Jeez it's been a long time hasn't it. If you were wondering where I have been... well without too much detail I have had a lot of issues that have come up between my family's health, my own health, and just your normal family, work, and life stuff.
It's honestly been a long blur of things some of which I can't even recall. That being said I am slowly but surely getting back into writing. I hope to be able to finish all the works I have started and maybe even give you all a few new ones to enjoy.
I also wanna let you all know that I appreciate everyone who has been there for me and for waiting patiently for my return to both the Ghost fandom and just AO3 and Tumblr in general.
I hope you all know how much you support means to me. Thank you all so much and I hope you enjoy this next chapter of the Hell Torn Heart.
💗 Ren
Special thanks to @ashley-ghuleh! Thank you so much for being so patient and lovely while life royally messed me up for awhile. I hope that you know how much that means to me. I adore you!!!!
Commissions are OPEN, please see pinned post for Carrd info!
💗 Special thanks to @gothdaddyissues for the beautiful dividers!
The Hell Torn Heart
After a recurring dream leaves Marcus, a half-demon/half-hellhound, dealing with the ghosts of his troubled past and visions of a place he has never been. He is unexpectedly thrust into an unknown world. Guided by a mysterious couple to the Ministry, surrounded by ghouls and siblings of sin. The once outcast struggles with what haunts him and learning to find himself—until he meets Secondo.
Chapter 8: The Hell Torn Heart
Also available HERE on AO3! Haven’t started yet? Read from the beginning HERE!
Definitely NSFW below the cut!
Marcus’s heart was filled with pain. His head throbbing and chest heavy with grief. It was as if his very soul burning was burning up with his discontent. How could this be happening? How could the man he had come to love and yearn for have kept this, a truth however horrid, from him? Didn’t he deserve to know?
The Hellhound assured himself that, no matter how Secondo might fight against it, he was going to force his beloved Papa to explain himself. Marcus started off. His glamor, flickering as he traversed the halls. Panting and determined as he passed by the siblings and clergy alike, all who were now weary of him. Marcus could feel their eyes upon him, but in that moment he no longer cared.
He continued on with his mission, whipping down the stairs and into the bowels of the Abbey. Surrounded by the old stone walls, covered from floor to ceiling in rotting foliage and the hint of magic in the air. Marcus refused to stop, not until he finally found the origin of Secondo's scent. Papa’s musky cologne lingering closer and closer, as if it were calling him. Settling itself somewhere from behind a large wooden door. Only time having known the secrets that had been kept behind it.
Marcus let out a howl having reached it. Growling and scratching—beating at the door like a wild animal. His true form, coming through as the glamour faded into obscurity. No longer able to hide his true self once again as the anger and hurt continued swelling within him. His powers barely contained.
Just before he had managed to break the door down, it came swinging open. Secondo and the other Emeritus sons all inside. The room was filled with a vermilion smoke. Swirling and billowing out the door around him. Clearly the Papa’s had been conjuring spells and mediating on their next moves in regard to Marcus’s father and his newly found allies, the Catholic ministry. Secondo’s eyes widened at the sight of him. Never had Marcus looked as threatening—as menacing as he did in that moment.
Before anyone could truly react, Marcus charged him. Putting his claws around Secondo’s throat. Eyes burning and his teeth bared as the back of Secondo’s head met with the stone of the wall. The Hellhound began to yell and snarl. Secondo, swallowing back. His Adam's apple, struggling to push against the grip on his throat.
“How fucking could you?!” Marcus snarled. Tears flowing freely from his eyes. The pain he felt from all that had happened, taking over. Replacing the rage, Marcus loosening his grip and falling to his knees. Secondo, quickly pulling him up and into his arms. Holding him close as Marcus broke down.
“How?” Marcus asked once more. His voice was shaky, and his eyes were spilling with tears. Secondo staring into them, his regret and love felt so profoundly.
“Marcus. I…I didn't know how.” Secondo began. Holding tightly to Marcus as he sobbed against his chest. “All I can say is that I am truly sorry. I never meant to hurt you. You do not deserve the pain of my past mistakes.” Secondo confessed. Marcus wiped away his eyes and settled his breath. He could tell his Papa was serious–that he too was hurting.
“I would have understood.” He sniffled back. Secondo, pulling his chin upward to kiss him. His lips were soft and warm. The feel of home was in their touch.
“I know piccolo, I know. I tried to keep you from this. From knowing the depth of my shame and my connection to that man You owe me nothing, I have betrayed your trust and for that I know you might never have me again. But even if I must let you go… now that things have come to pass the way they have, we must act together in this. I will need every capable body within this Abbey to help us fight him. To rid us of James once and for all. Will you do me this favor… if for nothing else, for what we once had. For the place you now call home and the people who hold you as family?”
“Marcus…you don’t have to” Terzo began, wanting him to know they did not truly expect him to fight—to fight his own father. But before he could finish the Hellhound pulled away from Secondo. Holding up his hand to silence Terzo, his own face filled with certainty. Determination burning behind his eyes and his demeanor changing before them. Primo, nodding beside them as he already knew that there was no way Marcus would turn away now.
“It’s alright Terzo. Papa…” Marcus began looking directly into Secondo’s eyes. For you, and everyone else here I have come to love, I will burn down the world. I am all in.” He proclaimed. Secondo couldn’t help the smile that had begun to spread wide across his painted face. Primo and Terzo, following suit.
Before they knew it Marcus and Secondo had returned to his quarters. Spells having been cast and plans now taking root. The clergy were ready and prepared to defeat James. For now, the rest of the details could wait.
Even before the Papal suite doors opened, they were climbing each other. Lips crashing as tongues intertwined. Their bodies heated to max capacity and their lust uncontrollable. Marcus pushed Secondo onto the bed. Papa perked an eyebrow as he met with the high thread count sheets. Delighted and intrigued by his lover’s returned vigor. Relishing the feeling as the need for one another was usurping all overs. Marcus licked his lips, tongue flicking as he prepared to devour his Papa. Pulling off his shirt, watching as Secondo’s eyes filled with desire.
“I’m going to absolutely destroy you.” Secondo growled with a smile. Their mouths, meeting once more as Secondo felt his hard throbbing cock bulging tightly against his slacks.
“Fucking hell.” Marcus groaned as he caught sight of it. Removing his own pants and kicking them across the room. Taking himself in his hand and stroking his length. Slack-jawed and heavy breathing while Secondo got completely bare. Both of them, once more exposed to one another. Mouths watering and bodies pumping a steady stream of hormones. Flooding them with the need to consummate things between them once more.
Secondo took in the sight of him. That handsome hound who would hold his heart and his body for eternity. He knew now nothing would ever change that. “I need you.” Secondo said, his words expressed as if they were more a command than a confession. Marcus wasted no time, coming to straddle him. Sliding across his outstretched claws through the nested hair of Secondo’s chest. Piercing him just enough to elicit a groan, beads of blood coming to the surface as he withdrew his hand. Marcus dipped his head down to lick the wound. All the while his cock leaked along Secondo’s thighs.
