#p:stephen

[jarpadofslc]

Bros & Brews || Amell & Jarpad

Jared hadn't asked a lot of questions but he got the impression this wasn't just a booty call! Stephen was pretty pissed about something and he had no idea what, but he was likely about to find out. He grabbed a hat and pulled it on as he headed out to his truck. Making a stop at the first liquor store he passed to stock up on beer, he made his way over to Stephen's, giving a thump on the door with his fist when he arrived.

[ethersrylan]

Master's Den | Rylan & Stephen

Throughout the penthouse all you could hear was sensual music and the sound of a very angry dominant. Rylan paced back and forward practically yelling through the small bluetooth headset. He just left a meeting with the potential donator's. It wasn't like the club needed the money but its always good to have money to the side for a raining day. Checking his watch the time displayed 7:58 , he knew he had only a little time ,before his kitten arrived. While he was on the phone going back and forward with the donors he laid out the toys he was going to use for the night onto the bed. Rylan was dressed to impress -- Still wearing the darker than black Armani suit that did nothing but enhanced his mysterious looks. His white button down polo was undone down three or four buttons to where you had a perfect view of his tone , tanned chest. Upon hearing the doorbell ringing, Rylan snatched the earpiece out his ear and laid it on the table that was near the door. Opening it up he was greeted with the guest of honor. Already stilled riled up from earlier Rylan snatched Stephen in and closed the door behind him. Pushing Stephen against the wall Rylan lips connected with his. Forcing his tongue through his kittens mouth he explored his carven. To stimulate the make-out more he picked him up , wrapping the boy's legs around his waist , grinding up against the younger man roughly. Rylan only pulled away to say "Welcome to the masters den "

[summer--hollidell]

Hallowed Ground || Summer and Stephen

To say she was intrigued was an understatement. Never had a human – a priest at that – held such a reputation amongst the Supernatural community as this man; Father Stephen Freeman. Summer had heard of his family throughout the years, a frightened whisper on the lips of the vampires she had encountered, but she had given it barely a passing thought – until now. Rumours had begun to swirl. The priest’s quarry had changed, his list of targets no longer consisted strictly of blood-suckers. All of the Supernatural world was now fair game. No one was safe. There was even talk that Father Stephen had taken a consort, a pretty little thing no doubt. But Summer had never been one to put much faith in such talk. She intended to find the truth for herself. It was this hunger that had led her to trespass on hallowed ground.

The church rose before her, a crude crucifix looming down from the building’s steeple-crowned roof. Beneath her feet, the ground pulsed with an unnatural holiness. Summer hissed through her teeth as the sensation radiated up through her legs. The feeling was far from painful, it just held and unwelcome purity. Steeling her resolve, the girl moved forward. A gloved hand settled upon the handle, pulling the door ajar just enough for Summer’s lithe frame to slip through.

The building’s interior was candle-lit, the flickering flames causing the shadows to dance along the walls. The front of the room was dominated by a large altar, pews running in strict lines from there to the back of the room. Hidden beyond the fields of her immediate view were smaller cloisters and antechambers. All would be explored at her leisure. Whether Father Stephen could be found within one of these rooms remained unknown; regardless, there were bound to be others – a nun perhaps, or another priest – and if they proved useless (or even if they didn’t), Summer would enjoy indulging in a little sacrilege.

Pulling back the hood of her cloak, Summer moved lightly through the church, a hand trailing lazily along the tops of the pews as she passed them. As she reached the altar, the young girl’s head cocked to the side, her lips thinning as she regarded the cross that rested there.

“I never did understand the fuss” Summer mused aloud, fingers hovering just above the holy symbol.