles were lit on the altar for the faithful on the side of the church, but it wasn't near enough to light the whole room. William's eyes were adapted to the darkness, he could see everything, from his trembling legs to the lustful dark eyes on him. The longer black locks were shining even with the little light coming through the window behind them.

His cassock was pulled up to his waist, his trousers were at his feet, dripping over his clean, black shoes. His cock pulsating in the hands of the man by his feet, the altar being used as a support so the godly man wouldn't collapse.

"I was bad… so, so bad, did you know?", Michael commented, his hand going up and down on the hard cock of the holy man, "I need to be punished for being a filthy sinner, don't I?"

William didn't have words. Nothing would come out of his mouth, only low moans and slow pants. A lightning illuminated the dark church, for a second, William could see Michael's sharp fangs, so pointy and shiny. His wanton tongue ran down through the base of the aching cock, making the priest close his hands in fists, a rolled up rosary put pressure on his skin, stopping the blood from running through the palms of his hands. His poor heart was beating so fast. It was safe to say he never felt like that. The fast wind of the rain was whistling around the church. Its coldness was not even bothering him, his blood was running through his veins so fast that it wasn't giving him a slight hint that it was cold out.

"Tell me, father", Michael licked the reddining tip of the other man's cock, precum already running down his slit, being collected by the expert tongue, "how many Hail Marys do I have to pray so I can be forgiven if I fuck you on top of this altar?" 

The vampire slided his long teeth throughout the poor man's cock length, only to tease him, his fangs were able to feel any tiny pulsation on his cock's veins. The dark being put the hard and heavy cock on top of his face and looked the man deep in his eyes, showing his sharp teeth as he smiled, being a disgusting fucking tease.

"Punish me for being impure, father, please", Michael begged.

Wheeler swallowed William's cock, finally putting the man out of his misery and started sucking him off.

And at that moment, he woke up.

The poor priest's eyes opened in chock, looking at the white wood sealing of his room at the church. He looked at his clock on the bedside table. 3:47AM. He rubbed his face, groaning, he could feel his cock pulsating inside his pajama pants, aching hard, and it didn't look like it would go down naturally.

"Not again", he whispered to himself, sighing.

There was nothing to do, the missionary spat on his hand and pulled the covers up with his other hand, and put his hand inside his pants, touching himself. An agonized moan left his lips, he was so needy, his hand moved so fast on his cock, going up and down, slobbering spit all over his sensitive skin, with no rhythm, completely out of his mind.

Since that man had showed up at his church, the priest hadn't had a day of peace. He would dream and think impure things, and he wouldn't be able to stop thinking until he would do something about it. 

His body tensed up as a knot was pulled thigh in his stomach. His free hand cupped his balls, massaging them, the other one kept going up and down, the saliva helping its movements. He bit his own lip, not to moan too loud and not to curse, he already was doing things he shouldn't. With a low groan, he reached his orgasm, thinking about his dream, about feeling those sharp teeth against his skin.

William's mind only had Michael and everything he had said in it. He was dressed all in black the first time he saw him in church, even though it was common for some devotees to wear black, he still stood out in the crowd of them in that Sunday night mass. It was like he was the only one there, because, for some reason, he would always get his eyes back to his challenging eyes and unsettling smile. No matter how much the priest tried to look at other people, his eyes would always come back to him.

The man even stood in line for the communion wafer. William swallowed hard and he showed up on his vision, behind an old lady, he forgot about him for a second.

"The body of Christ", said the priest, offering the wafer.

"Amen", said the man, putting his tongue out, giving a side smile as the wafer was placed on top of his tongue, closing his mouth.

At the end of the mass, he stayed seated on the benches, alone in silence. It was more unsettling than if he was breaking everything or screaming.

"May I help you?", William asked as he approached, "Would you like to talk to me, sir?"

Michael looked at him and smiled, "Hello, father Byers, my name is Michael Wheeler and I came here to verify if my presence bothers you."

The priest frowned, he would never tell the truth to a question like this, he had a job to do, he could ask for forgiveness for lying afterwards, "Of course not, I'm here to help anyone that seeks divine help."

"To be a priest, did you have to become a virgin again?", Michael asked, his voice never changing, always in this soothing tone.

The priest's green eyes widened, "Wh-what?"

"I'm sorry for being inappropriate", the smaller one stood up, "But I believe that we are in a good century for open talks such as this."

"I think you should rethink your questions."

"What? I can't ask about all the guys you fucked before you became a priest?"

William took a step back, "What do you want from me?"

"I wanted to know if you believe in vampires, father."

