“BLOOD ON THE ALTAR.”
SYNOPSIS. You’re Sydney’s best friend. He loves you, but he can’t have you due to his faith. At least that’s what he thinks. However, Sydney is easily convinced otherwise. WC. 4.5k
CONTENT. SubBot!Sydney the Faithful x DomTop!Male Reader, taller and stronger reader, starts a little bit angsty, they’re best friends but have some sort of unrequited love going on, virginity loss, Sydney has a bit of a voice kink, religious (Christian specifically) references and themes, somewhat public sex (yall fuck in a secluded corner of the library), Sydney does not have a chastity belt or anything because I felt like it, might be ooc Syd, oral (char. giving), hair pulling, cumming untouched, anal (char. receiving), wall sex, a little tiny bit of masochism on Sydney’s part, mindfuck, no written aftercare but it does happen
AUTHOR’S NOTE. Yay! New fic! Yet another one I wrote whilst listening to music, Ethel Cain and Heathers this time. Sorry this took so long, I kept procrastinating plus it’s exam time. Enjoy!
Sydney glances at you as your fingers idly trace the rough pages of the book in your hands, a copy of Paradise Lost that’s been in the library for God knows how long. Your dulcet voice floated through the room whilst he was simply getting some things in order, making sure people had returned their books on time and in the right condition.
Finishing reading aloud the chapter you were currently on, you slid the book back onto the shelf it was retrieved from. Sydney continued typing on the computer, but he was distracted by your absentminded humming as you picked books at random to look at. Your fingers ran down the spine of the one you were currently holding, some sort of fantasy novel.
Sydney couldn’t help but notice that you always had a certain sort of grace to you. Not grace as in someone who was dainty or delicate, more so someone well versed in a practice. You walked with purpose whilst still looking enrapturing. You placed the book back in its proper place, looking back at Sydney. “Y’know, you’re staring.”
“Oh, yeah! Sorry, I was just distracted by your humming. You have a very beautiful voice.” He could feel a red glow rising on his cheeks. You radiated sin, and yet Sydney couldn’t help but be drawn to you. He wanted to say it was just a desire to purify you and bring you into the temple, but he knew well it was much more than that. You both had similar interests, and you would make for a good friend, a good partner, if only you were holy.
You were unfairly attractive, but Sydney wasn’t going to allow himself to just fall into a relationship like that. Especially not with someone who was as sinful as you were currently.
You laughed. Your voice was that of an angel whilst simultaneously being that of something so much more sacrilegious. “Thank you, Sydney. It’s not the first time you’ve said that though.” Your tone was laden with something. As to what it was, Sydney couldn’t quite tell. You were fairly apt at concealing your emotions, only expressing what you wished to.
You began walking towards the library counter, where Sydney was stationed. In turn, he attempted to seem busy, like he wasn’t so utterly focused on you. Your boots padded softly against the carpeted floor as you approached the counter.
You had a certain look in your gleaming eyes, but before Sydney could identify it, you spoke. “Tell me, Sydney.” you had said, tapping your fingers against the lacquered wood of the desk,“What do you actually think of me?”
“W-What?” Sydney was caught off guard by the nature of your question. He hoped the lighting in the library was dim enough to hide the evident blush on his face. Sure, he did think of you more than he should in a way he should definitely not be, but he didn’t think he was that obvious!
“You heard me.”
You leaned over the counter.
Your face was getting dangerously close to Sydney’s.
Your warm breath fanned over him.
The strangest part was… he felt no desire to push away when he definitely should have. His heart was pounding—he could hear his blood rushing—and his eyes darted around the room, looking for anything to focus on except for you.
“Sydney.”
“I can’t, M/N.” He wanted to kiss you so bad, to confess his affections and give in.
“I know.” You sighed. You sounded disappointed. He hated that. “What do I need to do?”
“Come to the Temple with me.”
“You know I don’t believe in that stuff.”
