Preacher of the Holy Word

Joshua Fletcher | 640 years | Vampire, Religious fanatic and leader of anti-supernatural parish | Sideblog to fallcnlight | character exclusively used for cyanicde city. 

[illpcrish]

“Blind? I may be old, but my vision is as perfect as ever. Better, even,” he murmured down to Cecil, following the man’s weight as they made it over to the bed with underwear separating them. He pushed Cecil’s hips down, pressing his ass against the soft sheets and slid a hand up along the man’s warm, toned thigh until it hooked below the knee. Josh swiveled his hips, pressing his crotch against Cecil with the man’s hands toying at his muscled sides. 

Noting the look at his bulge and then his eyes, Josh grinned. Fangs glinted in the light while he carded a hand gently, tenderly, through Cecil’s hair. “Did you want to get it nice and wet, Cecil?” he panted in a low voice.

[illpcrish]

Josh honed in on Cecil’s heart, a quick pace orchestrated by the human’s soft moans and the quick breaths it followed. His own breaths mirrored Cecil’s, barely above a whisper with his lips returning to his. Kissing enhanced the feeling of warm fingers lowering to his belt, slowly but surely undoing the device that kept Joshua’s lower half clothed and cock away from the human. 

“You’re beautiful,” the elder breathed out, moan lilting his words as he undid Cecil’s pants and snaked one hand down to tease the man’s ass and another up to cup his head. Josh’s hips rolled forward, pushing into Cecil’s as the jeans slid down and his crotch pressed into the warmth that was Cecil. They could do this all night and Joshua would be all the merrier. 

[illpcrish]

Josh held back a laugh at Cecil’s adorable, perhaps coffee-fueled, rambling. The vamp grinned while rolling his head at an angle, nodding once, “Having you here is permission enough. Unless that is an issue?” he mused. Josh closed his eyes as they kissed and the hand on Cecil’s side soon snaked around the male’s torso, bringing him closer against Josh’ cool, muscled, body. 

They kissed and he didn’t need to pull back to breathe, but he did after minute to pant, smiling at the delicious human in his midsts. He licked at his lips to pick up on the remnants of Cecil, “You’re good,” he whispered and hands tugged at Cecil’s shirt, slowly lifting it off the human’s warm, toned form. When it was off, Josh carefully trailed his lips along Cecil’s neck and collar bone, even dipping down for a quick kiss on his chest. He stood back up and embraced the human, closing in to kiss and dote on the man before their eventual sex. 

[illpcrish]

The blush was a wonderful sight. While partially obscured, what Josh saw was enough to grow his desire for the human. He lowered his eyes, hand resting on Cecil’s shoulder once he took the coat off. Josh tilted his head at an angle, “It’s not an issue, truly. Having you here does plenty to my appetite,” he whispered back with a knowing gaze. The vampire slid his hand from Cecil’s shoulder to cheek, thumbing there carefully. How’d he earn it? For being handsome, of course.

“You’re too handsome not to kiss, Cecil. Those cheeks just demand it,” he lightly teased and likewise slipped out of his shoes. Down in his jeans and button-up, he guided Cecil up the steps with his hand in his. Josh slowly led the way, giving a squeeze when the entered the master bedroom. Josh stepped aside, starting to get his shirt unbuttoned, “Would you like any help, my dear?” he asked in a low, mellow hum as his toned torso revealed itself and the shirt was slipped off to the ground. Shirtless, he walked over to rest a hand on Cecil’s cheek and the other in Cecil’s side. His grip was gentle yet present, lingering until permission was given. 

Since they’ve been on good terms thus far, Josh surmised Cecil looked forward to his help. 

[illpcrish]

Josh helped Cecil up gently, thumbing the back of the man’s warm hand while looking him over. If he was hot now, it’s only telling how much better he’ll look unclothed and under the vampire. Teeth teetering on the man’s neck, teasing but not dipping in. It sent shivers down his spine. “Together, sharing a bed perhaps?” he suggested after Cecil donned his coat and scarf. With Cecil all bundled up, he led the way into the cool night and further down the street.

Joshua liked having the human at his side, a warm presence that entertained the eyes and likewise his mind. He found himself caring for Cecil, yet the only experience they had was coffee. Life worked in interesting ways and he wasn’t going to complain. Not one bit. “There will be coffee, spare clothes, and a breakfast if you wish. I wouldn’t dare leave you to slink out when I can treat you to a nice breakfast and shower,” he answered back, tone warm and smooth.

As they walked closer to vampire territory, and Joshua’s old, well-kept home, he lowered his head in a brief act. Instead of whispering something to Cecil, he pecked the man’s cheek in a gentle kiss. It lasted less than a second and in mid-step, leaving them to be connected at the hand while closing in on Josh’s place. Ascending the stairs, he unlocked the door and ushered Cecil into the warm house, where soft lighting greeted the pair and likewise a more modern interior. “My bedroom is upstairs and there’s a bathroom attached to it, as well. Shall we go up, then?” he purred over, smiling at his prize of the night. Year or even century, too.

