Warren glided through the doors of the soup kitchen and looked around, eyes glancing over the full, picnic-style tables filling the room with sounds of eating and laughter. His lips tugged up into a smile as he caught sight of the smiling faces of the people grouped at the far end of the serving bar; apparently, it was a successful fundraiser for the homeless shelter, and he stepped forward, starting to raise a hand to catch Priest’s attention.
“Pastor Sky, we couldn’t have done this without you!” a female voice declaimed before the owner of said voice threw herself at his Priest.
Warren stopped dead in his tracks, eyes narrowing, and aware of a growl deep in his throat. He dropped his hand and shoved it into his pocket, pausing only long enough to flip the hood of his winter jacket up before dropping back to lounge with studied casualness against the wall near where a group of donors were clustered.
Narrowed green eyes watched as Sky, laughing embarrassedly, untangled himself from the woman – whatever her name was, Warren couldn’t be bothered to remember at the moment – and patted her awkwardly on the shoulder. He was too far away to hear what was said, but he could fill it in… likely how he didn’t do all that much, how if they just had faith everything would work out, that it was everyone’s hard work that raised the funds.
Does he really not realize how people are drawn to him? Warren marveled briefly before his laser gaze focused back on the brunette inching closer to HIS PRIEST. Dimly, he realized the grinding noise was his teeth.
Calm the fuck down, Warren. He didn’t know you were coming, you thought you had that gig until eight. You two were supposed to meet up for coffee later. He’s just working and being polite. Warren took a deep breath through his nostrils as it occurred to him that he was far more upset then he should be at what was surely an innocent hug….
His demon mantle unfurled and Warren swore he could feel a smug ‘let’s just see about that’ sense from it before he got the sense of the room. No wrath but lust…. There was a strong crush bordering on love from that direction. And the mantle helpfully gave the image strongly in the mind – that of Sky, tall, broad-shouldered, deep auburn eyes glinting with gold specks as he smiled. At the same time, he saw the girl say something to Sky, and the tall man paused and nodded before he picked up her coat and held it for her to slip into before grabbing his and the two starting their goodbyes to the rest of the group.
Warren ignored the startled looks from the donors standing near him as he snarled loudly then whirled and slammed out of the building. He’d see about that.
Warren stormed into his hotel room and yanked open one of the bags of new clothing he’d bought at the nearby mall – most of which he hadn’t worn yet, after realizing that winning Priest would take more than the bad-boy gear that Warren tended to favor.
In the weeks they’ve had since then, Warren had stuck to his promise – toning down the invitation, the temptation, and focusing instead on getting to know Sky. Even last week, when they’d fallen into bed, Warren had been wearing plain jeans and a hoodie.
But now, he was looking for something else. He wanted that temptation, that invitation. He was going to show Sky just how much of a Sinner he could be. He tossed through the bags until he found the one he was looking for and held up the contents, lips curving into a smirk. Perfect.
It didn’t take long to find out where they’d gone. Strolling into the soup kitchen and charming the location out of a couple of the church ladies who’d stayed to clean up took barely five minutes and Warren was back on the street, his heavy motorcycle boots hitting the ground in a determined tread, the chain on his wallet jangling with every step, jealousy swirling in his stomach at the thought of what could have happened in the hour he’d been gone.
They weren’t far. A diner down the street, actually, that one of the church ladies had said they’d gone to for…. coffee. Curiosity had been rampant in their faces and he had no doubt they had started gossiping and speculating the minute he’d left; probably making bets on which one of the two he was after. Any other time the idea would have made a chuckle escape from him – but tonight, he was on a mission.
The diner was older and had seen better days, much like the rest of this neighborhood. That was the reason that Sky had been here, to raise funds for the homeless shelter and soup kitchen – funds didn’t flow into this type of neighborhood often, and the jealousy faded for a moment as he felt a gentle smile curve his mouth. It was just like Sky to find somewhere in need and then actually do something about it, unlike most people. It was one of the reasons that Warren was in love with him.
The thought that this was love didn’t scare Warren – not anymore. The years of dreaming of his Priest, of everything from the hot hands and mouths to the dreams when they just lay and talked quietly… that was when he’d fallen in love, and he’d long ago had time to come to terms with the idea. And seeing Sky, meeting him in person – that just solidified the feeling.
He stalked into the diner with a jingle of the bell above the door, and swept his gaze across the interior. It was five pm, not quite dinner time and too late for lunch, and there was only a handful of people. Spotting a waitress refilling the coffee cup of a man at the counter, Warren stalked forward, his gait a smooth rolling one that made his hips move in a way that he usually only used when Hunting.
“Excuse me.” He paused for the startled blink and long look down his form before the waitress set down the coffeepot and reached for a menu.
“Yes? Table for one, sir?” She said in a bright, cheery voice, and he sighed inwardly as his demon sat up and took notice, shoving it down without letting a hint of his inner thoughts show on his face.