The room was silent, so much so you could hear the buzzing of the light fixtures overhead. Your synced breaths were the only sound coming from you two, but Sydney could hear his heart pounding. His vision was getting blurry with tears.
“I’m sorry, Sydney.” Why were you apologizing? He can’t expect you to meet his every expectation. He wanted so badly to, though. You looked at him with a sincerity in your eyes when you seemed so seductive not long ago
Sydney felt a crystalline tear slip down his cheek.
You gently wiped it away with your thumb.
He leaned in closer.
So did you.
Not before long, your foreheads were pressed together. Sydney’s glasses were pushing into his nose uncomfortably and fogging up slightly, but he didn’t care at this moment. Your limpid eyes were focused on him. His breath mixed with yours.
It felt like time had stood still in that moment. Your eyes flicked down to his lips. You sighed and pulled back, much to Sydney’s dismay. Is this not what you wanted? Were you not going to confess to him a moment ago?
“I can’t do this to you,” you had said. “I don’t want to do anything if I’m not going to end up with you. And I am well aware of how the Temple feels about purity.”
Sydney hurriedly walked around the counter. He came to a stop right in front of you. His hands were balled into tight fists at his side, his nails digging into the palms of his hands.
“I… If you want me, you can have me.”
Your eyes widened, you were clearly shocked. “Sydney, that’s… are you sure? Can’t you get punished for that?”
“Not in this situation, if you… fuck me. Just, please.”
You sighed, your eyes trailing off somewhere that you were thoughtfully considering your options. Meanwhile, Sydney was staring up at you, awaiting your answer. Only a moment ago were you so eager, and now you were going to think about it.
Your eyes met Sydney’s again, pretty and crystal clear. Oh, how he loved when those eyes were focused on him. You interrupted the silence that had settled between you two. Maybe it was only a few seconds that you were thinking, but it felt like hours had passed to Sydney. “Where’s the most private part of the library?”
“Here,” Sydney said, grabbing your hand and leading you to the most isolated area he could think of: a nook in the back corner with some math books, slightly hidden behind another shelf. He was so, so close to you, his hands resting on your chest. Your hands rested on his waist.
“I know it’s your first time, so we’re gonna go slow, okay?” You tilted his chin up, since it was a bit harder to see you now that you were so close together. He couldn’t stop thinking about your voice, that almost melodic cadence that could bring him to his knees.
“Okay…” Although Sydney appreciated that you wanted to be gentle with him, he’s heard you talk about what you’re into. He knew what you were capable of. However, his train of thought was cut short by another question.
“Can I kiss you?”
Sydney breathed in sharply, averting his eyes. “Yes.”
You immediately leaned down, your eyes fluttering closed, and pressed your lips to his, taking Sydney’s first kiss. You kissed slowly, tentatively, taking your time.
His eyes closed softly, giving way to the darkness behind his eyelids so he could focus on the feeling of your lips together.. Sydney returned the kiss and pushed his soft lips against yours.
After a moment of soft kissing, you pulled back. Sydney took a second to breathe, before his eyes met yours and you returned to kissing him. His arms moved to wrap around your neck as you began kissing him with more fervor and with less hesitation.
One of your arms wrapped around Syd’s waist, while the other trailed up to his hair. You tugged on the strawberry blonde locks, pulling out Sydney’s low ponytail and causing him to let out a small gasp. You took the opportunity to slip your tongue into his mouth as his silky hair suddenly fanned over his back.
You tasted like sin, and Sydney couldn’t help but want to partake in you. Your tongue ran over his, eliciting a small whine from him. Sydney’s head was spinning from just a kiss. Is this how it was supposed to feel? Was he supposed to be so enraptured that any thought escaped him in favor of focusing solely on the feeling of your soft lips against his?
Sydney was a quick learner. He cautiously reciprocated, his tongue sliding into your mouth. He could feel his slacks become a little too tight for comfort.