“I’m still angry with you.” Marcus hissed. Grabbing hard on Secondo’s cock, Papa, moaning in response. Biting his lip as he felt the skin being pulled over the sensitive head. The pressure perfectly tortuous around all sides.
“Show me…show me how mad you are ail mio cucciolo ben addestrato.” he growled. Marcus, all too happy to oblige. Rubbing the head of his cock against the smooth skin of Secondo’s asshole. Pressing against it before sinking himself deep inside him. Secondo let out a howl of his own, hands gripping tightly on to the sheets as Marcus began to thrust.
“I’ll show you… you uncaring son of a bitch.” Marcus hissed, ready to give Secondo a taste of his own personal brand of pillow talk.
“Don't you know I care for you, stronzo. Cazzo….” Secondo grunted. Overcome with pleasure, on the break of confessing any and all sins, should Marcus only ask. The Hellhound, pleased with himself for making his Papa so meek.
“Guess tonight you can be my whore for a change. For me to use…and defile….ah fuck you’re so tight!” he moaned. Pumping hard against the swell of Secondo’s ass. His Papa, taking hold of his own shaft. Stroking his cock full fisted as Marcus continued thrusting away. Both of them awash in pleasure and heat.
“Only for you…mmm…ah.” Secondo told him, letting out a moan as he was stretched deeper. Knowing that he would never have let another take him in this way. Marcus was different and was done pretending otherwise. Marcus was his lover yes, but also his soul mate. One born from his greatest betrayer and yet, from those ashes, the sincerest and wholly felt love that he had ever known.
“I’m gonna finally get to make you mine Papa. Cum inside you and claim you once and for all!” Marcus grunted. Feeling himself getting close as Secondo clenched down onto him. It wasn’t long before Secondo released. Cumming hard over his fist and spilling across his stomach. Calling out another truth he had yet fully confessed.
“I love you…ah!” he cried, feeling the swell of Marcus, finishing hard inside him at the sound of the words.
“I fucking love you too!” Marcus panted, the two of them smiling as they collapsed from their efforts. Both of them, lying still as the realization of what had just occurred took hold. No longer anything being hidden between them. It was time now to finally move on.
Though it had been hours since he had revealed it, Secondo’s feelings continued to spill forth. His continued devotion in the presence of post climatic clarity, only proving that his words were more than just a momentary lapse of judgement.
The two, falling deeper in love as they stayed held within each other's arms. Secondo’s vows of love, now leaving his lips in gentle confession from his lips. Sacred promises of love everlasting and a bond that could never be broken between them. Marcus nuzzled against Secondo’s chest as he listened. His Papa did truly love him. Not only as something to objectify or use as a means to an end. Not used for his ability to provide pleasure—satiating Secondo’s carnal desires but love that transcended beyond all those miniscule things.
It was almost too good to be true, Marcus thought to himself. Slowly drifting away into sleep. The sounds of Secondo’s sweet words, still humming in his ears. Once his father would succumb to his fate, then all would be well again—Marcus was sure of it.
His vision was blurry, but Marcus could make out the sound of a voice. It was masculine sounding, sobbing and pleading in sheer horror. “Please… you don't have to do this. No! No!” the voice screamed. A chill in the air and the undeniable presence of magic in the air.
Marcus’s heart pounding within his chest. Feeling a sense of impending doom like never before when suddenly his vision filled with a deep crimson red. Turning black and the screams replaced by ominous laughter filling his ears. It was not even a second later before Marcus practically threw himself up out of bed. Dripping in sweat and hyperventilating. The bedsheets beneath him soaked through. Secondo woke up in a panic. Hearing Marcus in distress, already putting him on edge.
“What? What is it amore?” he asked, thrilled that he appeared to be ok as he rubbed Marcus’s back. Hoping that he could console him from whatever this was.
“I…I don’t know. I think I might have had some sort of nightmare… it was just so real.” Marcus began. Trying desperately to calm himself as he tried to piece together what had just happened. It was then there was a banging at the door. Instantly Marcus’s heart began to pound once more. It was as if it already knew what awaited them beyond that front door.
The two of them quickly got up from bed. Throwing on their robes and making way for the door. Aether’s voice, clearly heard from the other side. Secondo began rubbing his eyes, smearing more of the paint he had hardly bothered to remove before his and Marcus’s love making.
“What the hell is it this late at night Aether? Don’t you have a Cardinal to bother?” he groaned as he opened the door. The look on Aether’s face told Marcus everything he needed to know. The ghoul was covered in blood, clearly not his own. Accompanied by Water, and some of the other ghouls, in the hall. All of them were looking panicked, and running up behind them was Copia and Sister Imperator.
“It’s… it’s…” Aether began, struggling to get out the words. Whatever it was, had him just as upset as when they found Earth, maybe even more so.
“Spit it out ghoul!” Secondo chided, unable to contain his own worry. Aether took in a deep breath, trying to stop himself from having a breakdown as he spoke. The words he would have never thought would have to be said.
“It’s Air… he’s dead. The ghoul cried, the sounds of the panic from all those in the hall beginning to pick up intensity. How could this be? Was this James, it had to be. But how could he and his misguided footmen have managed to break through their defenses? Defenses that Secondo, Primo, and Terzo themselves had taken such care and effort to put in place.
“It was him!” Secondo hollered. Fuming with hatred and a need to draw blood. He would not rest until Air and Earth had been avenged. Realizing only too late that it was clearly only his ghouls that were being targeted. One by one taken down by James in his retaliation.
“No…Papa… well… Maybe, what I mean to say is I hope.” Copia began from behind the pack of ghouls. Holding his night cap in his hands as he too was afraid and hesitant to speak the truth.
“What the fuck are you trying to say Cardinal?” Secondo asked him. The hallway, going silent as one by one they all took notice of something previously unseen. Copia, swallowing back the knot in his throat as he prepared to speak once more.
“Papa… this attack was witnessed. A few of the siblings saw it happen and came to report it to Sister, Primo, myself, and the ghouls.” Copia explained as Primo and Terzo too appeared in the hall behind them.
“Oh fuck…” Terzo said, unable to help the words from slipping out. He too, now staring at Marcus. Starting at the same thing the rest of them were. Their pinned eyes drawing Secondo’s focus towards Marcus’s hands. The Hellhound found himself looking slowly down at them. Instantly beginning to shake in horror at the sight of them.
How did he not notice it before? His own fingers, covered in a shade of crimson. The smell of iron hitting his nose. The hands…his hands were covered in blood. “What….” he stuttered, looking over to meet with Copia’s mismatched eyes. Too afraid to even attempt a look at Secondo.
“The siblings…they say… they said it was you, Marcus. They say you killed Air.”
Notes:
il mio cucciolo ben addestrato- my well trained pup.
It's that time again folks! But this time I get to experience it with my mom and my dad!
Though my dad specifically said "put me in the nosebleeds, you and your mom do your thing." Lol, love him especially since I did the anointed tickets again for us girls lol. I want her to have the same experience I had with my brother when we got to see Ghost for the first time in concert. 🖤🖤
Finally taking the time to finish my vinyl collection for Ghost. Also getting the separate records for Meliora and Popestar so I can get the Meliora art book lol
My plan is I'll make my collection and slowly search for fun colored copies and sell or trade my other copies.