He gave her a slight smile and shook his head at the hopefulness in her voice. “I’m looking for someone. There were two people here, sometime in the last hour? I’m looking for my friend – he’s tall, a little over six foot, dark hair, strong features, broad shoulders….” He paused as he caught the waitress looking a slight bit askance at him, and he chuckled, shaking his head. “He was here with a girl, about five-five, brown hair, dark pink coat?”
“Oh – the Pastor.” she nodded, putting the menu back with a bit of disappointment. “They left, just maybe ten minutes ago. Went down toward 10th,” she volunteered, gesturing in the direction opposite the soup kitchen. “There’s a taxi stand down there, opposite that club that opened up a few weeks ago.”
She acted like Warren would know the club she was talking of, and he nodded and tossed a ten on the counter with a quick ‘thanks’ before he spun on his heel and stalked out, heading in that direction. He knew that Sky wouldn’t be using a taxi, but it was in the right direction if he were planning on walking home.
The ‘club’ was apparently popular on this Friday night, as he noted multiple taxi cabs as he crossed 8th Avenue, and more people on the streets. What he didn’t see, however, was his quarry, and he frowned, a hint of uncertainty niggling at his gut. He’d taken a shortcut through an alley to try to get ahead of them if they were walking in the direction of Sky’s place. Sky had said that he wasn’t good with cars but… maybe….
The thoughts were cut off as he rounded a corner and stopped suddenly, sighting the familiar tall figure of his Priest ahead of him, talking to someone next to an idling cab.
Warren had been looking for his Priest everywhere for a long time, and he was attuned to him. There was no mistaking that profile that made his breath catch and his heart beat faster. As he watched, Sky leaned down to hug the woman from the soup kitchen, a kindly look on his face, before he straightened and helped her into a cab, shutting the door behind her. Whatever they’d been talking about, it had been serious, judging by the way that the woman clung to him then only reluctantly let go and stepped into the cab.
An approaching couple dressed for the club in leather and dyed hair gave Warren a wide berth on the sidewalk, casting startled glances at the snarl that contorted his face. He took a deep breath, and ignoring them, ran his hands through his hair and stepped backward, leaning into the shadows at the mouth of the alley, settling against the wall that thumped with dance music from the club as he watched.
Sky stood still for another moment, watching as the taxicab turned a corner and vanished from sight, before giving a heavy sigh and shaking his head. Stuffing his hands in his pockets, he turned and trudged down the street in the direction of Warren’s alley, oblivious to who was waiting there for him.
Warren waited until the taller man was even with the corner of the building before speaking, his voice low.
Sky was lost in his own thoughts as he absently wound through the club-goers, hunching his shoulders under his coat and against the cold night. He’d hated doing that, but he had to talk to her about her unfortunate crush on him… especially since the sermon after Advent hadn’t helped. He winced, remembering her tears when he’d told her about Warren, and that his ‘long-distance’ boyfriend was in town to stay.
At least… Sky hoped Sinner was here to stay. His lips curved into a giddy smile as he remembered last week, and how for the first time ever, he’d woken up next to his Sinner instead of in an empty bed.
As deep into his thoughts as he was, it startled him when that very same deep low voice he was thinking of said his nickname in that tone, the one that shot lightning down his spine straight to….
“Sinner,” he breathed, turning to face him before freezing, stunned.
The dark-haired man lounged in the shadows of the alley like it was designed for him, one shoulder casually propping him up against the building, arms crossed on his chest. He was wearing his ubiquitous leather biker jacket and boots, but from there….
Sky heard someone make a small whining noise and it took a second for him to realize it was himself.
From the skin-tight, black leather pants that looked painted on, to the multiple layered metal and studded leather belts slung low on his hips, to the tailored, dark blood-red shirt that clung to the planes of his chest like it was custom-made for him, Warren was dressed like the imagery in his darkest, most secret dreams.
“S-Sinner,” he said again, his voice a couple of octaves lower than usual. Priest cleared his throat and tried again. “I-I thought you w-were… w-working?”
“Working.” Sinner felt his lips curve slowly, sensually, into a half-smirk. “I… got off earlier. The question is….”
He moved, lashing out quickly, grabbing the taller man and bodily pulling him forward to shove him into the shadows of the mouth of the alley and swiftly followed to pin Sky to the wall with his own weight. In the blink of an eye, they were pressed intimately together, their mouths barely an inch apart and breath mingling.
Sky’s shoulders hit the wall and his breath whooshed out of him, taken by surprise by the swiftness of the action. The very next second, having Sinner pressed so close to him, had him groaning and his hands came up to clutch blindly at Warren’s jacket, feeling his body react at the forcefulness.
“W-what? I-I d-don’t….” he shook his head, at a loss for words, pupils blown wide with sudden need as he stared into that green gaze. Sinner rolled his hips, grinding them together, and Priest moaned, letting his head fall back as the fire that was always between them suddenly rolled to an inferno, a cold trickle going down his spine quickly overwhelmed with the heat that shot straight to between his legs.