"There is no such thing", he swallowed hard, giving another step back when Michael took a step forward.

"And souls?"

"What do you want?", William tried to get an answer again, his heart was beating so fast, it seemed it would burst through his chest.

"I just want a minute of your time to talk about us", Michael was talking like William knew what all of this was all about.

"Sir…"

Michael smiled, "Calling me like that gives me goosebumps."

Wheeler touched the priest's arm, going down to reach his hand, once their skins touched, he smiled, showing his two sharp and delicate teeth. William didn't know what happened, but his vision got black. It was like his body couldn't handle the contact.

The next day, William woke up on a spare room's bed, covered in the sheets and still using his cassock. He didn't even remember when he got on that bed. Maybe he was so tired he got confused and walked into that unoccupied room after the mass and slept without even noticing, he was so tired, after all. So tired he had a nightmare about a vampire trying to talk to him, talking about his previous life, telling him things he didn't want to hear, because he was scared of them. He had a horrible day due to his nightmare. He was so intrigued with the lonely man in black at his mass that he even dreamed about him.

But that wasn't a dream, it was the first time Michael and William talked.

And Michael continued showing up at the masses. He sat down and just watched, only at night. That fact even made William want to stop the night masses, but he had to think about people that could only show up at that time, because of work or studies, and he couldn't take that away from them. Also, Michael wasn't a vampire, there were no such things, he had a nightmare and that was it. He just needed to continue his services as usual.

The second time they talked was after another mass, William was cleaning things up, as always, and found Michael, once again, sitting down on the benches.

"Good evening, father", Michael said once he got noticed, standing up and approaching the altar, getting closer to the priest, who looked at him like a scared cat.

"Hello… What's your name, sir?", the man with the black hair said his name the last time they saw each other, but that was just a dream right?

"You thought that the last time we talked was a dream, William?", and he chuckled at the terrified look the smaller one gave him.

"What do you want from me?"

"I came to explain everything, ok?", Michael sighed, "Last time, I wasn't able to finish my thoughts, and I think I scared you too much", he smiled slightly. His canines were sharper than average, and William chose to think that was all, that there was no deeper meaning to why they looked sharp like that, "Scared you so much you preferred to think you had a nightmare", he chuckled, but contained himself while the other still looked horrified, "You said that you don't believe in vampires, and frankly, that surprises me by the amount of vampire slayers that are inside the church."

"If you are a vampire, how can you get inside the church?", William asked, "It's a sacred place."

"I wasn't created by the devil, father."

"What do you want here?"

"I wanted to talk to you about a link we share."

"Link?"

"Yes… my soul and yours are connected."

"You don't have a soul."

"So how am I connected to you? How can I feel the fear of me you have? How do I know why you became a priest?", the priest's eyes widened, "I can smell the sin in you", the vampire smiled, showing his sharp canines, "And it smells so fucking good."

"How did you get in here? Don't you have to be invited in order to get in?"

"In the house of God, everyone is invited, aren't they?"

William rolled his eyes, "Touche."

Michael smiled, the mortal controlled himself not to smile as well, "I came here because your presence makes me stronger and I need that. If I don't comply to our soul bond, I get weak. I need to be by your side and take care of you."

"But… w-why me?"

"I don't know", Wheeler sighed again, "I only know that our souls are linked", his hand approached a candle on his right side and ran his hand through the flames, "I can't force you to be by my side, of course. It's not how things work, I'm not a monster", Michael's eyebrows raised, "Technically, I am, but not that kind", William's face softened with a little smile, getting Michael to smile as well, "I only kept showing up here, because you wanted to see me."

"I wanted?", Byers asked, looking kind of shocked.

"Yeah… It must have been the curiosity, that's why I needed to explain what was going on. Maybe knowing why I am here, you can decide what you want to do. If you wish that I don't come back, I will do as you want."

"I don't want you to come back", he informed, determined of his decision.

Michael nodded, "Okay, if that is really what you wish for, I will not come back", he smiled politely, "I'm sorry by the way I started talking to you, your presence is too powerful for me", the vampire smiled, "Have a great life, father."

"You too, mister Wheeler."

Michael stopped showing up, and that made William calm down a little, only to get anxious because of his sinful dreams. All day, he thought about Michael, about doing inappropriate things inside the church, he even started getting lost in his masses, losing his train of thought constantly, he was even having a hard time eating.

At the end of that evening, he was inside the confessional, listening to people's sins and giving them the opportunity to regret and ask for forgiveness. He was thinking that would be a calm evening, he was getting distracted trying to help people, until his heart raced when he listened to that voice again.