You pulled back, lust sparkling in your eyes. In a voice both breathy and seductive, you asked “So, what do you want to do first?”
That’s how Sydney ended up on his knees, eye level with your crotch, whilst you leaned on one of the bookshelves. His soft hands reached up to the zipper of your straining uniform pants and pulled it down hastily. He then grabbed onto the waistband of your pants and pulled them down too.
Sydney went wide eyed at the sight before him. Even through your boxers, he could tell you were big. His fingers slipped under the edge of your underwear, and tugged them down.
Sydney suddenly blushed cerise, only now realizing how real this was. Your half-hard dick was in front of his face and he was about to suck you off. However, your rich voice penetrated his line of thought.
“Earth to Sydney, you daydreaming down there?” Your hand crept down towards your own dick, stroking it to full hardness. Your hand then moved to Sydney’s chin, your deft fingers tilting his head up.
“No, just thinking…”
“Having second thoughts? You sound apprehensive.” And you sound concerned, he thought. Your thoughtfulness was not helping his current situation, as he was squeezing his thighs together to get some sort of friction on his (nearly painfully) hard cock. If you noticed, you didn’t say anything.
“No… just a little… I’ve never done this before?”
“Yeah, that’s why I’m here to guide you. Open your mouth.”
Sydney did as you asked, rose colored lips parting as your thumb pushed into his mouth. You traced against his teeth, before gently pressing down upon his tongue. He instinctively started sucking your thumb, looking up at you with those pretty amber eyes.
You removed your thumb from Syd’s mouth, and replaced it with your index and middle finger. Your fingers continued pressing on his tongue, slowly slipping further back into his throat. Sydney eyes widened as you hit his gag reflex.
Seeing Sydney’s reaction and realizing this, you pulled your fingers out of his mouth. “You alright?” He nodded his head. “Now don’t try to deepthroat me, it’s your first time. I don’t want you hurting yourself. Use your hands instead.”
You watched as Sydney took you into his hand, slipping your tip between his parted lips. He slowly took you in deeper, your dick resting heavy on his tongue. It was a bit of a foreign sensation, but not an unwelcome one.
Sydney slackened his jaw a bit, allowing him to glide more of you into his mouth. He was quickly adjusting to this, as he flattened his tongue against you which caused you to let out a low groan.
Your hand found purchase in Sydney’s strawberry blonde locks, as you guided him to begin bobbing his head. He followed dutifully, continuing even when your hand stopped guiding him. In fact, once you lightened your grip on his hair, Sydney began bobbing his head faster. He heard you mutter something along the lines of “Good boy, just like that.”
Recalling what you had said earlier, Sydney’s hand returned to where it was on your dick. He began stroking you in tandem with the movements of his head. A thunk sounded throughout the small corner you were in as you threw your head back in pleasure.
Sydney could feel the thrumming of your pulse through the veins on your cock, or maybe that was his own heartbeat pounding in his ears. A salty, almost bitter liquid was leaking from your tip.
The mushroom head of your dick was pushing at Sydney’s throat. He felt a desire to take you in even deeper, despite your previous warnings.
Sydney ultimately decided to take you in farther, even if it was against your original wishes. Once again, he’s overheard conversations you’ve had with others about what you like. He knew you liked guys who took everything you gave. Syd wanted to please you.
You slipped down Sydney’s throat relatively easily, though not without some struggle. He had to suppress himself from gagging, but the way your grip tightened on his hair and the groans you let out were worth it. He didn’t think you realized, until…
“Fuck, didn’t I tell you not to do that?” You didn’t sound mad. Instead, you sounded like you were somewhere in between concern and arousal. However, you weren’t complaining, so Sydney kept going.
Tears built up along Sydney’s waterline as he felt your cock deep in his throat. He had to pause for a second, pulling off a bit to catch his breath, before continuing to bob his head. However, from there, it didn’t take long for you to cum. Sydney felt your grip on his soft strawberry blonde hair tighten as you groaned,“Fuck, Syd, you’re doing so good. Fuck, I’m cumming.”