I'm so confused about the negativity that comes from other social media sources for Ghost. Like, I know all bands and musicians fan bases have each side to the coin, but it still hurts seeing the ugly side of the Ghost fans.
I left a group on FB because this person made a post about being severely disappointed in the RHRN bonus content, and the comment section was FLOODED with similar and far worse comments. It hurts my heart to know there are people out there who don't see that Tobias and everyone that helped him create that FREE content, we're showing off the inspiration for RHRN and without those other metal band movies even the really gnarly b-movies lol we never would've gotten the Ghovie.
Some people don't know respect or have a genuine care/connection to this music like a lot of us do but that doesn't mean that they get to just bark about how "He needs to just make a new album already," this man spends his time doing what he loves, which is creating masterpieces to feed our community with joy and entertainment. When he says as Papa that "All I've ever wanted was to make people, laugh and cry and laugh again." He means that, I just wish some people understood that. I trust Tobias is strong, but my worst fear is that one day, all this negativity will do what it does best, and we'll ALL lose TF and the band forever.
All this precious man wants is to share his love of music with us.
Absolutely beautiful!! I love it, much lighter than what I assumed, and the chain is a nice length as well!! Also got here just in time, because I'm going to see Rite here Rite now on Thursday!!
My biggest weakness, is that when I have a bit of money and I see something I reeeeeally want. I go, look at my bank account, do quick maffs and then I suddenly am buying said thing I wanted while forgetting I have to put gas in the jeep... I wanted it so baaaaad
HI there Ghesties!!! I know it's been a long while since we visited Secondo and Marcus, but we are back again! Thank you again to the lovely @ashley-ghuleh on Tumblr for letting me write this story for you!
Thank you so much once again Ghestie for being so wonderful and for letting me write for Marcus!!!! I hope you and everyone else enjoys!!!!
Commissions are OPEN, please see pinned post for Carrd info!
💗 Special thanks to @gothdaddyissues for the beautiful dividers!
The Hell Torn Heart
After a recurring dream leaves Marcus, a half-demon/half-hellhound, dealing with the ghosts of his troubled past and visions of a place he has never been. He is unexpectedly thrust into an unknown world. Guided by a mysterious couple to the Ministry, surrounded by ghouls and siblings of sin. The once outcast struggles with what haunts him and learning to find himself—until he meets Secondo.
Chapter 6: Sharpened Blades and Guitar Strings
Also available HERE on AO3! Haven’t started yet? Read from the beginning HERE!
Definitely NSFW below the cut!
- A long time ago -
The night was unbearably quiet as an unease settled in Cardinal Secondo’s stomach. The poor man had been reaching his breaking point, as his head filled with knowledge and rites. Each line of text, each instruction—all of it begging for a permanent space within him. Threatening to burst him at the seams if he was prideful enough to continue on.
He rubbed his head at the temples, feeling a rough spot he missed on his newly shaven head. The tiny web of hairs, prickling against his fingertips as he felt all too ready to succumb to exhaustion. As he sat aside the tomes and volumes of texts used for completing his Papal studies, all from Primo’s personal collection of grimoires, he couldn’t help but feel a nagging—a feeling of something keeping him on edge. While Primo had more than been proven right, as his studies had taken their toll, Secondo felt this was more than anxiety that usual for such a quiet night.
He decided to take a rather late stroll through the Abbey. Hoping to assure himself that all was in order, before turning in for the night. His footfalls were sent echoing in the emptiness of the halls. Little to no light illuminating his path as he left the comforts of his Papal suites. His walk, taking him past the Papal offices and through the siblings’ quarters. Even more deafeningly silent as he traveled past the ghouls’ dormitory and down to the main hall.
As he stepped down off the grand stairway, he felt the shiver of cold run down his spine. Though it was quiet, he could make out the sound of his youngest brother’s voice. It seemed to be coming from within the chapel. Secondo quickly made his way to the large oak doors, cracking them open to reveal a sight he never could have anticipated. There was Terzo, held at knifepoint by his best friend Cardinal James.
Secondo could hardly believe his eyes. What in Satan’s name was happening? Frozen a moment before his physical body could grapple with what his mind had begun to understand he had seen. Behind James and Terzo was a female Hellhound. Her body, fading in and out of human form as she writhed in agony upon the altar. The state of her revealing that she had been summoned, raped, and left only half alive.
“Che cazzo sta succedendo qui?!” Secondo growled, hastily making his way down the nave before catching sight of James pressing a sharp blade against Terzo’s throat.
“Back off Sec… you don’t want to push me.” James hissed, Terzo’s white eye, shining from the reflection of light from the fires. Torches and candles surrounding them, clearly meant for a ritual. All spilling out their untamed flames around the altar.
“Secondo, he…he was.” Terzo began until James pressed the blade in harder. Terzo’s flesh giving way to it. Blood spilling slowly from the newly formed wound as he winced in pain.
“Keep your fucking mouth shut Emeritus whelp!” James yelled, his voice seeming to summon a legion of men. All of them, flooding in the chapel from behind Secondo and through the back of the Sacristy.
“James…” Secondo began before his friend cut him off.
“I told you that I wouldn’t give up.” he jabbed, the hints of his betrayal becoming clear in Secondo’s head. It had been only days since he noticed the changes in him. James had grown more and more restless as his abilities halted. Reaching his full potential, as his jealousy of Secondo's position took hold. He was angry—enraged that the Ministry would only allow the Emeritus to ascend, to summon to control.
No matter how hard James would work to succeed, he would always play second fiddle to the brothers. A fact he could no longer tolerate. The notion of it picking at a scab inside him, peeling back to reveal layers of deep-seated hate. His true nature, coming to shine through.
“What do you think you are doing? Please… James, think about this.” Secondo begged. A sight that not many had ever come to see from him. Never before had he been this scared—betrayed.
“Oh, save it Sec… you should have known this would happen. You refused to allow me to at least summon myself a Hellhound. The pathetic old men of the Ministry have refused to allow me to continue to grow my power. To earn the right to ascend as you and your fucking brothers, who pale in comparison to my potential, can just from having been born to it…and for that… someone has to pay.” James smiled, though his eyes struggled to mask the torment within him. Secondo felt it to his core, glancing away, only to catch sight of the Hellhound behind them. Her tears shed in silence as her battered body began to still. It was clear to him then, that the man Secondo had cared for as a brother was lost to them.
That rage and pain had festered inside James for so long. So much so, that he would stop at nothing, freely shedding blood and defiling innocence without a second thought. He knew that James was ready to steal the power—the life from the pitiful being he ravaged on the altar. Terzo must have seen it and tried to stop him, only to wind up caught up in his web.
From the number of men that surrounded them, it was easy to see that James had amassed a following. Others who would strike against the church and the Emeritus bloodline. While he knew he would most likely die trying, Secondo knew James must be stopped. Knew that allowing him to live would make death to all those you might stand in his way.