"Good evening", William said when someone sat in the booth next to his.

"Forgive me, father, for I have sinned."

It was Michael, it was his voice. William wasn't able to keep calm, he looked at the partition screen filled with little holes, and his heart raced. The partition was used to keep the person and the priest to see each other properly, but he knew that side profile too well. It was like he memorized it from the first time they saw each other.

"What are you doing here?", the father asked, his voice shaking so much.

"Don't you want to listen to my sins, father?", Michael asked, his voice was so quiet, so pretty, "I said that I wouldn't come back if you truly wanted that. But I can feel you thinking about me, William."

"Sir, I…"

"Do you like dreaming about me, huh?", Michael chuckled, "It was so inappropriate, all the things you were thinking about me, I even blushed", William closed his eyes, trying to control his heart, and when he opened them up again, Michael's face was in front of his, he didn't even hear him moving, "And I don't even have warm blood in me to blush."

"Michael", the priest whispered, the other man was leaning over him, their faces so close, "I can't…"

"But you want it", Michael smiled, "What's wrong with desire? You are human, your life summarizes in sinning, regretting and asking for forgiveness."

"I have to be the exemple", William's body wanted the other man so badly, there was no hiding from him.

Since their souls were linked, Wheeler could see a lot about the priest, could see his past, his desires, so he could understand him more, and could provide with any necessity he had. And now, unfortunately to William, his necessities were carnal.

"You will always be the exemple", Michael smiled, and that time, it was a sweet smile, "You have such a kind heart, more than you give yourself credit for. You entered this life, because you were scared of being who you are. You shouldn't have done that just because you wanted a way to forgive yourself. God would never hate for being who you are, he created you. You are the kindest, most patient and nicest man I have ever met. You ask so much for forgiveness to others for being who you are when you should forgive yourself first", the smaller man sighed, "Forgive yourself for hating yourself so much."

"How do you know so much about me?", William asked, his eyes drifting down towards the man's lips.

"Our souls are linked, I know a lot. I'm sorry that is one-sided and you don't know so much about me, but… I don't scare you, do I?"

"No…", the father answered, his voice so quiet that it seemed he was confessing.

"Your biggest fear was always to accept your desires, wasn't it, father?"

"Yes… this truth scares me."

"It shouldn't", Michael's hand went to the mortal's face, moving slowly, wanting to know if he had permission to do it, and since William didn't move, he slid his hand on his face, "You're so kind… so generous… give yourself permission to like yourself, William."

The father took a deep breath, his heart accelerated commanding his actions. He got the vampire's face in his hands and kissed him. Michael purred and just allowed the other to kiss him. If William didn't want the connection, it would break naturally and each of them could live their lives. But since William didn't want that, Michael was yearning for that moment with him, desiring him. Not having William by his side was weakening him, he wasn't able to hunt, he wasn't as strong as he was before.

The kiss was heated, William even whimpered as he pulled Michael to sit on his lap. The priest wasn't wearing his cassock, he was in casual clothing, it wasn't a special occasion, after all, and his black pants were getting tighter. His cock was already aching from repressing all his desires.

The vampire ran his hands down the straight and brunette hair, biting his bottom lip, sucking on it slightly as his hips started to move back and forth. He could smell his blood, warm and so filled with lust, his pupils were getting wider with the wish of tasting it.

"You're so hot", Michael groaned, "I want you so bad. I need you right now."

"Here?"

"I know it's tight, but wasn't this one of your dreams, father?", Wheeler gave the other a mean grin, "If I remember correctly, I was on my knees here, with your cock deep in my throat. My only purpose was to give you pleasure, wasn't that it?", William nodded, he didn't want to hide anymore, "Isn't that what you want, father?"

"Yes… please…"

Michael's hands went to the priest's pants and started to take it off of him, still kissing him in complete despair. It has been so long since William had last kissed someone and kissing Michael with such lust was making his whole body respond, his mind was foggy, blank, his only thought was Michael. Their tongues would slide against one another in such a knowing way, it was like they knew how the other liked. 

"Fuck", Michael cussed looking at the thick cock resting over the black shirt, getting on his knees. He got it in his hand and felt it throb against his skin, and without a warning, he slid everything inside his mouth. The thick cock went inch by inch inside his mouth, only stopping when it was hitting the back of his throat.