As warm, salty cum shot down Sydney’s throat, he felt a certain heat deep in his abdomen unfurling. He moaned around you as he experienced his own climax for the first time. Sydney pulled off, panting in an attempt to capture the breath he had lost. He hadn’t realized it until then, but his face was wet from his own salty tears. His hair was sticking to his skin and his glasses were fogged. His face was the picture of unrighteousness, of sin.
“Did you just cum untouched?” you said, chuckling gently.
He nodded his head silently, his face flushed with both embarrassment and arousal.
You smiled softly. “That’s okay. It’s your first time.” Your gentle hand glided from his hair to his chin, tilting Syd’s face up towards you. His amber eyes glistened with unshed tears through his glasses that were tilted at an odd angle. You fixed them for him before helping him up from where he was on the ground.
Your hands came to a resting point on Sydney’s waist as you kissed him softly, only a small peck. Once you pulled back, you said, “Do you want to keep going? We can stop if that was enough for you-”
“Yes, I do,” Sydney answered confidently, but his voice was a bit sore and shaky from what he had just done. His throat hurt and his pants were beginning to feel a little too tight for comfort once again, despite having just cum.
Your eyes met his, and a grin crept across your face. “Alright.” You moved suddenly, catching Sydney off guard switching your current positions. He was now pressed against the bookshelves, which were pressing quite uncomfortably into his back, and looking up at you.
Smug eyes ran unashamedly down Sydney’s body, which his school uniform was doing absolutely no favors. You seemed displeased by this, and quickly took to remedying it.
As Syd’s lips met yours in an unexpectedly fiery kiss, your hands lept to the edge of his blazer and all but ripped it off him. In Sydney’s mind, you only seemed to have one mission: completely dishevel him. And you were currently succeeding. Quite rapidly, too.
Pieces of both Sydney’s and your uniform ended up thrown against bookshelves and into nondescript corners until you were bare and Sydney was in his boxers. You pulled back to look down at him, admire him. A light flush crossed your face. This was the most he’s been unclothed in front of someone, other than those from the Temple.
The strawberry blonde instinctively moved to cover himself, his arms wrapping around his freckled body. A deep flush of cerise—from shame or embarrassment or quite possibly lust—coated Sydney’s cheeks and spread down his neck. His amber eyes shifted nervously, in an attempt to avoid your scrutinizing gaze.
“You’re sure you want to continue?” Worry riddled your dulcet voice. Your hand came up to Sydney’s face and tilted his head up so he wouldn’t look away. He blushed harder, definitely from shame this time. Your eyes gazed into his, with some soft emotion shining in them.
“Yes,” Sydney said firmly, and, hesitating slightly, dropped his arms from his lithe body, instead wrapping them around your neck. “I’m sorry, I’m just… a little nervous.”
“Hey, that’s okay, it’s normal for your first time. So you’re sure about this?” Your gentle words coaxed a wide smile from him.
“Yes.”
“Then, may I remove these?” You punctuated your words with the slow, gentle glide of your fingers, which were now just above the waistband of his already cum-soaked boxers. Sydney shivered in both delight and anticipation for what was to come. He nodded his head eagerly, nearly sighing in relief when you removed his underwear.
Once the dirty boxers were completely removed, you threw them somewhere in the nook like you had with the rest of your clothes. Sydney‘s blush somehow managed to deepen. His dick was pretty, already hard again and leaking pearlescent precum from the pink tip.
“You’re so beautiful, Syd. A shame the Temple tried to hide this.” Sydney muttered a meek thank you in response. The tips of your fingers traced his body, nails raking along his skin and leaving light bits of raised flesh in their wake. Sydney felt his heart flutter at the slight bit of stinging pain. It could almost be described as… pleasurable.
Your fingers eventually found their way to Sydney’s waist, then further down to his hips, then tracing down towards his erect cock. He moaned as your thumb ran over his slit, being the first time anyone has ever provided stimulation to his dick.
