Page 127 of Monstrous Travels as Wicked as Sin

Joe returned, taking his place in front of the altar, and he placed his hands on Percy’s chest, running them down the expensive fabric of his suit jacket. He pulled one side open, and there, in Percy’s inside pocket, he found his dagger. He drew it forth, holding the hilt with one hand, the blade with the other, and he settled it carefully, reverently, on the altar.

Percy watched on, curious, enamoured, as Joe’s hands shifted to the inner seams of his jacket. He took a hold, and eased it back over his shoulders, while Percy moved his arms, compliant, wondering, softly aroused.

The jacket was laid out long upon the altar next to the dagger, and now the increasingly confident, increasingly determined fingers moved to the buttons on Percy’s vest. Joe stepped closer as he worked, his thigh brushing against Percy’s. Percy wasn’t sure how sexy any of this was supposed to be, so he tried to hide his interest in case he let Joe down by not showing proper decorum for whatever strange Catholic ceremony this was about to be.

Joe’s eyes were fast on his work, disrobing Percy of the vest, then beginning on his shirt. Percy followed every move intently, fixed eyes, dark lashes, searing heat building between them, as it always, always did, almost corporeal, alive with each passing moment that he held himself back from touching Joe.

Down his chest, the gentle press of fingers slipped each button free. A sensation close but not quite against his skin, down his abdomen, Joe refraining from reaching into the open shirt, though his eyes drank Percy’s body in all the same. He pulled the remaining portion of Percy’s shirt free and loosed the final fastenings. This too, he made to slide overPercy’s shoulders, but Percy’s hand clamped down on his wrist, shocking Joe, forcing a flash of his eyes to Percy’s.

Percy said nothing, awaited him. Joe tilted his lips up and kissed Percy. He kissed him and he did not stop kissing him as Percy yielded, let Joe push his hand down, let Joe take his shirt over his arms where it dropped in a crumpled heap on the church floor.

Percy slipped a hand around his waist as Joe began to pull at his belt buckle. “What are you doing?”

“I need you,” Joe whispered, fingers more frantic now, kisses on a tremble of lips. “I need you. And I’m going to have you.”

Joe took his lips to Percy’s neck and wrenched his belt open. It uncoiled like a snake, dropped to the flagstones, trodden beneath Joe’s feet as he got closer to Percy, spreading his hands over his pecs, feeling the hard shape of him as his chest expanded, as his back arched into the sensation of Joe’s teeth.

Joe bit him, hard, and “Oh, fuck,” Percy groaned. He was just about gone already, sunk under Joe’s spell that he’d thrown over him so easily ever since that first night. And all those memories mingled in Percy’s mind behind his closed eyes. Joe shoving him against the wall of his own house, soaked from the rain. Joe kissing him for the very first time. Joe fucking him as he held onto the golden bars of his own bed posts. Joe’s unerring and complete control of him that he wanted to give in to completely. The way he wanted to be his slave.

Joe pulled his head back and looked deep into Percy’s eyes. “Kneel.”

Percy’s knees hit the ground fast, but the pain barely registered with the tingling of anticipation flooding his brain and body.

Percy stared up at Joe, bathed in a shaft of morning sunlight that cut through the church dust like a message from God. He was everything to Percy. He was worth living and dying for.

Joe reached across to the altar, and Percy, captivated, followed the curve of his body, every line of every rib, his brown nipples, the precious hairs on his chest, the arms, cut and bruised and bulging with strength.

He took up Percy’s dagger, long and silver. The jewels on the hilt glinted in the light, and Joe ran his long fingers across the blade. It sparked a flare in Percy’s eyes when he turned it over, then he drew the blade across his body, closer and closer to his skin, until the tip touched down at the inner edge of his right ribcage.

“Joe…” Percy grasped him by the hips. Joe pressed the dagger into his flesh and cut, his skin ripping open in a long, clean line.

“This is my body…” Joe whispered. He took two fingers through the blood that came plentifully, leaving a vermillion smear across his rippling body. Those fingers, red and wet, he brought to Percy’s eager lips. “My body, which I have broken for you.”

His fingers traced the line of Percy’s beautiful lower lip. Percy’s mouth opened for him, and Joe felt the erotic warmth of his tongue sliding beneath his fingers, taking him deep into his mouth, hungrily. His thumb and ring finger, the latter newly augmented in sapphire, pressed against Percy’s beautiful cheeks, and he forced his fingers deeper, his cock straining against his pants as Percy sucked.

Joe raised the dagger in a shaking hand, brought it to the left of his navel, and slid it into his flesh, opening a fresh wound. He pulled the dagger away, blood dripping onto the church floor, blood dripping onto the altar where he placed it down, blood running down his firm flesh. “This is my blood, which I have shed for you.”

Percy’s eyes raised to meet his, black, heated, and he relinquished Joe’s fingers with a slide of his hot mouth. Histongue traced a line beneath Joe’s navel, slowly, up and up, never breaking that eye contact, until his head tilted and his tongue ran across the long slit. Joe shuddered in ecstatic agony as he lapped at the wound, drank his blood down, and Joe said, “I will be your saviour, Percy. I will lift you up, and I will be your protector. I give eternal life to you.”

The potent effect of the dark magic flowing in Joe’s blood took immediate and heady effect on Percy. The heaviness of his heartbeat, the vigour in his veins, the clouded, reality-altering obsession that he’d always had with Joe, rolled his eyes back as he let the blood pour down his throat. He drank until the blood stopped gushing. Then his hand moved to the fastening on Joe’s trousers. He ripped them open and wrenched Joe’s remaining clothes to the floor.

He stared up, worshipful, and just then, beneath Joe’s enormous and erect dick, Percy had his awakening.

This man, flesh and blood, was the way and the life.

Percy, of all people, had finally found his religion.

Percy took Joe’s dick, fabulously sleek, deliciously hard, dripping for him, and he closed his lips around it, slid his tongue all the way along the base and sucked. The rasp of pleasure that ripped out of Joe echoed off the church walls. And Joe stood, naked, at the head of the church, the light of the new day glorifying him and Percy in its warmth, one ecstasy piling on top of another. His thick thighs flexed, and he held Percy at the nape of his neck, hands following the movement of his keen mouth, ears attuned to the sounds, the lick and the breath, heavy, his own mingled with Percy’s, which was amplified by the high ceilings and stone walls, an altar of pure and unmitigated sex.

Percy was in heaven. Joe’s complete devotion to him made him want him all the more, which he hadn’t thought was possible. His husband, his partner, his lover, for eternity. Finally, Joe had overthrown his God, his religion, for Percy, andthat filled Percy with a determination to bring Joe to his knees with pleasure every day for the rest of time. But especially that day. Percy would bring him to his knees, and from there, would push him down and fuck him right there on the floor of the church. He was resolved to make him lose himself entirely, every piece of him unravelled and fallen apart and Percy’s alone to put back together.

But Joe said, on a shaking breath, “Rise.”

“No,” Percy responded around a mouthful of cock.

“Percy!” Percy only increased the suction, leaving Joe a shuddering, trembling mess, holding on for dear life as Percy took his ass in hand and really went to town. His lips smacking, Joe’s gasps, Percy’s pleased groans, and that would have been exquisite. Joe could have come right there in Percy’s mouth, and they both would have been perfectly satisfied with the morning’s events.

But it wasn’t quite enough.

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