Michael started bobbing his head up and down. The sounds were maddening, so sloppy and devoted. He was there on his knees, on that thigh space, with William's cock deep in his throat, drooling over his sensitive skin. William wasn't able to control himself, unfortunately, he moaned louder than he would like. To help him, Michael brought his hand to his lips and covered them. It has been so long since he last got a blow job, he was so responsive to everything happening, he didn't know how long he would last. Especially because the other knew what he was doing. His hips were going back and forth, fucking the other's mouth as he was going on an opposite direction.

"Michael… enough…", he said with his mouth still covered.

Wheeler took the cock out of his mouth and laughed maliciously, his tongue licking down the shaft, "I can feel your pulse", his sharp teeth ran down the skin, like Byers had dreamed so much about, it even made his eyes roll and his hips trust up, "You are so close already… I didn't even start having fun…"

"It has been so long", the priest stated, his hands gripping the seat while the sharp teeth teased his cock.

"You must taste so good", Michael purred, his tongue rolled around the tip, precum sliding on his tongue, "So pure…"

"I'm not pure…", William's mind wanted to give him an existential crisis, but his cock was covered in saliva and throbbing over a vampire, there was no space for that now.

Michael smiled and stood up, opening his own pants. William watched in silence, his lips so dry seeing the veiny, hard cock right in front of his face, "You're so pure… so sweet… and all mine…"

He knelt over the bench where Byers was sitting, getting on his lap, and spat on his hand and ran down the other man's cock grabbing his cock too, slobbering them with saliva while he devoured his lips in an ungodly way. William didn't have time to process the events. Michael started to move his hand up and down, masturbating them together. William dropped his head back and moaned, getting his mouth covered again. The only thing that separated them and the real world were the thin walls of the confessional.

"Jesus", the mortal whispered, grinding his hips, fucking his own cock in a vampire's hand, feeling his cock against his own, in a fucking confessional in a fucking church. 

"It's Michael", the vampire mocked, smiling maliciously and restarted the kiss.

William's hands grabbed Michael's biceps while the taller man moved his hand up and down and groaned between the kiss, feeling William's cock sliding against his. There was no way the poor human would be able to take that for too long.

The kiss stopped so the brown eyes could watch the green eyes, "You're so needy", Michael whispered, his lips going to William's neck. The priest's eyes widened when his heart raced and his cock throbbed at the idea of being bitten, "I can fucking smell how much you want to be bitten", the sharp teeth ran over the skin, gently, applying no pressure at all, but he could still feel how easily they would break his skin, "You want to be devored so bad, don't you?"

"Michael… sir… please", he pleaded.

"So cute", Michael smiled, feeling precum getting his hand wet, making his movements easier, "I'll do anything you want… but it won't be now… I can feel that you're so close", and he chuckled, "Aren't you?"

"Yes", William nodded, his whole body shaking.

"Then do it… cum for me, angel..."

It was all William had to hear, his whole body reacted almost immediately, having an orgasm after so many years surviving using only his own hands. The two men kissed desperately again. The sharp vampire teeth sliding on William's bottom lip, giving him goosebumps. He was gasping for air, but wasn't able to stop kissing the other, he wanted more and more of him.

Michael kept moving his hand, not stopping the kiss, preventing William's whines to get too loud, swallowing all the greedy noises he was making. The smaller man's cock didn't even have the time to calm down, being still stimulated after an orgasm. It was too much, but he couldn't bring himself to ask for the other to stop. He could feel the other's cock throbbing against yours, the soft skin sliding on his, it was too good to stop.

With a groan, Michael came as well, coating his own hand with more cum, a little bit was over their shirts, but they didn't mind. He gave William a little peck on the lips, stopping the kiss, allowing him to calm down. Even though he wasn't able to calm down that much since the other started to lick his own hand clean, his brown challenging eyes on the green, knowing very well what he was doing to the other.

Seeing William's lovely and satisfied face was everything that Michael needed, that and the fucking smell that came from him. The smell of satisfied, needy, lustful human blood.

"Are you okay?", Michael asked caressing the pretty brunette hair.

"I am", he nodded, taking a deep breath, "And you-?"

"Good evening, father", said a feminine voice coming from the other booth in the confessional, making William stop talking.

The green eyes widened at the other, who only smiled and whispered in his ear, "Answer."

"Good evening, miss", the priest said, trying to control his shaking voice.

"Forgive me, father, for I have sinned", said the young woman, who couldn't even fathom what kind of things were happening inside the little booth beside hers.

"What happened?", it was the only thing William could say, it was hard to think when Michael was licking and kissing his neck and caressing his hair, "Stop", he begged in a quiet whisper.

"No", Michael whispered back with a chuckle and gave him a little peck on the lips.

"I have inappropriate desires, father Byers", she said.