Sydney’s eyes shot up to meet yours, as they were previously distracted by watching your hands. You had a brazen grin on your face, clearly entertained by his reaction to your antics. The strawberry blonde let out another surprised moan as your hand wrapped around the girth of his dick, gently pumping it.
Sydney’s hands flew up to your shoulders, his oddly sharp nails digging into bare skin and muscle. Meanwhile, you were collecting the precum that dribbled from his tip and shimmered in the dim light of the library—so pretty, yet part of something so sinful. You coated your fingers in the warm liquid, whilst the other roughly and suddenly gripped his thigh, bringing it up to your hip. Your fingers trailed further down.
Sydney let out a soft gasp as he felt your fingers tracing his tight, puckered hole. He was clearly caught off guard, since he had been admiring your appearance for the past few moments.
“Ready?” Despite your expression being riddled with poorly concealed lust, your voice still managed to keep that same gentle, love-filled tone.
“Yes,” Sydney replied softly, but with confidence. He still felt a little nervous, but your calm tone and demeanor helped to soothe that.
Beginning with just one finger, you breached his rim. Sydney whined at the foreign but delicious sensation. Many nights had this scenario been the focal point of his late night dreams, but he always suppressed the thought as soon as he awoke because you were his friend and you weren’t part of the Temple.
Now, though, Sydney’s fantasy was becoming a reality. As you felt him loosen up a little, you inserted a second finger and performed a small scissoring motion. Even the little bit of stimulation led to Sydney arching his back and pressing his body against yours, spreading drops of precum on both of your stomachs.
This action only provided more stimulation, since Sydney’s dick was rubbing up against yours. Your groans mixed with his whines as you continued to finger him open. Your other hand was digging in his thighs hard enough to bruise.
Whilst still thrusting your fingers in and out of him, you took to attacking Sydney’s neck with your lips and teeth. Blood rushed to the surface of his skin, causing spots of purple and yellow to begin blooming on his neck. Spots he knew he wouldn’t be able to do much to cover, other than wear a turtleneck sweater.
Sydney let out a high moan as a third finger pushed into him. And when you found his prostate, Sydney’s back somehow arched more into yours. A string of moans continued to escape him as you targeted that spot, words like please and more escaping him. Your low chuckle against the strawberry blonde’s neck only caused him to shiver.
Sydney didn’t know this could feel this good, that you could make him feel this good. Your dick hasn’t even been in him yet, and he already feels like he’s surpassed Heaven. Your digits continued to push at his prostate as they were thrusted in and out of him.
Sydney felt a now-familiar knot building in his gut, a sign of an impending orgasm, but then you pulled back from his neck and removed your fingers from him. He whined as he felt that knot slipping away, due to the sudden lack of stimulation.
“Hey, you’ll be getting something much better soon, okay?” Sydney could barely hear your voice over the sound of his own heart pounding in his ears, but he nodded anyway.
Suddenly, Sydney found himself being picked up. The hand—that wasn’t already holding his leg up—picked up his other thigh effortlessly. Sydney gripped onto you in a panic as you wrapped his legs around your waist. His nails dug into you in an effort to calm himself, but he couldn’t say this new position wasn’t arousing.
The way you held the strawberry blonde, an obvious display of the strength you had over him, had his head reeling and his face blushing. Sydney wanted nothing more than for you to manhandle him. Of course, you most likely had only picked him up for easier access. Still, it couldn’t stop Sydney’s desires.
“I’m gonna push in now, okay?” Your voice somehow managed to break through the deep fog that was now Sydney’s brain. He nodded his head, silently but eagerly.
However, that silence was broken when the mushroom head of your dick pushed into Sydney. He let out a borderline pornographic moan and buried his nails deeper into the muscles of your back.