“Secondo, please go…” the still young Terzo muttered, his voice strained by fear. He could see in Secondo’s eyes that he was ready to risk it all. Terzo, hoping to stop him, began to shake as the blood from his wound slowly ran down his throat. Pooling in the hollows of his collarbone. Just as Secondo’s vision went red, the urge filling him to kill James, there was a loud boom.
The stone from along the pillars that held up the walls of the front of the room, crumbled. The thick dust of stone filling the air as one by one the men who had come to support James began to disappear. Through the thick dust came Primo, bursting into the room as a horde of ghouls crawled in from behind him. Ripping, tearing, and shredding all those who had betrayed the church to pieces before they could even let out a scream.
“You pathetic fool. You will never come back from this.” Primo growled, the jewels of his miter gleaming in the candlelight. The proud and eldest Emeritus son, coming to his brothers’ rescue and the ghoul eating their fill of the treacherous men who were dumb enough to follow James.
“This isn’t over.” James growled as he sliced into Terzo’s throat deeper. Secondo lunged forward for him just as James disappeared into thin air. The dust from the stone finally settled as the room grew quiet. The last of the men who followed James, had fallen to the ground. Secondo wasted no time, running up Terzo and taking him into his arms.
“Fratello!” Secondo called out, the weight of them both bringing him to his knees. The ghouls, encircling them as Primo approached. Bending down to assess his brother’s wounds. Terzo was frightened to death, choking on his own blood. James may have disappeared, but not before having severed the tissues deep in Terzo’s throat. He was beginning to bleed out and fast.
“It’s alright. Get him to the infirmary at once” Primo commanded. His voice, steady and calm. The ghouls took Terzo from Secondo’s grasp. The young Cardinal’s face filled with terror as he watched them cart Terzo away. Leaving a trail of blood along the floor as they walked.
“He will be fine Secondo. I will see to that.” Primo assured him, watching Secondo rise from the ground.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
“Of that? I am… she however won’t if we waste any more time.” Primo explained, turning his attention to the altar. Secondo could see it too, the Hellhound’s breathing was ragged and shallow. Her eyes, losing their ethereal glow. Soon she would be dead if they did nothing and it was all James’s fault.
“What do we do? How can we save her fratello? She’s barely alive” Secondo asked. Primo, remaining silent a moment while he tried to think. Carefully running his hand over the hellhound's head. His compassionate and gentle touch, comforting her as warm tears slipped over her cheeks. The first and only kindness from Humankind she had ever known.
“We send her back through the fire.”
- Present Day -
Secondo woke up in a cold sweat. Shaken up as he had never been one to fall asleep at his desk. Today had been different, there were plans coming down the pipeline. Ones, yet unannounced, that required his meticulous attention. Keeping him and his brothers mostly stuck in their office. Secondo, barely getting to see Marcus.
He wasn’t sure if it was the stress or missing his beloved hound that had him dreaming. The nightmare of that night, relived in his mind so vividly. Seeing it as if he were back there once more. The image of that hellhound’s face ingrained into his mind.
“Hey, you missed breakfast.” Marcus said as he came in through the door. No longer bothering to knock. Secondo smirked at him as he made himself comfortable on the chair opposite him. The middle Emeritus son, finding his lover’s insolence these days more amusing and endearing. Nonetheless, noting it as a reason to pleasure and punish him later.
“Si, that I did.” Secondo responded, sitting up straight at his desk as he watched Marcus unzip his guitar case. “For what do I owe the pleasure Marcus? You know I am busy.” he chided lightly. Marcus smiled, continuing to tune his guitar before speaking.
“Thought you could use a little pick me up.” he explained, strumming gently over the strings. Gearing up to play for him, something he had been practicing over the last few days in Secondo’s absence.
“Ah well how can I say no to that.” he hummed, opening up a drawer and grabbing a bottle of whisky and his favorite glass from inside it. Pouring himself some as he listened to Marcus begin to play. The boy had talent, he thought to himself, that was for certain. Second, finding that he enjoyed watching his lover play. The week had been rough between his obligations and the vivid dreams. Secondo, thinking to himself that maybe this was just what he needed.
Marcus looked devilishly handsome as he played. Long fingers, gliding across the strings with ease as his Papa watched him. The notes of Jigolo Har Megiddo, one of Secondo’s own songs forming as Marcus played away. The careful detail and melodic and familiar notes, igniting a spark of delight within him.
“One of my best.” Secondo smiled, Marcus smiling back as he continued to strum along. Without realizing it, Secondo found himself humming the tune. This was nice, he thought, listening to his song played so beautifully by Marcus. The two of them, enjoying each other’s company. And even though he was neglecting his duties, the moment between them was well worth it.
As the song came to its conclusion, Marcus sped up his rhythm. Finishing off the song as a string snapped. The hot metal slicing through his finger as he released the hold of his guitar.
“Shit!” he yelped, his glamour glitching out as he gritted his teeth, sucking in air. Secondo quickly rose from the desk as Marcus removed the guitar strap from around his neck. Setting the guitar down beside him as Secondo approached. Marcus stared at him as Secondo lifted the injured hand to take assessment of the wound.
“Ah… it’s not so bad. Don’t be a child.” he smirked, giving Marcus a bit of grief. The Hellhound growling a bit at his comment.
“Still fucking hurts!” he snapped back. His tone, eliciting Secondo to grab for his collar, yanking Marcus up from the chair. Holding him face to face with him.
“Here then.” the Papa said as he brought Marcus’s finger to his lips. Kissing his palm and licking up his finger before sucking it into his mouth. Savoring the metallic taste of him against his tongue.
“Pa—Papa.” Marcus moaned, surprised but very much turned on by the sudden turn of events.
“Il mio dolce cucciolotto.” Secondo purred before yanking Marcus to his lips. Kissing him passionately as he used his collar to guide him over to his desk. Secondo, only breaking the seal of their lips to swing Marcus around. Releasing his collar as he bent him over.
“Fuck.” Marcus moaned as Secondo’s hand quickly found its way beneath his pants. Fingers slowly taking hold of the hellhound’s cock. Already half stiffened by the intensity of their kiss. Secondo smiled, the blood from Marcus’s finger still lingering on his lips as he licked and kissed along his lover’s neck.
“You desperate whore, look how hard you are already… and just from my kiss.” the Papa purred, the words hot against Marcus’s ear. Secondo, slowly stroking Marcus’s cock in his hand. As if on instinct, Marcus pressed his ass hard back against Secondo. Feeling that he too was rock hard with anticipation. His fat cock, bulging against him.
“Seems I’m not the only one.” Marcus smirked. His words, making Secondo groan before deciding to drop his hand. Forcing off Marcus’s pants, practically tearing them off until he was bare from the waist down. Marcus’s plump, juicy ass making Secondo’s mouth water.
“Clever…” Secondo growled, forcing Marcus to look back at him a moment. Pulling him from over the shoulder to kiss him once more. Just before biting into his lip. More blood trickling down and filling their mouths as Secondo readied himself to fuck Marcus senseless. The hellhound, more than happy to oblige.