"What a nasty woman", Michael whispered against William's neck.

"What?", the young woman asked.

"Nothing, miss, please, continue."

"I have sexual desires over my sister's husband, father", she whispered, seeming so guilty, "I'm a horrible person."

"You've made a mistake, darling, it's normal", William said.

"See?", Michael said, smiling to the mortal, that put his hand over his mouth.

"What should I do, father? I don't want to do this to my sister."

"Go home and sleep through this night, tomorrow morning come back and pray three 'Lord's Prayers' and two 'Hail Mary's' and ask for God's forgiveness and enlightenment."

The young woman thanked him and soon left. William wasn't paying that much attention, to be brutally honest, because Michael got the hand that was over his mouth and started kissing, "Such a beautiful hand", he whispered, licking the index finger, "I can't wait to fuck your pretty ass while I watch you masturbate yourself and fucking beg for me to cum inside you", William's eyes widened while his finger was licked again, "Or I could just sit on the bed while I watch you open yourself for me", Michael smirked, "You would look so pretty fucking yourself for me…"

"Michael…"

"I would just love to watch you all trembly, fucking yourself, begging like a fucking slut", the vampire's dark brown eyes focused on the man that could only whimper quietly, "I wanna do so much with you… but I will be nice, ok?", and he smiled so innocently, standing up, closing his pants on again, "I will let you come down today."

For a second, William got worried, he didn't want to be without the other, "When will I see you again?", he stood up as well, getting close to the taller man.

Michael smiled, "I will come back tomorrow, okay?"

"Okay", before Michael could leave, his wrist was held, keeping him in place, so William could kiss him, "Goodnight, Michael."

"Goodnight, William", and William was left alone to put his clothes back on.

For the first time since he met Michael, he slept through the whole night without having any kind of dreams. 

The human asked for forgiveness the next morning, he prayed and begged for God not to hate him.

Even though it was killing him feeling like that, William couldn't hide his happiness when Michael showed up the next night. The human was cleaning the altar when he showed up, closing the big door of the church behind him.

"I'm just gonna finish this and we can go to my room", William said.

"This marble is so pretty", Michael said, his finger sliding through the altar, "How many Hail Marys do I have to pray so I can be forgiven if I fuck you on top of this altar?"

Byers furrowed his brow, "I hate this connection that doesn't give me any advantage."

Michael laughed, "You can ask me whatever you want."

He was thinking about one thing in particular, about him just being another one, "How many connections did you have before?"

"Like this one?", William nodded, "None. I had a lot of connections with human souls, but only platonic, they were my best friend and that was it. It's the first time I feel the desire to be with a human."

"Oh…", the priest nodded, for a second he was feeling special for being the first one.

"You're so pretty", Michael said, making the other one looking at him extremely shy.

"You're too."

"I know", the vampire smiled, without even a slight hesitation.

"You like yourself too much."

"I spend the whole day by my side, I have to like myself, or I would go insane."

The human stopped for a second to think, "I guess… you're right."

The taller one smiled proudly, "Yes, I am."

As soon as William finished his chore, they went to his room. Michael followed in silence, his steps were so soft that he didn't make a noise walking on the wooden floor, while it would creak under William's feet. At the door of the room, the vampire stopped and stayed, Byers looked at him not understanding what was happening.

"What's wrong?"

"I need permission to get in, the church is for everybody, but this is your room", Michael explained calmly.

"Oh!", William nodded, "That's why I woke up in the spare room the first day we met?"

Michael chuckled at the excitement in understanding the situation, "Yes, since it didn't belong to anyone I could get in. I'm sorry for leaving you there, I didn't want to leave you on the bench."

"What if there was no other room to leave me in?"

"I would probably have stayed with you in my arms until you woke up…"

"Really?"

Michael nodded, his long curly hair swinging slightly, "I wouldn't leave you somewhere I wouldn't find comfortable and I wouldn't take you to my home without your consent, so I would hold you. When I felt you would wake up, I would sit you at the bench and leave", the other was silent, listening attentively.

The brunette nodded, "Please, come in."

"Thank you."

The vampire walked in and watched as William closed the door, "Do you want water?", and the priest furrowed his brow, "Do you drink water?"

Michael laughed, "No to both questions", he got quiet for a second just looking at the other man, "You're so pretty."

"You need to stop complimenting me", William said very quietly.

"Only when it stops being true."

He could feel his cheeks getting hot, "Fuck."

Michael laughed, "Cursing, father? And because you're being complimented by a vampire? That's some gay shit."

"Stop", William laughed.

