Sacrilegious Soulmates

Crimson Kisses

It was an incredibly cold night in the mansion, which was unusual for Egypt. DIO laid alone in his bed chamber, reading some old book he had found in his library. It didn't take long for him to start feeling weird, as his stomach felt tense and his legs started to tremble slightly. Breathing out a heavy sigh, he got up to go drink some water. There wasn't much interesting going on today, more of just a quiet day in the mansion where they finally got their rest. But DIO couldn't rest. He kept having weird sensations in his abdomen and it made him feel unusually sensitive. Nearing Pucci's bedroom, he stepped up and knocked. The priest quickly answered his door. "Yes, DIO?" said Pucci. "I.. seem to be feeling odd, and we've run out of erm.. alcohol, you know, the Heineken." said DIO, fidgeting. Pucci looked over him for an instant, noticing his flustered face. "Are you feeling alright? You seem very ehh.. red in the face, my lord.." inquired Pucci. "I'm fine, I'm fine.. just get the stuff," replied DIO while walking off.

He was feeling more fidgety and unusual as the day progressed. Just trying to sit on the couch caused the tension in his abdomen to heighten and then drop, which felt uncomfortable. Finally after an eternity of trying to figure out what was going on with him, he finally realized that there was a noticeable tent in his pants. All the vampire could do was growl in embarrassment now that he had finally found the reason for the strange sensations. It was hard not to focus on it now that he had realized it, and even a slow drag of his nail against his shaft made him gasp quietly. He simply crossed his legs and waited for Pucci to get back. Around an hour later, Pucci came back with a full box of Heineken and some other things he had picked up. "Here," said Pucci softly, placing a bottle on his lap. "But don't drink too much. Only one bottle is fine." continued Pucci, before putting the box away. "I also got us some tea and popcorn, for a movie night." said the priest excitedly, sitting down beside DIO.

They decided to watch Lie With Me, a spicy romance and drama movie that was published in 2005. DIO drank halfway through the bottle and chewed through some of the popcorn before finally beginning to fidget again, his erection more noticeable now. Pucci looked him over again, but the living room was only illuminated by the TV, and so he couldn't see that well. "I'll ask again.. are you alright?" cooed Pucci, placing a hand on the vampire's shoulder. DIO stared at him for a second before groaning hastily. "I think my libido is being overactive again." said the vampire, biting his lip to keep from making any noises. "Ah, that hasn't happened in years.." whispered Pucci to himself, getting flustered. "W-Well, if you're up to it, I could try and calm that." he offered. "Tell me, Enrico, what does 'calming it' entail?" replied DIO with a smirk. He loved to toy with Pucci at times like this, knowing it got him flustered. "Erm.. you know.." nervously whispered Pucci, looking at him with an unamused but embarrassed expression. "No, I don't know." smirked DIO, putting the bottle and popcorn bowl on the side table. He adjusted his position to where he was laid against the pillows, his legs slightly open. Pucci just stared, already sweating.

The priest brung his hands to rest at DIO's sides, tugging at his love heart belt before unbuckling it and sliding his leg armor down. Meanwhile, the vampire found himself getting more and more aroused at just the gentle touches from his beloved. He wondered if he would even last, considering just how sensitive he was today. Tension was already coiling in his abdomen as he slowly removed the black leotard covering his genitals, revealing his aching manhood. A gentle hand was placed on it, which suddenly sent a shiver of heat up his spine. Euphoria was bearing down on him faster than he realized it, and Pucci began to slowly move his hand up and down against the shaft, coming to rest at the head, and down once more. DIO's legs trembled and he closed his eyes. All he could do was bare his teeth to prevent from moaning or whining. Pucci's other hand gently led itself down towards the vampire's entrance, tracing a finger around the rim. He had done this time and time again, yet, it still felt fresh and too intimate. But he was glad to have been doing it with his lord, his beloved, his DIO. No one else could ever come close to having the relationship that they had, in his mind. The vampire seemed to have other plans, though, as he bucked his hips desperately and grabbed Pucci's shoulders.

He nipped at him for an instant before growling out, "Stop teasing me.. I need you, inside.. now, Enrico.." slowly. Pucci couldn't help the swoop of excitement in his guts at those words, and he unbuckled his belt and moved his robe out of the way to bring his erection to rest at DIO's entrance. "Are you sure about this..? I mean.. we don't have any lube, here.." worried Pucci, bringing his left hand to rest in DIO's angelic blonde hair. "I'm not made of porcelain, my beloved, I'm not going to break apart." whined DIO, pushing himself down so that Pucci's head slipped in. The priest groaned and pushed further in, watching with half-lidded eyes as DIO's expression grew more debauched with each push. "Hhh.. ah, are you— alright..?" grunted Pucci, rolling his hips gently. The vampire intertwined their hands and a sloppy kiss ignited more heated desire between the both of them. Once Pucci was in deep enough to hit his prostate, DIO's legs were turned to putty, and his teeth baring did nothing to stop him from moaning. "Come on, my lord, I want to hear you." persuaded Pucci, running a hand through his hair again.

Pucci began to thrust, pulling almost all the way out and then back in deep, hitting his prostate multiple times. Desperate, slightly audible moans rang out from DIO, his hips moving in time with Pucci's thrusts. Pre-cum smeared across his belly, perfectly illuminated by the TV's light, made Pucci want to ruin him. He wanted to leave bite marks, hickeys, bruises.. tonight was their night, and the priest would not take that for granted. His thrusts became stronger, finally prompting DIO to let go. "Fuck.." growled DIO. "That's what we're doing," replied Pucci, smirking. "Don't—hhh—get ahead of yourself, Enrico, I—ah, just need to decompress.." whined the vampire. As Pucci tried to pull back, DIO wrapped his legs around his waist and pulled him in, trying to keep him as deep as possible. The priest breathed heavily, on the verge of climaxing, and knowing that DIO was as well. While he didn't know absolutely everything about his god, he knew that anytime he hooked his legs around his waist, he was close. It would only be a matter of time before he was begging, which made Pucci grip his hips harder, thrusting deep.

"P-Pucci! God, faster—hhh, faster, please!" whimpered DIO, pulling him down into a sloppy kiss. Pucci sped up his thrusts, getting as deep as he could possibly get before gripping DIO's hips, tasting blood as he came. DIO spasmed and let out a desperate, loud moan before finally cumming pearly white all over his belly, panting heavily. After they both came down from their high, Pucci looked at him with a worried expression. "Did you bite your lip too hard again?" asked Pucci, breaking the kiss and looking at DIO's lip. The vampire just turned his head, exhaustedly nodding. "Talk about crimson kisses.." Pucci pulled out a handkerchief and wiped his lips, then threw it into the trash. He knew his lord wasn't too keen on aftercare, but he made it a point to always take care of him after they had engaged in such sinful activities. He cleaned him and his beloved up, slipping into his pants again before picking DIO up and lying in him the bathtub. He hissed, and pulled Pucci in with him. The priest pulled back in shock before looking unamused, taking his robes and pants off before running hot water over the two of them. "You're the worst." grunted DIO. "Oh yeah, cause I care about you!" giggled Pucci, hugging him as they washed. After the bath, they both lied down, exhausted. They weren't awkward, but when DIO pushed himself up against Pucci and cuddled him, the priest felt his heart race a bit before settling down.

That was his god. His DIO. His, and his only.