“Ah! Fuck! Yas!” he howled as Secondo pushed inside him. The head of his cock, making quick work of stretching his asshole with ease. Bottoming out fast inside him, making Marcus so incredibly full. Secondo grabbed hold of his hips to steady as he began pounding away. Marcus, moaning as he continued to push back into him. Leaning up on his forearms to help with the angle.
“Who do you belong to?” Secondo moaned, cock pressing against Marcus’s sweet spot. The hellhound’s own cock, beginning to leak.
“Ah… mmm.” he stammered, so entranced in the pleasure from being taken by him.
“Who?!” Secondo snapped, striking Marcus’s hard across his ass cheek. The searing pain, making Marcus continue to leak. A red mark, welting across his skin as Secondo traced it with his fingers. All before drawing back and then slamming hard inside him.
“FUCK! You Papa! Always you, oh!” Marcus cried, taking his own cock in his hand. Needing to stroke himself as he remained bent forward.
“That’s right! Fuck!” Secondo mewled, beginning to swell inside. “I’m going to cum in this sweet ass of yours. Tell me you want me to!” he commanded.
“Ah! Yes! Papa… cum in me! Fucking shit!” Marcus yelped as he felt Secondo’s stride waver. The Papa, dropping down to bite into Marcus’s neck before lifting him up. Forcing him harder and deeper onto his cock. Marcus, beginning to drool as he felt Secondo empty inside him. Ropes of cum, bursting deep against his prostate. Warm and thick.
Before Marcus knew it, Secondo’s softened cock had slipped out. Papa, turning him around and dropping to his knees. An expected event that had sent a thrill through Marcus. Never in all this time had Secondo ever placed himself in a more submissive position. Now here he was on his knees, pulling Marcus’s cock into his mouth and sucking hard. Tasting the salty bitterness of the hellhound’s leaking cum.
“Fucking Hell!” Marcus said as his head fell back. Finding his fingers gripping the top of Secondo’s bald head as he sucked him off. The blood from the cut on his finger, smearing in telling streaks over his lover’s bare head. Secondo hadn’t even bothered to subdue the salacious sounds he was making. Slurping and sucking hard and tight all around him. Within moments, Marcus came. Feeling himself released into Secondo’s throat was unlike anything he had ever felt before.
Quickly, Marcus became languid as he dropped down to sit on the desk. Secondo rising up from the floor with a look of satisfaction. His paints smeared and remnants of blood and cum decorating the corners of his lips. Both of them breathless and content.
“Don’t get used to it cucciolotto.” he smirked; Marcus barely able to nod.
When the excitement of the afternoon had settled down, it was finally time for the Ministry's announcement. One that the clergy, ghouls, and siblings alike had all been waiting for. Secretly it was decided that Copia was going to be ordained as Papa before the next tour. The news sent everyone into full celebration, and it was clear to Marcus why Secondo had been so busy over the past week.
Never had anyone, in all the history of the church, become Papa outside the Emeritus family. While it took a lot of planning, all the Emeritus brother’s had come together to make a convincing enough argument for it. One that no one would dare refuse. Allowing the charismatic Cardinal to ascend with the full blessing of the Ministry behind him.
Copia was surprised—ecstatic. Though he knew he had earned the title, it still humbled him to get the recognition. Deciding that he would celebrate with his ghouls as they set forth to soon be the new ruling horde within the church. Inviting everyone, including Marcus and the other Papas, out for a night on the town.
They all went to an underground spot nestled deep in the city. A club called Della Bestia; it was frequented by many unholy factions. A place where they could feel comfortable to more or less be themselves. Marcus had been thrilled to get out, dressed in a charcoal black suit and crimson tie. The ensemble, picked out for him specially by Secondo for the occasion. Secondo, himself, donning a black Armani suit and green silk tie. Both of them dressed to impress as they celebrated the night.
The ghouls were drinking and dancing, the Papas and Copia sat around a table in the back watching and discussing the future, and Marcus found himself content to bounce between the two. Only deciding to remain seated for longer than a few minutes after Cumulus’s dancing had completely drained him enough to sit down. As he sat, he could tell he interrupted something. Copia, looking at the other Papas before deciding to speak up.
“Marcus… there is something I wanted to talk to you about." The soon to be Papa smiled as he handed over a glass of champagne to Marcus. A look of endearment held in his eyes.
“Oh course. What’s up?” Marcus asked, genuinely confused and maybe a little drunk.
“I know that things are still not official… just yet as it were… but I wanted to ask you to be a part of my crew. Like one of my ghouls. You mean as much to me now as them, and I want you too to get the recognition and respect you deserve. Get to be a part of Ghost with us.” Copia smiled.
“Oh I…” Marcus began, glancing over to Secondo who sat opposite Copia. Remaining stoic as ever as he remained silent along with Primo and Terzo. All three of them, looking just as happy as Copia. Agreeing that in the short time since Marcus had come to live at the Abbey, he was just as much family as any of the rest of them. A thought that warmed the hellhound’s heart.
“It would mean getting to tour Marcus… see the world. A wonderful opportunity for you.” Terzo explained as Omega came up from behind him. The beefy ghoul, rubbing at his Papa’s shoulders before the two of them shared a kiss. Momentarily stealing Terzo’s attention from him.
“I—” Marcus began again, still unable to get out the words. While this was a once in a lifetime opportunity. Getting to tour the world, be a part of a real band, be with friends—the thought of leaving Secondo behind for so long pained his heart. He looked over at him, Secondo sitting regal as ever as he sipped from his glass of absinthe. A warm expression on his face, that sent Marcus’s heart pounding.
“Go on…” Secondo insisted. It was at that moment that he decided he couldn’t go through with it. No matter how much he would love it, he loved Secondo even more.
“It’s alright Marcus. What do you wanna say?” Aether asked, shoving Dew off the sofa and on to the floor. He, like most of the ghouls, was already drunk and acting foolish. Leaving only Aether and Omega to be clear minded enough for the conversation.
“Cardinal….um… Papa.” he chuckled, Copia smiling back at him. “As much as I would love to go with you all, I believe my place is here…with Secondo.” Secondo reached out and grabbed hold of Marcus’s hand. It was obvious they belonged together and that nothing could come between them.
“Of course, Marcus…I understand.” Copia grinned, raising his glass to him. The rest of the table raised theirs as well. Cheering for the joyous celebrations of the night.
“Thank you for understanding.” Marcus told him. Secondo, gently squeezing his hand. Terzo went to hug Marcus. A surprise to the hellhound as he held tight to him.
“Welcome to the family Marcus… it’s not many who could bring a smile to my brother’s face.” he laughed. Secondo glaring at his youngest brother before rolling his eyes. Things were all falling into place, Copia would become Papa, Marcus and Secondo were officially together in both heart and spirit, and Marcus had, finally, found home.
- That same night, several miles away -
The rain was pouring from outside. Leaking through once inconspicuous cracks in the ceiling, as a man in dark robes approached the cellar. His hand brought up to knock carefully before the door had opened on its own. The man, swallowing back the tight knot in his throat as he stared into the blackness before him.
