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Upon the Altar of God

Enrico had never seen a bed frame so perfectly split in half before.

It was as if the wooden frame had been folded, like a piece of cheap cardboard. What was once a magnificent and expensive bed was now reduced to an unusable mess centered against the back of the bedroom. The poor priest never felt more embarrassed.

Dio, on the other hand, was nonchalant about the situation. “Would you believe me if I told you this isn’t the first time I broke a mattress while making love?” A devious look in his eye sparkles as he glances at the priest.

“For God’s sake,” Enrico covers his face with his hand in shame.

“Oh, come now,” Dio rolls his eyes. Typical of the priest to overreact to such a silly little thing. They can easily replace the bed with an even better model, albeit it will need to be stronger. “The servants will have it replaced within a day. You can sleep in my bed until then.”

“That’s not the problem,” Enrico sighs, putting his hand down.

“Then what is it?”

Enrico frowns at his question. “The problem is that you’ve been getting so rough in bed.”

The vampire pauses, feeling almost offended at the accusation. “But I thought you loved it when I’m rough with you?” He raises an eyebrow, wondering how long Enrico has felt this way.

The priest quickly shakes his head, “No, I do like it! But the bed can’t handle it.”

Dio stares at him for a moment, looking him up and down. Thankfully, the priest didn’t sustain any injuries when the bed collapsed. However, it can’t be denied that they will require something sturdier.

“So, what should I do about it?” He asks.

Enrico inhales through his nose before sighing. “We’re going to need something that can withstand you and your… energy,” he says.

“Oh? Do you have something in mind?” Dio smirks, placing a hand on his hip.

The priest purses his lips. He has an idea of something that could theoretically take a beating from Dio better than a simple bed frame. But that thing would be…

No, no! That would be complete and utter sacrilege; an affront to God himself. A one-way ticket to Hell. They couldn’t possibly… Could they?

“Jesus, forgive me,” he mutters to himself before taking Dio’s hand and leading him out. After what he’s about to do, he’ll need all the forgiveness he could get.

Dio stares at the priest with an incredulous look. This couldn’t possibly be what he had in mind, could it?

“I never pegged you as someone who would want to do something so sacrilegious,” Dio’s lips curl into a wicked smile as he watches the man stand behind the altar.

It was a beautifully carved marble altar, located in the back of the empty church. The design was simple, and yet it still drew the eye to its polished white texture. A cross was carved into the front-facing side, for all the parishioners to see as the priest performed his ceremonies for the holy sacraments. Tonight, however, it will be holding up something quite unholy.

“Shut it,” Enrico scoffs, his voice lightly echoing in the large open room. “I just want to test it. If it can withstand someone like you, then maybe…”

“Then what?” Dio steps forward. “Having sex on an altar of all things doesn’t seem like something you would normally recommend… Unless this is one of your fantasies? His white fangs shine in the candlelight of the dark church, giving the vampire an almost demonic look to his grin. 

Enrico steps back, feeling his cheeks burn in embarrassment as Dio correctly guesses what he had been wanting to do. He had only used the broken bed as an excuse to try something so deviant, but he was hoping the vampire wouldn’t catch on so quickly. Eternal damnation wasn’t worth this.

“This was a bad idea,” he says, backpedaling on his plan. “Let’s just go home—“

Enrico goes from standing behind the altar to suddenly being laid on top of it in a blink of an eye. The priest gasps, immediately trying to sit up, only to be held down by a clawed hand.

Dio smirks down at the man as he looms over him. His golden stand, The World, could be seen hovering behind the vampire’s shoulder. Its face was as stern as always, but Pucci doesn’t dwell on it as it slowly fades from view. Stupid time manipulating bastard.

“No,” he simply says. “I like your ideas…”

Enrico swallows the lump in his throat as a bead of sweat runs down his face. Well, if he was fine with it, then what could the harm be?

“...Okay,” he gives his approval, which delights the vampire to no end.

The undead man immediately reaches down and unbuttons the priest’s cassock, spreading it open and pulling off layer by layer as the excitement overtakes him.

Enrico finds his eagerness rather adorable, especially from this angle. He can see the fire in his eyes, and the way his grin stretches over his face in an almost inhuman manner. Whenever Dio got this excited, he tended to lose himself a little in the frenzy.

“Hey,” He gently grabs the sides of his angular face, pulling him over to look him in the eyes.

Dio’s claws were already deep into the fabric, splitting them thread by thread. He stops, just moments away from ripping off the man’s boxers as he gets his attention.

“Treat me with some respect,” he whispers with a slight smirk on his face. “I’m on an altar reserved for holy sacraments, after all.”

The vampire’s amber eyes narrow slightly, catching the light of a flickering candle as he stares into Enrico’s dark grey eyes. The corner of his lip turns upward as a small chuckle comes from his throat.

“How foolish of me,” he says, letting go of him as he stands straight up.

Dio licks his lips as he looks over Enrico strewn out over the altar. Such a delectable body he had; beautiful bronze skin and a soft tummy. Had he any less restraint, he would have eaten him whole. Luckily for Enrico, he enjoyed his presence too much to reduce him to a simple meal.