[illpcrish]

Josh bowed his head, sure enough pleased that even then Cecil would look for him. They’d met not too long ago and the vampire was confident in saying they hit it off well. He honed in on Cecil’s laugh, the soft sound between them that allured and attracted Josh further. Cecil’s a fine man in appearance, but his soft laughs and gentle teasing? Even more desirable to the Vampire. “That’s no way to spend an evening,” Josh gently tutted back, slipping out of the booth. He offered his hand to Cecil, smiling all the while.

“We can go back to my place. Just a little further up from here, if you are interested. No talk of the church and business. Only about tonight, yourself, and what you want,” he practically purred back, tone domestic and restrained for now. When at Josh’s home, in his bed? He’ll take on a lustful approach. It was barely kept back, egged on in memory of Cecil’s earlier moan. Oh yes. 

“What do you say, handsome? Are you interested in spending the night with me?”

[illpcrish]

He laughed, lowering his head over the cup in his hand, catching another glimpse of Cecil’s hand as it brushed along his cool, toned chest. “I can tell. I am pleased to introduce you to coffee beyond those office pots and...keurigs.” The Keurig was something he never used before, but he did see it from time to time when frequenting the town. Josh smiled over, “If you want to blame me, you will have to find me. Maybe then you can borrow the ring.” he teased, sipping on his drink. 

It’s a shame Cecil withdrew his hand, but the night was young and he’s sure he could get that warmth back to him soon. Josh leaned in, eyes crinkling a tad, “Even in this metaphorical scenario, you’ll be in that office? Why don’t we go somewhere else after this, make our meeting more...meaningful. There are nice times to be had beyond coffee and late night sketches, in my experience,” he lilted lowly.

Hs hand rested on the table halfway between he and Cecil. Joshua finished up his drink and fished for his wallet. He’ll pay for their drinks, but he wouldn’t rush Cecil afterwards. They could linger longer until the human’s done with his drink. He’s been alive long enough to know manners meant something. 

[illpcrish]

He didn’t expect Cecil to moan, but it’s enough to widen his smile. His heart would have raced if he were alive, wanting more of those sweet sounds from the human’s lips. Perhaps Joshua could be the cause, instead? Josh’s eyes flickered from Cecil’s to their hands, “I must have hooked you on a late night dealer, hm?” he entertained in return. 

“You can hope so--the ring will protect the skin under it, in your case,” he chuckled gently. The vampire sipped on his own cup once more, soaking in its warmth and likewise Cecil’s fingers brushing on the ring. Witches were a little more tolerant for Josh, as they were still human in some way. More so than Werewolves, anyhow. While sleep was a flaw for the productive, it’s desired for the immortal. When days bleed into one another after ten years of staying awake? A break from reality was nice.

“If you spent all your waking hours working, I’m afraid we’d never have met. I would have missed out on a handsome man,” he murmured, casting Cecil an alluring gaze with a glint of teasing to it. “I would have hated for that to happen.”

[illpcrish]

Joshua was certain that the lifted hands were defensive, but Cecil did no wrong. He was only six; how could he? The vampire rolled his shoulders as he picked up his mug, slowly blowing over the steaming coffee. “Maybe so,” he felt arguing about it was worthless. He much rather wanted to keep Cecil in his grasp, as the architect was a good soul while charming on the eyes.

The vampire’s lips parted into a gentle smile. He reached over, guiding Cecil’s curious hand to the ring on his chest, “You can touch it. The ring’s harmless. It is imbued and forged with magic so I do not die under the sun’s light. Wearing it allows me to come out in the day, much like humans.” He paused to consider the next comment, slowly sipping on his beverage. The warmth’s much like blood, but the taste wasn’t there. He chuckled and swallowed, head cocked to the side, “I can, but I don’t need it. If I don’t want to sleep, I read to pass the time.”

[illpcrish]

Joshua never did come across Cecil in his years of living in Cyanide. Whether a result of his ‘hiding’ in Vampire territory or otherwise, the handsome man only recently walked into his life. Vampires dominated the town while humans picked up the crumbs to desperately live in a place of rigged opportunities. His brown eyes, previously full of mirth and amusement of their earlier talk, lost its playful charm. A look of concern fell on Joshua, but it wasn’t acted on. Cecil might have been six, yet the attacking vamp didn’t care. 

He felt for Cecil in that moment. There’s a reason his following grew in size: such events should never happen. “I’m sorry for what occurred back then. I want to say that we are beyond that, but the inexperienced and lacking have no...consideration in their minds.” With the two left to themselves, he swept his eyes over Cecil’s features, hovering on the male’s lips. If only he could...

“I am able to because of this,” he gestured to the golden ring resting on his dark chest, finger pressing its side to turn it over, “I find the night to be calmer, however. It is more fun to go out with an alluring man at night than try the same in the day,” he pointed out while smiling off to Cecil. Another minute passed and their drinks were delivered. Josh nodded in thanks as the waitress set one cup in front of him and the other in front of Cecil. 