He slowly descended the stairs. Hearing the creaking of the rotting boards, bowing beneath his feet. Steadying his breath as his shoes met with the crumbling stone of the floor. He glanced over to a small corner of the room. It was the only part illuminated in green light, the shadow of a man, his back facing him visible in the light.
“Jonathan…” the other man called out to him.
“Yes sir.” he answered, his voice shaky and uncertain. The man seemed to be deep in thought. His tone, making it clear he was annoyed at the interruption.
“Just what in Satan’s name are you doing down here?” he asked. The mysterious man, setting down a wilted, old tome before turning to face Jonathan.
“It’s your…s-son.”
“Marcus?” the man asked, his eyes lighting up with intrigue. The glint in them, sinister as he began to smile.
“Yes sir, we…we…have located him.” Jonathan explained, continuing his stuttering. The man had now begun chuckling to himself in the darkness. Approaching Jonathan as if he was floating across the floor. Snatching him up by the collar of his cloak as he stared menacingly into his eyes.
“Where is he?”
Notes:
Che cazzo sta succedendo qui?!- What the fuck is going on here?!
I CAN'T TELL 100% FOR SURE BUT I'M ALMOST POSITIVE THIS LITTLE SHIT FOUND ME AGAIN AGJKDLSJFDKSJFKDSLJFL
@ghuletteintraining @vveissesfleisch WHY IS HE LIKE THIS
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Old National Centre Indianapolis IN 8 May 2024
I know it's been another long one since I posted, but your girl has soooooo much on her plate right now.
it's been really hard to find time to do my stories justice and I don't wanna just give you guys anything that I am not happy with.
So, thank you all for being so patient with me and I am back with some Hunter's Moon celebrations with our beloved Secondo x OC Marcus content for the lovely @ashley-ghuleh
Commissions are OPEN, please see pinned post for Carrd info!
💗 Special thanks to @gothdaddyissues for the beautiful dividers!
The Hell Torn Heart
After a recurring dream leaves Marcus, a half-demon/half-hellhound, dealing with the ghosts of his troubled past and visions of a place he has never been. He is unexpectedly thrust into an unknown world. Guided by a mysterious couple to the Ministry, surrounded by ghouls and siblings of sin. The once outcast struggles with what haunts him and learning to find himself—until he meets Secondo.
Chapter 5: Hunter's Moon
Also available HERE on AO3! Haven’t started yet? Read from the beginning HERE!
Definitely NSFW below the cut!
The sound of the ice clinking in the glass filled the otherwise hollow of the room. Secondo sat sullen at his desk, pulling out his bottom drawer and retrieving an old, leather-bound ledger. A group photo tucked inconspicuously inside. Between the faded and tattered pages—a totem of times long passed.
He sat back against his chair, looking down at the old Polaroid held in his right glove. Recognizing the handwriting of his elder brother—Samhain celebration. The year written now faded into a smear of ink. With only the faint hint of 19 still visible.
It was bittersweet now to look at it. More bitter than sweet if Secondo was being honest. A group of clergymen, all much younger than they were now, dressed in their best robes for the autumnal festivities. Primo, Secondo, Terzo, and even Nihil all in attendance, but it was the man standing just beside Secondo that held his attention. The man that held that bitter taste that lingered in Secondo’s mouth. James, his once good friend and colleague—Marcus’s father.
He had been sitting with the knowledge of Marcus's lineage for weeks. Holding in close to the chest while he waited for the right time to reveal it to his brothers. Debating to himself on whether or not Marcus would be safe if he chose to reveal it to the whole of the Ministry. After all he wasn’t the only one who James had betrayed.
Staring at them in the picture. The perfect portrait of gluttonous fools who were high and mighty in both their lust for power and pursuit of sin. Each of them at one time like brothers to one another. Even James who at one time even Nihil considered a “son”.
The pain of his betrayal still ached deep inside Secondo. A thought he had worked hard to push deep in the recesses of his mind. Finally, he became sick of looking at it. Crumbling up the photo in his hand and tossing in the dusty forgotten corner of the room.
“Satana, potrebbe davvero provare a tornare?” he whispered to himself before finishing up the watered-down spirits in his glass. Just as he resigned to moving on with his work, there came a knock at the door. Secondo letting out a deep sigh as he called them in. His brothers just on time.
“Fratello. You asked to see us.” Primo said, stepping into the office. Head held high and prideful as expected. He was always such a source of knowledge and reassurance for Secondo. Having practically raised both him and Terzo for their entire childhood, Primo was a father figure unlike anything Nihil could ever be.
“That I did, thank you for coming. I know it's a busy afternoon for us all.” he acknowledged watching as Terzo came following shortly behind. Secondo’s head had already begun to pound. Rubbing at his temples before motioning for his brothers to take a seat—they had much to discuss.
“What's this about? You know I'm missing confessional for this.” Terzo huffed, slouching down in his chair like a petulant teenager who had convinced himself he had better things to do with his time. His annoying, although all too predictable behavior, sending Secondo and Primo’s eyes both rolling in their skulls. Knowing that the only reason Terzo would be miffed at missing his duties at the confessional, was because he was planning on spending the day fucking inside it.
“There is a situation that has been brought to my attention and I think you all should know.” Secondo began, his eyes traveling over to the crumpled-up photo. Terzo, noting it. Hopping up from his chair to retrieve it, unwrinkled it to see the daunting image staring back at them.
“It's…” he began, his mind flashing back to the night of James’s uprising. A night that his head was inches away from being served on a platter. Handing over the photo to Primo for him to see. The air in the room turned ominous as they all sat in a moment of silence.
“He is Marcus's father.” Secondo admitted, breaking the quiet between them. Both Primo and Terzo's eyes widened at the news.
“Oh cazzo. You have to be fucking joking.” Terzo sighed, taking a seat on the edge of Secondo's desk. Primo allowed himself to slowly sink back into his chair. The audible sounds of his bones and joints settling filling the space between them.
“Are you sure?” He asked him, even though he knew that Secondo would not be the one to joke about such a thing. Understanding that for Secondo, it was especially devastating, if their new resident Hellhound and his brother’s unsung lover was the spawn of one of the Ministry’s, and the Emeritus line’s, greatest adversaries.
“I'm sure. He told me himself. Seems that he finally managed to summon a Hellhound of his own.” Secondo explained, exhaling hard with his words.
“More like found her, knocked her up, and took advantage of her, it sounds like.” Terzo hissed.
“Do you think he knows? Is war on the horizon for us?” Primo asked, worried that Marcus's appearance at their Abbey had been no coincidence.
“You don’t expect James to just come strolling back, do you?” Terzo asked.
“If he is being used to infiltrate us, I can assure you, he knows nothing of it.” Secondo groaned, realizing what Primo was implying. It was certainly something he himself had considered in the beginning. From the moment Marcus told him, there was always the fear in his mind that they were being set up. However, he couldn’t bring himself to think Marcus was involved.
His feelings for the wayward dog were growing stronger with each passing day. Though he had yet to fully admit it to anyone. Maybe Marcus was trying to get close to him in order to give his father the upper hand. It would be his former best friend who would be most devastated to be betrayed once more by him again. He just couldn't bear to think it—something told him Marcus was genuine.