The vampire sat down on the bed and patted the mattress next to him, "Come here", William nodded and went to him, sitting down. The taller man's hand touched his, caressing the skin with his thumb. The priest leaned his head in Michael's direction, but the vampire only smiled and leaned his head back, "What do you think you are doing?", he grinned.

"I just… I wanted…"

"Hm?", Michael insisted, "Wanted what?"

"I wanted a kiss."

"I see…", the vampire nodded, "Then ask nicely."

"Kiss me, please."

"I know you can do better than this."

The human thought for a second and took a deep breath, he got on his knees before the other man, getting in between his legs, and he pressed his cheeks against Michael's knee, "Please, sir, kiss me."

He took a deep breath, his eyes getting darker, a malicious smile growing on his face, "Just one more time."

"Please, mister Wheeler", William begged, his face rubbing against his thigh, "Kiss me, please."

He looked so adorable and surrendered. Michael grabbed him by the shirt and licked his lower lip before kissing him, desperately. Their lips pressed against one another, their tongues tangling, while the man on his knees started undoing Michael's shirt.

William scratched his chest with his short nails, making Michael whine, "Fuck", he cussed.

"I want to suck you off, sir", he whispered. 

The vampire grabbed the other man's chin and got closer to him, "Repeat", he ordered.

 "I-I want to suck you off, sir."

Wheeler's cock throbbed, he wanted William so badly, since the day before he had been aching for him like this, on his knees, pleading for his attention, needing him to make him feel good, to make him feel good too. With platonic connections, Michael would feel the need to make them happy and the human would feel the same with him, but it was through kind acts of service, for instance the vampire would cook for the human and they would allow him to drink their blood. But with Byers? He wanted to make him feel so fucking good, like he never felt before.

"Do you want to blow me, mister Byers?", William nodded, "Do you want me to leave your mouth dripping with cum?"

"Ye-yes, sir", the human swallowed hard and nodded.

"You're such a slut", Michael purred, his thumb sliding through the other's bottom lip, "This pretty mouth looks like it was made for cock", William catched his thumb inside his mouth and sucked on it, "Look at you… with this angel face…", and he smiled, "You can do whatever you want with me. I am all yours."

In fact, he was, that link between them made one belong to the other. William took the vampire's shoes off and kissed his feet before taking the rest of his clothes off, going slow, enjoying his time. He noticed that Michael's body had so many scars, but still looked so pretty. After he finished undressing the taller man, he got back to his knees, resting between his legs.

Byers kissed his way up his thighs getting to his already hard cock, holding it gently. First, he liked and sucked each of his testicles, being very slow with his activity.

"Fucking shit", Michael cursed caressing the brunette hair.

William hated to admit, but he was too good at giving blow jobs, so he involved the cock with his mouth, with no major difficulties, and started to suck, being as sloppy as he could, drooling all over the soft skin, feeling the veins against his tongue. Michael cursed a few more times while the human had fun with him, his hand going up and down with his mouth, he could feel the tip of his cock hitting the other one's throat and he wouldn't even flinch. His hand was holding the brunette hair tightly.

William bobbed his head up and down, the rhythmic movements of his mouth were being accompanied by one of his hands and the other kept busy caressing his balls.

"This fucking mouth", Michael cursed grabbing the other man's hair even tighter, keeping him in place as his hips began to go back and forth, "Fuck…", his eyes focused on the man on his knees and watched his mouth being fucked, saliva running down his lips and chin, his cheeks red, his green eyes hooded and so, so wet with tears, "Fucking look at you…"

Wheeler started picking up a faster pace, his hips going deep and fast, the sounds William was making were incredible to the vampire, he would whimper and purr feeling the cock hit the back of his throat. Michael moaned, closing his eyes from time to time, his body wanting to do that, but soon he would open them again, because he needed to watch his cock fuck that pretty man's mouth.

"I'm gonna cum", he whispered, oh so quietly.

William just waited, like the good boy he was, watching the other groan and moan as he searched for his own orgasm. His green eyes rolled back when he felt cum coating his tongue. The grip in his hair got a little more soft, but it was still holding him in place

"Don't swallow", Michael asked, pulling on the man's hair, taking the cock out of his mouth, "Open wide for me…", and the mortal obeyed, "Fucking slut", he cursed, his cum covered his tongue, his eyes were watering from the blowjob and his mouth looked so pretty, all red and wet with spit, "Swallow."

William closed his mouth and swallowed as he was ordered, just to be pulled for a kiss, all the air being stolen from him. He couldn't even keep up with the strength that Michael had. Suddenly, he was lifted and positioned on the bed, his head lying on the pillows very gently, and the kiss continued as if nothing had happened.