“Let’s do this the right way, shall we?”

Without wasting another moment, Dio steps over to the side of the altar and leans down, gently grabbing his shoulders as he goes in for a kiss. Enrico closes his eyes as he wraps his arms around him, letting their lips lock in a passionate kiss. Gentleness… That’s how Enrico would describe this moment. Dio had a certain softness to him that he would rarely show to anyone but him, and that made Enrico feel so special compared to Dio’s other consorts.

A tiny moan comes from the priest's mouth as they continue, making the vampire smirk in delight. How cute.

The vampire pulls back to give him another glance over before shifting his body onto the altar. He climbs on top of his lover, pinning him down to the smooth marble beneath them. “Better?”

“Much better,” Enrico smiles back, reaching up to stroke his cheek.

“Then let’s get started, shall we?”

The vampire reaches down and unbuckles the clergyman’s belt, slipping it off as he pulls his dark pants down, throwing them on the floor without care. With Enrico’s cock now out in the open, Dio delicately wraps his finely manicured fingers around the phallus. He strokes over it with a claw, making the man shudder in delight.

“Ahh…” Enrico breathes out, feeling his soul escape from his body momentarily in that moment of pure bliss. The man above him smirks in satisfaction, happy to see the other melt in his grip.

“I believe that’s enough teasing, no?” he chuckles as he lets go of the member, reaching back into his pocket to pull out a small bottle of lube. He squirts out a generous amount into his hand, rubbing it around his fingers to warm it up. Once the goo has reached an optimal temperature, he slides his hand down his own dick, slathering it in the water-based material.

“Mm, I hope you’re ready for me,” he winks down at the man before reaching under his thighs and lifting his bottom up. He pulls him onto his lap, holding him tight so there’s no chance of him slipping off as they get busier on the smooth surface.

Enrico feels his heart beating wildly against his chest in reaction to the vampire’s actions. This was really happening; they were about to have sex on an altar. What was once a shameful little daydream he had while prepping for mass was now very close to reality.

“I am,” he says after taking a breath to calm himself.

“Good.”

Dio presses against his hole, pushing the large head of his dick inside of him with relative ease. He may be a big guy, but he learned how to stretch the priest out without pain over the years.

Enrico draws in a sharp breath as he’s penetrated, closing his eyes as he struggles not to clench down on the man. He feels a hand stroke against his cheek, peeking one eye open to see Dio’s face mere centimeters away from his own.

“Relax…” The vampire gently guides him before leaning even closer. Their lips softly bump against each other, just barely touching before Dio slips his tongue against the priest’s mouth. Carefully, he slides it inside, just as he begins to thrust his pelvis into him.

A muffled yelp escapes the priest as he feels the cock shoving up into his ass. Ah yes, this was the vitality Dio was proud to show off. He grips the man’s arm, desperately holding on as his ass is slammed back and forth. Each thrust is met with a smacking sound as their skin slaps together, echoing throughout the chapel.

“Ah! Ah… Fuck! God!”

Dio growls pleasurably as he listens to the sweet sound of the priest swearing and taking the Lord’s name in vain. Good, he liked it when he could make him sin as much as possible. That’s what he gets for having a “holier than thou” attitude when it came to religious things.

“Yes… Tell me how you love it,” he breathes out as he shoves into the man’s ass.

The priest grunts as his back slams against the hard surface of the altar, groaning slightly in pain. Yeah, this wasn’t as soft as their mattress, but at least it’ll hold up to the roughhousing.

“I... Ah!” he yells. “I need it! Make me cum!”

A sharp-toothed grin stretches across the blond man’s face. Oh, he will.

Not wasting another second, Dio thrusts into the man as hard as he can, pushing his cock right against his prostate. The priest cries out, stiffening as he feels a wave of ecstasy course through his body like a bomb going off.

Crack.

It’s a small sound, too soft for Pucci to even recognize at first. He was too distracted as his burning cock releases a burst of white right against Dio’s stomach. He trembles in delight, falling back into Dio’s arms as the man catches him on his way down. He struggles to catch his breath.

Crack.

He opens his eyes, furrowing his brow as he hears the sound again. What was that? Before he can realize what it could be from, he feels the altar shift under them. In a split second, the entire marble slab collapses and sends the couple down to the floor.

Enrico stands a few feet away from the rubble, staring at what used to be a beautiful altar to God. His eyes were wide and unblinking, just in a complete state of shock. The two of them managed to get away from the collapsed altar with only a few scratches that were now hidden under their hastily pulled-on clothing. Still, it gave the priest quite the fright.

“Well, I can’t exactly say that this has ever happened to me,” the vampire chuckles in an attempt to lighten the mood.

Enrico turns to look at him with a face of utter disbelief. They destroyed an altar, and here he was cracking jokes. "Dio, that altar cost ten thousand dollars—“

Dio’s eyes slightly widen at the price tag, but he only laughs. This was a minor matter to him, just like their old bed. Something that could be easily replaced given their grand fortune.

“I’ll write you a check,” he happily shrugs off his concerns before turning towards the door. “Now, come along. I’m sure the servants are finished setting up our brand new bed by now.”