“Aware or not…this spells trouble. We need to talk to him, find out more…”
“In time Terzo, I don’t think it would be wise to bring it up before the celebrations. Maybe after—until then we will need to keep our eyes open and our ears to the ground. I suggest we notify the clergy of possible threats and have the ghouls keep a keen eye out until we know more.”
“I agree, no need to ruin the Hunter's Moon Hunt over sheer speculation.” Primo began, rising up from the chair so that he and Terzo could get things settled, “but fratello, make no mistake, we have to do something soon.”
“Agreed.” Secondo nodded as they headed out the door.
The night sky was illuminated with brilliant shades of indigo, amber, and vermillion. The sun, having begun to set as the Hunter’s Moon hung high in the above. The enchantment, circling the grounds, emanating a haunting, green light. It had become something of a sport for the Abbey to celebrate this night. The night of the Hunter’s Moon—a time honored tradition.
It started as a celebration of the feral nature of all Hell beasts. A time when their powers would be at their utmost capacity. Usurping the otherwise willfulness of them to be tamed—to follow commands. Now it had now become an opportunity for bets placed and gleeful indulgence. Everyone, excited to see who would be caught and when.
The ghouls would be “hunted”—chased down and caught once again by their prospective Papas. The evenings celebrations, all culminating in a night of sin, power, and depending on the relationship between them, carnal desires and lust. The entirety of the Abbey, benefiting from the Hellish impulses and debauchery the night created. A perfect and proper display of their faithfulness of sin, meant to please Lucifer himself. And tonight, Marcus would officially join the pack.
Far down in the bowels of the Abbey, the dungeons were filled with ghouls. All of them snapping and snarling as they waited for Sister Imperator's command for the gates to be open. Releasing them onto the grounds while Primo, Secondo, and Terzo awaited them. Cardinal Copia, along with Aether and Dew and the rest of the newly summoned ghouls watching in awe. Their time to come once Copia would be allowed to ascend. Leaving them for now to be delighted spectators to the night's events.
“Well now.” Primo remarked, noting the list of ghouls taking place in the hunt. “I see that although Copia brought him in, Sister is allowing the Hellhound to run for you huh fratello.” he finished, smirking at Secondo. The three Emeritus sons already prepared to take off on horseback after their ghouls. Like an old English foxhunt, ready to capture their prey.
“I think we all know why.” Terzo jabbed back, “...seems the old man has grown quite smitten with the puppy.”
“Ah…non riferirti a lui in quel modo.” Primo chided, worried about Terzo's lack of decorum towards their brother’s new charge.
“It is alright Primo. It's a term of endearment...I think.” Secondo winked, knowing that the ghouls too called Marcus, “puppy”. A friendly nickname given to the new guy who they had only ever accepted as their own.
“Whatever you say then fratello.” Primo nodded as Aether, Dew, Copia, and Sister Imperator approached them. The mass of siblings, clergy, and remaining ghouls, all filing in on the back courtyard as they waited.
The sound of anxious hoofs, shifting around on the old stone pavement echoed in the cold autumn night. Secondo exhaled as he waited patiently, his breath just visible in the air. All of them all bundled in their winter vestments. The hint of pinkened noses noted just beneath the brother’s papal paints.
“Well now, have we all placed our bets?” Copia asked, smiling with his ledger and quill ready in hand. He was honored to be serving as unofficial bookie for the event. The Ministry, choosing to “look the other way” at the betting practice. It was a position that had long since been held by the Ministry treasurer. Which at this time, and for many years now, had just so happened to be the Cardinal.
“We all know who's getting caught first.” Terzo chuckled, popping his neck from side to side, ready to ride.
“That's because the two of you just want to fuck each other's brains out… no respect for the sport of it.” Primo scoffed. It was always Omega, Terzo’s ghoul and lover, that was caught first. The two of them barely able to contain themselves long enough before they would spend the evening entangled with one another, and usually a very willing sister, deep in the western wood. Showing more appreciation for lustful endeavors than they ever did for the Hunter's Moon celebration itself.
“Pff.” Terzo shrugged, smirking once more as he still knew it was true. The youngest Emeritus son winking to Sister Jillian who stood amongst the crowd. The obvious choice for their lascivious plans with her ample bosom and bedroom eyes.
With Omega surely on his way to being “caught” first, it was more exciting to see who would be caught last—the one to hold out the longest. Would it be one of Primo or Secondo's ghouls? Would Marcus even have a chance of out running Secondo? Only the night would tell.
“Ok last call for bets!” Copia announced as he finished up inscribing the last bit of guesses from the siblings and, although she was officially not supposed to, Sister Imperator. Who had discreetly managed to slip Aether a 20.
“My money's on the dog." she winked. Aether, chuckling to himself as he quickly took the bill from her and made his way over to Copia.
“Best betting pool the Abbey has seen in decades.” Father Jim delighted as he Copia and Dew stood at the bottom of the steps in the courtyard. Aether approached them, sending a wink to Copia as he handed him the money. Nodding in Sister’s direction as Copia immediately caught on. Jotting down her initials in the ledger.
“Sí, Mammon would certainly be proud.” Copia said, nodding as well back towards her.
Marcus was absolutely feral. Teeth bared as drool rolled from within his mouth. His full Hellhound visage on display. Staying true in form along with all the ghouls around him. Their usual glamours, falling to the wayside as they all roared, hissed, and growled. Ready for the indication that the hunt had begun. Releasing them from their hold within the dungeons.
“That old man better be ready” he growled. Pacing back and forth along the dirt floor.
“Don’t get too cocky, Cucciolo. That old man is one of the best I have ever seen.” Earth snapped. Playfully nipping at Marcus like they were a pair of hyper littermates. Playing with one another to prepare for the hunt. Marcus’s tail, wagging with excitement as he waited anxiously for things to begin.
Then it happened, the shot rang out from Sister Imperator’s gilded pistol and the gates lifted. Unleashing them onto the Abbey grounds. Taking off full force into the woods beyond them. Only moments could they hear Sister Imperators voice on the megaphone.
“Let the Hunter’s Moon Hunt begin!” she called, allowing the Papas now to take off after them. Following them deep into the woods to be tracked and caught. Marcus began panting and howling as he ran. Deeper and deeper into these woods he had only recently come to know. Still a novice as he allowed his wild nature to take over—guide him on his way.
He had never felt so alive. The cold wind, flowing through his hair as he ran. The light of the moon, highlighting his silhouette in an eerie reddened hue. Marcus, feeling his true power. What it really meant to be a Hellhound for the first time in his life. Unabashed, wild—free.
I don’t care what the others might say. The old man will never catch me, he thought. Reveling in this newfound freedom. Losing himself as he began frolicking, prancing, and running. Paying little attention as each of the Papas managed to capture a ghoul or two around him.
Marcus didn’t care. He was thrilled to remain uncaught. Feeling smug with his ability to evade his would-be captor. Feeling confident enough in his lead to stop. Hollowing up at the orange devil in the sky. Barking and running in circles when he heard the faint snap of a twig from behind him. It was Secondo, jumping down off his horse to pursue him on foot. The “old man was surprisingly fast for his age.