[illpcrish]

“Maybe so,” he said, surveying Cameron yet again, “but you haven’t. Your phone isn’t out, for starters,” he remarked. Josh tilted his head a tad. He’s tempted to smile under the boy’s incessant smirks and joking tone, but Cameron coming to him wasn’t a joke. He needed something. Desperately. Joshua waved a hand, “You show know what I’m offering. I’m old enough to have a fortune in my back pocket and then some. There’s a reason why the rich are hard to find.”

The plea brought a smile on his lips. He cast his eyes on Cameron’s face, trailing his sight along the boy’s neck that tempted and taunted at his cravings. Anything, you say...? He leaned in, resting his index under Cameron’s chin and slowly lifted the boy’s head a notch, watching his jugular pulse under the room’s warm lighting. “I will have the money for you by tomorrow if you let me have a taste. You’ve been on my mind, Cameron. I bet you are an unforgettable one,” he crooned softly, eyes returning to the boy’s.

“A drink and you’ll get to live another month in that apartment. Deal?”

[illpcrish]

“Precisely,” he said in a single nod. The vampire liked to drink here and again, but blood came first. If he were to dine on actual food, he’d just get nauseous. At least, that’s usually the case. A little coffee like tonight, paired with Cecil’s company, didn’t hurt in the slightest. The conversation was much like Josh in this case: Dead and hard to get back. 

But it’d come around and the waitress was the start of the...better night. Josh rolled his head and gave a soft smile. He knew time was changing and slavery was--thankfully--an outdated practice in the states. His home country was another matter, but Cecil didn’t need to know. “It was, but it comes to show what progress and equality had come since then. Things would be different if slavery wasn’t abolished,” he added, hand gesturing to the window nearby. 

“It’s fortunate enough that we can meet one another and talk. Not as men, but human and vampire,” he smiled, pausing once the waitress came over. Cecil went first and then he did, “Americano, please.” he said. The waitress walked off with their orders to leave them back at square one. Joshua studied the man, namely the alluring quality of his smile and how delectable his lips were. A kiss would be nice, but Cecil’s presence was just as wonderful.

Joshua steepled his fingers together, rolling his head aside to gently smile at the architect. “Is there anything you have questions about? This nightlife doesn’t appear to be a common occurrence for you.” Not common enough. Joshua would help with that in due time. 

[illpcrish]

[illpcrish]

Oh now. He didn’t say that, but it’s easy enough to assume so. Joshua rose his shoulders and cocked his head aside, smile spreading on his handsome features. “Not at all. Even nonhumans can...savor it,” he hummed up to Dimitri. Club music going, crowd warming him up to pass Josh off as human, and Dimitri’s attention made for an interesting situation. 

The accent was one he adjusted to, in part to the influx of Russian and other European expats making their way to the states. Just like him, a person from another country. Russian, this time around. Joshua eyed the vamp, surveying his appearance aside from the abs. Good looker, but he knew enough to gauge Dimitri wasn’t the honest living kind of guy. Something about the city drew in the crooked and the demeaning. Which was Dimitri? 

“Rather than yours on mine,” he started, brown eyes sizing him up as a hand ventured to graze Dimitri’s side, “give me the reigns? Wine, beer, vodka...we can have a few drinks afterwards. My treat.”

[vaememes]

Send ’ 🎉 ’ to kiss my muse at midnight on New Years Eve.

Alternatively, send ’ 🎉 + diss ’ to turn away from my muse trying to kiss yours at midnight on New Years Eve.

[illpcrish]

Joshua has lived long enough to know life’s cycle. It’s ups and downs, endings and beginnings. Finding that rhythm only takes one hundred years, at least. It’s maddening to the immortal that try to break free from the clutches of consistency and normalcy, like Joshua. He settled in Cyanide for the unpredictable. It’s the wildcards that keep him ‘alive’ these days.

He smiled, nodding to the man. Ah, a nightlife was no doubt proliferating in Cyanide and he’s but one of a thousand, maybe million, of its occupants. “A nightlife that’s more of its own world than anything,” the vampire remarked, cocking his head aside at the question. Could he drink coffee? Once in a while it was fine, but he’d get nothing out of it like human blood. “It’s a little treat; It has no nutritional value like blood does,” he spoke to Cecil in a smooth voice, words delivered with little effort thanks to their proximity. 

The man’s heartbeat allured him, almost distracted Joshua from Cecil’s words. He brought himself together to hear it all and watch that hand run along his tempting, warm neck. Joshua’s smile twisted a tad, while he looked down to the menu in recollection. Ah, what ‘brought’ him here...? “I was dragged on a ship across the Atlantic and spent most of my human life as a slave. Cyanide’s the only place north enough for me not to worry about history catching up. Suffice to say, arriving here was of my own choice,” he waved a hand and met Cecil’s gaze, trying to lighten the mood. Slavery’s always a conversation killer. 

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