 Slowly, amidst kisses and soft bites on his lips, the priest's pants, underwear and shoes were taken off, but his long sleeved, button up black shirt remained in place, Michael wanted to look at that white collar on the black blouse. The vampire took William's right hand and kissed the palm, making his way up to the wrist licking the rosary wrapped there.

"Don't do that", the priest begged, whimpering.

"Are you going to use it to pray and apologize for falling into temptation after I'm done with you, huh?", asked Michael, fangs shining against the soft light of the lampshades. He bit the beads and pulled just enough to squeeze a bit of William's wrist, so he could feel their pressure on his skin, "Won't you?"

"Oh, Jesus."

"I already told you, it's Michael", mocked the taller man, smiling, kissing the other man's wrist.

"I hate you."

"Hating is such a ugly feeling", scolded the vampire, kissing William's hip bone, making a trail down his thighs, before he let saliva run down his lips and fall over the needy cock, that throbbed against the human's stomach, "And you seem to like me a lot", the human groaned loudly as his cock was quickly pumped twice and then released, the saliva making the movement easier, "Lying and hating, how shameful."

"Bite me", William begged, forgetting his sins as the sharp teeth grazed his tender skin, threatening to bite.

"Should I bite you?", the human nodded looking at him, pleadingly with his beautiful eyes. His body was begging for that, he needed to be bitten, "And drink some of this lustful blood?"

"Please."

"You must taste so good", Michael teased, scraping his teeth again on his thigh, the human's cock throbbing hard, moving whenever the teeth grazed the skin.

This desperation to be bitten came from the bond they both had, it was the need to make the vampire stronger and that would, also, make the human stronger. It became something sexual in the case of the soul connection they had, there was this strong carnal desire involved, so it made it not only a nourishing need, but a physical need. In the other connections, it was strictly for mutual benefit.

"The pure taste of lamb", mocked Wheeler, licking his way to the priest's dick.

"Michael", William whimpered as the sharp fangs smoothed over the length of his cock.

Michael began to suck the extension of the cock, his hand holding the base and his tongue curling around it. Up and down, circling the tip with his tongue. William moaned, his belly being caressed by the other man's free hand, softening his despair (even though it was working with that intention).

"Please", William asked, in a delicate voice.

Michael laughed, his tongue slid along the delicate cock, sucking the balls gently, one after the other before he grabbed the thick thighs and bent them against Byers' torso. His tongue kept its trail down until the man's entrance, his tongue circling the ring of muscles before starting to suck and lick it.

"Fuck!", cursed William, desperately.

Michael chuckled softly returning to his work, letting saliva slide all over the entrance, "Fuck, I need to ruin", he whispered as he kept licking, watching William squirm and beg.

The human would whimper and beg, his words were a bit confusing, his mind was too foggy to make any real connections to form an actual phrase. His cock was hurting so much, his hand wrapped around it in complete despair and started stroking it in quick movements.

Michael moved away from his job and faced the other, "You're such a whore… did I say you could touch yourself?"

"No, sir", William let go of his own cock and took a deep breath as it fell hard against his stomach, throbbing against the skin.

"I like that shade of red", the vampire commented distractedly talking about the redness of the throbbing cock, "So desperate, it feels like I've been keeping you from cumming for hours when you came almost twenty-four hours ago."

William was about to say something, but his reasoning was interrupted by a pair of fingers that started sinking into his entrance, all the saliva making the movements easier.

"So tight", the vampire watched as his fingers were slowly swallowed, being pressed together, "You're going to crush my cock like this, angel… How many years has no one opened you up?"

"Too many, Mikey", William shyly replied.

"Not even yourself?"

"No… the position hurts my back."

Michael laughed at the sincerity, "I'm glad I arrived then… I'll make sure that you're always all open and ready for me…"

William moaned loudly, covering his mouth with his hands as the fingers curled inside him, hitting his prostate, and began to thrust back and forth, slowly at first, just to give him a little time to adjust with the feeling. There was nothing more adorable than that beautiful man shaking and begging for him like that. Michael had slept with many humans, of all genders and beliefs, but none of them had this energy, this sexuality that boiled inside them.

The thrusts were merciless, the human's cock leaked precum, pooling over his skin, he felt so fucking good, but he wanted more. And so did Michael.

"Oh, fuck", William cursed as the fingers abandoned him.

A painful slap crackled on the lying man's thigh, "Don't swear in the house of God."