“You will only get so far, Cucciolo! My track record is perfect.” Secondo yelled into the woods, only seeing a small speck of his target running in front of him.
“Sure, old man, we'll see about that!” Marcus snarked, tongue hanging from his mouth as he panted his way up a hill.
A group of ghouls; Water, Earth, Alpha, and some of the others joined him on each side. All of them happily ran beside him. Stopping again for only a moment together to howl at the moon.
“Gotcha!” Terzo beamed, snagging up Omega swiftly and with ease. The big ghoul, who had shockingly held out longer than expected, melted into his Papa's touch as they kissed against a tree. Marcus couldn’t help but blush at their fervidness and passion. Wondering if he would allow himself to be caught. If only just to have Secondo once more in his arms, his mouth—.
Back at the Abbey’s courtyard, the crowd waited for the return of the ghouls and Marcus. Primo proudly had caught all of his ghouls in record time. Terzo was still, as expected, in the middle of the woods with Omega. Sister Jillian, now suspiciously missing from the rest of the group. Secondo too had managed to retrieve everyone—everyone except Marcus.
“Cucciolo! Torna qui, piccolo stronzo!” Secondo yelled out. The whole of the Abbey listened as he spouted his frustrations in strings of profane Italiano. His boisterous rant pouring over the wind scorched trees and echoing towards them. The lot of them, amused at his vexation.
Secondo couldn’t care less what they thought. Still hoping to get the jump on his new pet. The young Hellhound, however, was proving to be more of a challenge than he'd imagined. Feeling the age difference between them in a way he never had before.
“How long should we let this go on?” Copia asked, struggling to hold back his own amusement. Watching as Marcus managed to evade Secondo's every move. His tail wagging behind him as Marcus did everything he could to mess with him. The siblings, clergy, and the rest of the ghouls all became dizzy as they watched Marcus running in circles around one another.
“Just a bit longer….one of them will fall out.” Sister Imperator hummed, satisfied with the turn of events. Reaching back to grab her lump sum of winnings from behind her from Aether as she smirked.
“When this is over I am never letting you off the leash again.” Secondo hissed. Angrily tapping the wrapped-up leash between his hands as he saw Marcus along the precipice of the woods.
“Is that so?” Marcus grinned, running back inside. Secondo gritted his teeth. He needed to catch his willful pup, lest he’d never hear the end of the ribbing from his brothers. He yanked back on the reins, tapping his horse.
“Yah!” Secondo yelled, the horse taking off fast after Marcus. The sound of its hoofs, loud in Secondo’s ears. Gaining on Marcus quickly. Delighted that he finally seemed to be slowing down.
“Oh fuck!” Marcus yelped, looking over his shoulder to see Secondo following closely behind. He continued to run, flying past the blur of trees and brush. Secondo, still maintaining a close distance behind him when suddenly the sound of hoofs stopped. Marcus halting in his position and slowly turning around.
Sniffing the air around him for Secondo’s scent. The air, so muddied with the scent of all the rest of the ghouls and the Papas, including Secondo, that it was almost impossible to discern him. Marcus, panting hard as he frantically searched his surroundings for a sign of movement. His ears piqued to any noise from within the trees. Reverting to his human form, wiped from all his expended energy.
“Gotcha!” Secondo proclaimed, snatching Marcus up by his collar and throwing him up against an old corkwood tree. Marcus, turning to face him as their mouths came crashing together like ferocious waves. Tasting, needing—desperate for one another.
“I need you.” Marcus moaned. As Secondo began undoing his belt. Marcus naked as the day he was born in the chilling air. The heat between them, keeping him warm.
“I need you too.” Secondo groaned as he freed his hard cock from his pants. Leaking and throbbing with his intentions. Marcus practically salivating at the sight of him.
“Then take me.” Marcus purred, turning around to rub his ass against the swelling of him.
“I will do with you as I please.” Secondo hissed, attaching the leach to Marcus’s collar as he licked his lips. Sinking his own teeth into his young lover's shoulder—asserting himself as the dominant one between them.
“Ah fuck.” Marcus mewled. Secondo, already nudging his cock against the tightly ribbed opening. Using his hand to smear the wealth of precum along his shaft. Easing his swift gliding straight into Marcus’s ass.
“Make no mistake. You belong to me now.” Secondo groaned as he began fucking him. His cock, quickly spreading out his hole to house him deep inside. Withdrawing back only to slam harder and deeper inside him.
“Mmm…yes Papa….” Marcus moaned, bending further forward. His new position, allowing Secondo deeper inside.
“Such a good pet you are, taking my cock so well. I’ve dreamt of this moment.”
“Mmm...Secondo…ah! Fuck me too.” Marcus cried out as Secondo reached around to take Marcus's cock in his still gloved hand. The cool leather slick from Secondo’s cum along Marcus’s shaft.
“That's right you little mutt, cum for your Papa. Cum in my hand while I cum in your ass.” Secondo demanded as he yanked back on Marcus’s leash once more. Railing him into complete submission. The sounds of his lap pounding against Marcus’s ass surely heard all the way back at the Abbey.
“Oh yes! Yes!” Marcus called out, tears streaming down his face with the mix of pain and pleasure. Secondo, buried deep in his asshole. Practically impaling him on him, pressing hard along his weak spot. Marcus, quickly cumming all over Secondo’s hand. Face bright red and eyes almost crossed as he burst in his hand.
Soon Secondo too couldn’t help but cum. Thrusting and pounding harder and harder until the warm liquid from Marcus’s orgasm ran over his wrist. The feel of it sending him over as he slammed Marcus’s ass down hard against his lap. Pouring ropes of cum deep in the back of him.
When it was all said and done, they both laid spent on the ground. Breathing, slowly settling as Marcus laid his hand against Secondo’s warm chest. His Papa, wrapping them both in his vestments as best he could. The cold, now beginning to settle in as the sweat from their efforts evaporated from their skin.
“You were amazing tonight.” Secondo hummed.
“Really?” Marcus asked, a bit surprised that Secondo was so impressed with him. Both of them, still reveling in descent from their orgasms.
“Truly. Everyone else had been caught tonight before you. You should be proud, Cucciolo.” Secondo explained. Marcus felt warm inside. Proud of himself for his efforts but completely enamored with Secondo that the victory paled in comparison.
“Thank you.” was all he could muster. Secondo, pulling out a cigarillo to puff on before they’d head back in.
“You’re welcome.” Secondo began when the post-coital reality began to set in. There was still so much to learn about Marcus—and if he truly knew about his father. Secondo knew he would have to tell him, but tonight was certainly not the night. For now, he would enjoy this moment between them—a rare moment of happiness.
“Happy first Hunter’s Moon.” Marcus smiled in his adorable naive, but charming tone.
“Happy Hunter’s Moon.”
Notes:
Satana, potrebbe davvero provare a tornare?- Satan, could he really be trying to come back?
non riferirti a lui in quel modo.-do not refer to him like that.
Cucciolo-Puppy
torna qui, piccolo stronzo- come back here you little shit.
