Vampire communion
by Evan Andrews
This is a fan fiction. "Vampire Communion" is a self-contained part of a larger cycle of stories. Despite similarities in names and relationships it is set in neither the Supernatural-verse nor the Tru Blood-verse. Those faces were just the ones I had in mind as I wrote. This story should not be considered a true representation of the sexuality of either the actors or the characters they play.
The story depicts males in sexual situations with other males. If that offends you, if you are underage, or if reading such stories is illegal where you are, please, stop reading now. Thank you.
Sam and Dean stood still in the close and holy darkness. The big room was unlit, except for the single spotlight high above that was trained on a pair of matched prie-dieus. The only movement was Dean, the elder of the pair, shifting his weight from foot to foot, the only sound their breaths and heartbeats. Of course that meant nothing. What they'd come here to find didn't beathe, didn't have a heartbeat, and could stand absolutely still for hours.
"You're sure this is the place?" Dean asked.
Sam nodded.
"Can't you feel it?" he said, "They're here--someplace."
The two brothers looked at one another until Dean nodded.
"Okay. Let's do this."
Together they stepped out of the dark and approached the prie-dieus. Stopping for a moment they surveyed the dark again. And again, no good. Slowly, reverently, the brothers started stripping off their clothing. Flannel shirts and undershirts fell to the floor. Bending over they pulled off their boots and socks and set them alongside the discarded shirts. They unsnapped their jeans and let them fall around their ankles. Now wearing nothing but their briefs, they stood for a moment, quiet, before kicking the jeans to the pile. Thumbs hooked into the waistband of their undershorts, and the brothers peeled their final garment down their legs. Tossing the white cotton to land on top of the pile, they stood up tall again, naked, muscular, and handsome, and looked around the room a final time. Still no good. This was ritual, and ritual had to be followed precisely. They stepped behind the prie-dieus and held their hands wide.
"Adsum, domine," Sam, the bookish one, said.
"Adsum," Dean echoed, and so announced they knelt, their hands clasped as if in prayer, resting on the rails, and waited.
From another part of the room the vampires, Eric and Jason, stepped into the light in front of the naked brothers. Eric was blond and striking in a Scandinavian way. His blue eyes burned into your soul. Jason was more hunk next door handsome. He felt more comfortable than his partner, but both were dangerous, and focused. Solemnly Eric took up the ritual.
"You are come to beg our favor?" he demanded.
He was swathed in authority, the master of this nest and a power among his kind.
"Yes, master," both the young men said, their eyes turned submissively towards the ground, "Though we are not worthy."
"And yet, trusting in our mercy, you present yourselves," Eric continued--a statement, not a question.
There was a moment of silence before Sam said, "Yes, lord."
"That trust is well placed," Jason said, entering into the ritual for the first time, "For we shall surely justify our loyal servants. Behold."
The two brothers looked up, entranced, as the vampires unbuttoned and shucked off their shirts. Two living flesh and blood cocks rose in adoring appreciation of the more-than-human masculine beauty before them. The vampires undid their pants and let them fall down around their ankles. They wore nothing underneath. Dean gasped, and Sam swallowed audibly. The vampires' cocks showed likewise rigid--long, thick, and magnificent--and a bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip of the shafts. They stepped up to the prie-dieus and presented their naked man-meat to the two salivating mortals.
Sam and Dean watched the beautiful dicks bob in front of their faces and sighed as one. Dean licked his lips but no more. The cocks might be only inches away, but ritual demanded permission be given before anything else could happen so they waited, eagerness, tinged with worship, written on their faces.
"Come," Jason said at last, "And taste of thy redemption."
Sam leaned forward to kiss Eric 's cockhead, Dean doing the same with Jason's. Their tongues lapped at the piss-slits and came away with the bitter salty taste of their masters' juices.
The vampires made no further movement, spoke no further words, while the enthralled brothers, taking this for permission, swallowed the swollen love-plums, worshipping the incredible men behind them.
"Yes, my boy," Eric said to Sam as the long-haired stud laved his cockhead, "Worship that dick. Show me how much you love your master."
