From The Pinnacle To The Bath

Bathtime

The second dark pope sighed heavily as he walked into his chambers. His old bones were aching after sitting in that damned chair, listening to the clergy complain about nonsense that didn't concern him anymore. He wasn't in charge anymore. He hasn't been in two years and yet they keep calling on him to fix the issues that his brother continued to make. He grumbled to himself as he grabbed one of his bottles of wine and headed to his bedroom. He carefully unrobed himself of the fine silk cloth. Once off, he admired the fine craftsmanship, remembering the days of old when he used to preform. Though he'd never admit it but he missed his ghouls. He shook his head and uncorked the wine with his teeth as he shuffled into the bathroom.

As he walked in, there was a knock upon his door. The disgruntled pope ignored it until he heard a voice calling for him. His head shot up as he recognized the voice. "Omega..." he whispered to himself. He quickly set the wine bottle on the counter of the sink and rushed to the door, ignoring the fact that he was in his birthday suit. He yanked open the door, feigning a scowl that made the large ghoul sink back. His expression immediately softened and stepped aside to allow Omega to enter. "Tell me, to what do I owe this...pleasure?" Papa waved his hand around. He had to put up a façade as to not arouse the suspicion that he actually missed his favorite ghoul's company.

"Papa...I just came by to inform you of something. I left the band."

Papa was stunned to say the least. His most loyal ghoul quitting? "Omega...what happened?" The naked man put an arm on the ghoul's lower back, leading him to the couch.

The younger man grew silent, his blue eyes turning into a stormy ocean of emotions. "I can't. I can't do it anymore. Not with him." He looks down guiltily as he removed his mask. The face paint around his eyes was smeared and running as if he had been crying.

Even the grumpy old coot couldn't bear to see him like this. "I can't fix it if you don't tell me. What's going on?" Papa sat down next to Omega and allowed the man to lean into him.

"Papa...I want to be with you. I tried to let go but I can't. I can't stop. I'm in love with you..."

Shocked couldn't even touch what Emeritus felt in that moment. "In love...with me? Omega, I-," his words were cut off by a forceful kiss by the younger man. His mismatched eyes widened at the forwardness but quickly fell shut as he felt Omega's tongue on his bottom lip. He opened just a tad to allow him in to explore the wet cavern, releasing a small moan. His hand immediately went into the blond's hair, giving it a small pull. A growl was elicited from the ghoul causing him to grip Papa's hips roughly. A line of saliva trailed between them as they pulled away and looked at each other. Those beautiful blues that peered at the mismatched pair were now shaded with lust.

In an agreed silence, Papa led them to his crimson bedroom. "Clothes off." Omega eagerly stripped, his impressive length wasn't even fully hard. Curiosity enticed Papa as he gripped the other man's cock, squeezing it just a little as he stroked it. Omega bit his lip to muffle his panting whines. A Cheshire grin appeared on the ex-pope's face as he dropped to his knees. He ran his tongue from the base to the tip, flicking his tongue across the slit, causing Omega's head to loll back in pleasure.

"Fuck Papa," his breathy moans were enough to cause a couple of twitches in Emeritus' cock. He took that as an invitation to swallow him down. He had to stop 3/4's of the way down, trying not to gag. He relaxed his throat enough to take the rest down, burying his nose in the ghoul's pubes. His intoxicating scent invaded Papa's nostrils, his eyes fluttering shut as he started bobbing his head. The ghoul's hand went to the back of the older man's head, encouraging him. "Oh, Daddy. You feel so good!"

This caused Papa to pull away with a
raised eyebrow. "Daddy?" Omega looked down at the voice, red as a beet. Papa clutched the bed and stood up. He was done being submissive. "Daddy wants you to get on your hands and knees on the bed." Omega gave a small nod and did as he was instructed, giving Papa a full view of his entrance. Emeritus retrieved a bottle of lube from his nightstand and generously coated his now dripping cock. Using a bit of the excess, he smoothed some of the cool gel over Omega's tight hole before inserting to fingers to stretching him. A long whimpering moan could be heard throughout the room as he began to thrust his fingers into the other man. Moments later, his fingers were replaced with his length. The burning sting made Omega wince in a bit of twisted pleasure. Papa started his thrusts slow, allowing Omega to adjust to his wand.

"Harder." One word was all it took for Papa to snap his hips into his ghoul roughly. He reached around and started tugging on the cock of the other man. He repeated these movements in time with each other, causing the other to become a whimpering mess. The sounds of skin on skin echoed throughout the room along with deep moans. They were both close. Omega cried out as Papa hit his prostate. Enjoying the sound, he repeatedly aimed for this spot, making Omega yell out each time. One final thrust onto his prostate made Omega release onto the silk sheets. The contraction of his muscles pulled Papa's orgasm out from him, spilling his seed deep inside Omega.

He pulled out and collapsed beside the heavy set Ghoul, panting hard. Omega's legs shook as he collapsed when Papa pulled out. He turned his head to look at Emeritus, wondering what could be going through his head. His chest heaved as he opened his mouth to speak only to be cut off by the Second's lips. "Stay with me. Let me take care of you. It's time for a bath." Omega grinned at the words and sat up, dragging the old man to the bathroom. Papa chuckled lowly to himself. "Eager, are we?" He shook his head, glad to finally get that long awaited bath.