As you pushed in deeper, Sydney could feel salty tears building on his waterline. From pain or pleasure, he wasn’t sure. The stretch burned, but in a way Sydney couldn’t help but enjoy, because he knew you were filling him up in a way he wasn’t able to fathom before this moment.
Your fingers dug into his thighs, which only added to the muddled cocktail of pain and pleasure that Sydney was currently experiencing. He had abandoned all dignity and was currently relishing in the feeling of the bruises that you were giving him, marks showing that he was yours.
You bottomed out, now fully buried within Sydney. “Fuck, you’re still so tight,” you groaned out, obviously holding back the urge to completely and utterly ravage him. However, you held back, much to Sydney’s disappointment.
Sydney squirmed in your arms, still adjusting to the feeling of being so completely full. His bangs were sticking to his face and his glasses were fogged up, due to the sweat that was dripping from his skin and the heat building between the both of you.
“You ready?” you asked, with so much care in your voice that it almost seemed unfit for this setting, where Sydney just wanted you to throw caution to the wind and ruin him.
“Yes, please-“
Almost immediately, you pulled out and thrusted deep into Sydney. He was caught off by his own scream of pleasure, once again arching his back into you and throwing his head against the bookshelf behind him.
You began with a slow and steady pace, but that was already almost too much for Sydney. Each thrust had his glasses tilting and his head spinning. The tears building up in his eyes threatened to spill over, and he was panting in an attempt to catch his breath.
As you both gradually began to get more comfortable and speed up, Sydney could feel his mind slipping away. He was simultaneously trying to both squirm away and push himself further on your dick.
Sydney’s tip slapped his stomach each time your cock thrusted into him, spreading precum on his abdomen. The smell of sweat and profanity mixed with the preexisting scent of books that may not have been touched in years.
Tears began flowing heavily from Sydney’s eyes as he sobbed your name, begging for both more and less. He could feel you losing restraint. Your speed grew faster and Sydney’s moans grew louder.
The sound of your voice and the pause of your movements brought Sydney back down to Earth for a moment. “You’re doing so good for me, baby. I need you to be a little quieter though, okay? I don’t want anyone else hearing your beautiful voice. That’s all for me.”
Sydney practically shivered at your sudden possessiveness. The gentle tone of your voice contrasted the roughness of your thrusting not long ago. “Ok-ay…” He hiccuped mid-sentence, or rather mid-word, too fucked out of his mind to fully focus on speaking.
As you resumed thrusting into him, Sydney attempted to quiet himself. However, that was so difficult when you were making him feel so good with the perfect mix of roughness and reassurance. So good, in fact, that he never wanted this moment to end. If this is what the Temple was keeping from him—true unity with you, one of his best friends—then he wasn’t sure he wanted to be part of the Temple anymore.
Each thrust became progressively more erratic as you neared your own orgasm. You groaned, saying “I’m cumming.” Meanwhile, Sydney had already given up on silencing himself. He moaned and whined your name loudly, not caring if anyone could hear. In fact, Sydney was probably so thoroughly fucked that he couldn’t even think about anyone, anything, outside of this very moment. All there was now was he and you.
The mere thought of remaining with you the rest of eternity—especially in such a sinful way—had Sydney keening. He felt his own orgasm building up within him, his now flushed a deep red.
Sydney’s eyes screwed shut and he clenched tightly around you as his orgasm washed over him. Sticky cum squirted from his cock, over his stomach and chest and some even reached his chin.
As his muscles squeezed around your dick, you came deep inside Sydney. He relished in the feeling of your warm cum inside of him. The only thoughts in Sydney’s head were ones of love and lust for you.
You pulled out of Sydney, but still held him in your arms. You pressed a chaste kiss to his lips, and rested your foreheads together.
Is this how the first man felt, standing next to his beloved, his fated soulmate? Blood had been spilled now. This rib could not be replaced. Sydney might regret it later, but for now he was satisfied.
“Now we’re bound forever, r-right?”
“Yes, Sydney. Now we’re bound forever.”