Sam circled the glans with his tongue and then leaned forward to take more of the blond vampire's cock into his mouth. Relaxing his throat, he slowly but surely took Eric's rod all the way down to the base. Low-hanging balls grazed against his chin, but he only had permission to suck the master's cock. Balls could wait. Throat muscles that he once had no idea he possessed constricted around Eric's shaft and worked its length. Eric purred appreciatively. Pulling back, Sam forced himself to take a deep breath before sliding down the shaft again. And again. He and the vampire established a mutually satisfying rhythm, the one taking the cock that the other thrust inside him. The cock-sucking assumed the solemnity of the ritual, canto and respondu, until the blond vampire pulled out entirely. Eric held his dripping cockhead before Sam's face and watched as ropes of cum shot into the young man's open mouth.
"Take, drink, and through my seed find eternal life," the master vampire breathed.
Sam tried to lick Eric's shaft clean of the sperm and saliva that coated it, but the vampire stepped back out of range.
"Veni, vidi..." the undead stud thought, chuckling to himself.
Jason was likewise stepping back from Dean, from whose mouth cum also dribbled. The vampires slowly, teasingly, circled behind the kneeling bothers. They bent over and taking hold of the compliant living studs' hips raised them so that they were standing but bent over, their hands grasping the prie-dieu supporting their upper bodies.
"Fiat, fiat, fiat voluntas mea," Eric and Jason intoned in unison, and with no further preamble they sank their slimy still-rigid fuck-meat into the brothers' assholes.
"Oh lord! Yeah!" Dean cried. His ass relaxed enough to take as much as he could of Jason's rigid shaft, but he exerted enough control to stay tight enough to pleasure the hunky undead stud. The vampire stopped his shaft at three quarters insertion and slowly pulled back out. He waited for a second, for Dean to wriggle his ass, before sliding home again.
"Uh!" Dean grunted as Jason picked up speed and got into his fucking rhythm. Beside Dean, his younger brother was whining as Eric bred him.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah!" Sam groaned.
Just as with their face-fucking, the vampires established a slow rhythm, making sure the boys felt every inch of the cocks that bored into their bodies. Sweat dripped from the brothers' bodies as they rocked in time to their anal violation. Surrender and participation were part and parcel of the ritual.
"Fuck!" Dean suddenly ordered in his husky voice, "Fuck me, master! Fuck me deep and hard!"
"Yeah, hard! Deep! Take me, master!" the more compliant Sam begged.
As if waiting for just these words, the vampires increased the pace and intensity of their thrusts, drilling the brothers holes with a well-deserved vengeance. Sam and Dean rocked with the force of the impact of pubis against ass. Sam's hair flopped as Eric pounded him, and both brothers' genitalia swung back and forth like pendulums. The whole scene was too erotic to last for long, and soon Eric stiffened.
"Take our seed! Be strong! Be loyal! Be our slaves in body and soul!" Eric intoned, and he and Jason simultaneously flooded the brothers' guts with their sperm.
"Consumatum est!" both vampires cried.
Sam and Dean both felt the vampires' cocks pumping hot undead man-goo to coat their all-too-mortal bowels. An unnatural heat enveloped them, and spasms rocked their bodies, still impaled on the vampires' cocks as they were. They screamed as they blew their own wads and felt a sliver, another sliver actually, of their mortality, or some would say their souls, washed away.
The two young men slumped to the floor, and the vampires let them fall, naked and unconscious, to sprawl at the foot of the prie-dieus. Stepping back into the darkness they left the brothers to recover, pull on their clothes, and withdraw in their own time.
Once back in their vestry, Jason asked, "Will they remember this time?"
"Perhaps a bit here and there. Up until now they've been writing these sessions off as a series of bizarre sex dreams," Eric said, "That's usual at this stage of the conversion. But as we keep fucking them they will remember more and at the same time become more invested in the process."
"So, how long before they change?"
"At this rate? Don't worry. They'll be ours to fuck for years to come," Eric laughed, "After all, they have a lot to atone for."
"And they are such fine fucks," Jason agreed.
The two vampires filled a pair of crystal shot glasses from the veins of their attendant blood-thralls and drank off the crimson contents in a single draught.