"I'm sorry, sir."

Michael climbed over William's body and leaned over, their faces lining up, "That obedience of yours", he began, speaking very quietly, his eyes so dark even with the soft light the soft shade of brown was gone. He paused briefly to spit into his hand and slobber his cock with saliva, "is the sexiest thing I've ever had the pleasure of hearing…"

And with that William was kissed, a calm kiss that became desperate when Michael's cock started to be pushed inside him. The human's body trembled, accommodating every inch of that cock that would slowly find its way in.

"Your skin is so hot", William commented, a little aloof.

Michael smiled, sliding his cock almost completely out, "I'm not dead, Will", and slid back inside, "I'm just technically not alive."

"I understand, sir", he lied, he could no longer think properly as he felt Michael slide completely out just to thrust himself balls deep back in. A fuck has never taken so much power from his mind, and, again, it was because there was never a connection like the one they had.

William Byers was born to be by Michael Wheeler's side.

The thrusts began calmly, testing the waters, testing how fast the shorter man wanted him to go. Michael soon reached the speed the human wanted, his balls smacking against his skin. William's hands gripped his shoulders, keeping him very close.

He was panting and moaning, his handsome face contorting, his body squirming around, holding the vampire close. Michael kissed him, he was so beautiful, with such flashy lips, it was a sin not to kiss him every chance he got.

The kiss was paused just so William could whimper, "Harder."

Michael promptly complied, his hips working harder, the bed creaking with the movement on the mattress. The vampire looked at the image of the cross hanging on William's wall, made in a beautiful dark wood. As a way of thanking for the illustrious presence, Michael winked to the object, smiling wickedly, his face soon buried in the priest's neck, who groaned, clinging to his shoulders.

"Bite me", pleaded the human, so softly.

"Of course, angel."

Michael's fangs sank into the delicate neck, piercing the skin with ease. An obscene moan escaped Byers's lips, his back arching, he had never had a feeling like that, nothing could describe how his body felt. Michael started drinking the blood, so pure and so delicious, it made his eyes roll, his cock being crushed by William.

"Holy shit", the priest cursed, "I'm going to cum… please…"

"Fuck… you sound so good… so, so good", moaned the vampire, licking the blood that leaked from the two punctures on the soft neck, "You are my good boy, aren't you?"

"I am, sir… only yours", William whimpered.

"Fuck…", Michael could feel that he was so close, "You're so adorable… You would do anything to get what you want, huh?"

"I would, sir", William didn't know what exactly what was being discussed, but everything was so fucking hot and felt so fucking good, he was being fucked and his blood was being swallowed.

"Do you have a fucking clue what's going on?", William shook his head, making the vampire laugh, his hips never stopping his movements, "It's okay, angel…", he licked more blood, sucking on the neck, "You can touch yourself, make yourself all dirty for me."

William grabbed his own cock, jerking off without any rhythm, he was so desperate. His body was burning, his blood being drunk, he could feel his neck all wet, but it was soon licked, Wheeler wouldn't allow any drop to escape.

It didn't take long for both of them to be reaching their orgasms, one after the other, first the vampire, filling the other's insides with semen being followed by the other one that came all over his pretty stomach.

"Fucking shit", swore Michael, still a little groggy from his orgasm, his mouth all dirty with blood. He took a deep breath and got one of William's hands, bringing it up to the bite on his own neck, "Make pressure, please."

William did as he was told, groaning when Michael left him empty, it was too soon, he wanted so much more, even though he just came, his entrance pulsated around nothing. Wheeler got up and went to the bathroom that had its door in the left corner of the room. He took a towel and soaked it in cold water, went back to the bed and took William's hand out of his way so he could clean the blood and his saliva – that contained anticoagulant and would make him bleed longer.

As he cleaned, the vampire licked William's bloodstained fingers, looking the priest in the eyes. His face was dirty with blood, it looked so pretty, the freckles on his face mixed with little blood splatters.

"Your taste is divine, my angel", he commented, giving a little kiss on the man's hand, who looked at him for a brief moment before pulled him in for a kiss, the iron taste of the blood coating his tongue, "You have to get some sleep now", Michael said after letting himself being kissed, William agreed nodding, "Do you want me to stay?"

Byers nodded, "Please… stay."

Wheeler smiled, "I will stay."

And Michael stayed. Michael got the towel, cleaned his face and laid down, pulling William to lay down on top of him, the vampire had already his eyes closed, even if he wasn't sleeping. The two of them were satisfied, the souls calm and content, it seemed that neither of them had felt this way in years and they liked the feeling.