“You didn’t,” Sinner breathed, lips barely brushing over Sky’s bared neck. “You….”
Whatever he was about to say trailed off as he shifted, and Sky gasped at the feel the hard length of Sinner’s cock press against his own.
Warren made a low noise deep in his throat as he breathed in Sky’s scent again, that intoxicating mix of honey and spice and purely masculine musk filling him, untainted with any feminine scent. He growled as Priest’s lust leapt in time with the hard length pressing so intimately against his own, and Warren shoved the demon mantle down as it stirred. MINE, he snarled internally, thoughts swept away on a wave of need for the man pressed against him.
Turning his attention fully back to Priest, he chuckled darkly at the barely-worded question. “I might have jumped to conclusions just now.” He nuzzled into Priest’s neck, his hands shifting to stroke over the taller man’s hips. “Damn, you smell so fucking good,” he breathed, scraping his teeth against skin. “And you feel even better, pressed against me like this~” He nipped Sky’s neck, teeth leaving a light impression, before lifting his head to meet those dark eyes.
“You like this~” Warren murmured, slightly surprised at the lust scenting the air around them, at the hard length pressed into his pelvis. A smirk flickered over Sinner’s mouth as this knowledge sunk in.
He leaned forward, pressing their chests together until he was sure Priest could feel every breath. His hands roamed upward, slipping easily under the coat Priest wore as they danced along his sides. Sinner gave a long and deliberate lick along the shell of Priest’s ear, the tip of his tongue tickling the delicate skin.
“Is it the being in public~?” He purred before leaning back, practically feeling the wave of arousal that shot through the taller man at the words and actions. His right hand on Sky’s abs turned, and he slowly slipped it downward. “Or maybe it’s being ordered~? And knowing that I’m right here….” Warren brushed his lips across Sky’s gently, teasingly, before taking his lower lip between his teeth in a nip as his hand reached Sky’s waistband and his fingertips slipped under.
Priest moaned and writhed between him and the wall and Sinner groaned at the exquisite movements. He shifted and slipped one of his knees between Priest’s legs, bringing it up to rest against the hard length of his cock while he straddled Priest’s leg and rolled his own hips forward.
“Oh, I like this~” he purred as he ground against Priest’s thigh, his left hand slipping around to Sky’s back while his right deftly undid the clasp and zipper of Priest’s slacks and slipped further downward.
“S-sinner….” Sky whined, his head tossing from side to side, his hands clinging to Warren’s jacket like a lifeline.
“Say that again,” Sinner purred, his hand curving and stroking across the hard length under his fingers before encircling his width. His own breathing was faster, he was so hard he ached. “I fucking love hearing that tone in your voice, the one that says you’re losing yourself to the sensations, to me.”
Warren paused and clenched his jaw as the fading echo of jealousy swept through him before fading away. He brought his mouth close to Sky’s ear, teeth catching the lobe lightly before he whispered, “I’ve always loved it in our dreams, too, but now I want to hear my name. Say it, Sky. Say my name.”
The taller man let out a groan that came from deep in his throat. His eyes were shut before he suddenly realized that meant he was missing seeing Warren’s expression and they snapped open and focused on green glittering beneath half-lidded eyes and the half-smirk. He licked lips gone dry and made a strangled noise as Sinner’s hand tightened around the base of his cock.
“….W-warren,” he moaned, rolling his hips and pushing into Warren’s hand, breathless. His hands clenched the leather jacket as he tried to anchor himself against the sensations.
“Yesss,” the dark-haired man hissed. “Just like that~”
Sky bit his lip and realized that, for once, his collar wasn’t choking him with the reminder of duty. The thought, however, was a brief blip on his mind before the movements of Warren’s body and hand made him bite harder down on his lower lip to stifle the noises crawling up his throat, all too conscious of their exposed position.
“Oh, none of that~” Warren purred at the attempt to stifle noises. He smirked, and licked his lips, long and slow. The way that Sky had moaned his name… it flat out did it for him and it was obvious Sky was already near the edge. And Warren… he wanted more. He withdrew his right hand with a final caress along Sky’s length, index finger deftly stroking along the slit at the head, smirking at the strangled noise and jerk of hips Sky made.
“We’re deep in the shadows~” he purred, bringing his fingers up to his own lips. Locking eyes with Sky, he slowly flicked his tongue out to taste the dampness of pre-cum on his index finger, making a low noise deep in his throat at the taste.
“I fucking want you,” he purred, tone dark and heavy. “I want you to arch against this wall, I want to see your face go slack with pleasure that I bring you. I’m the best you’ll ever fucking find,” he murmured, knowing the words were darker and rougher than he’d used with Priest before, and the other man’s moan confirming Warren’s guess that Sky would like it.
Warren spat in his hand and slipped it back under the band of Sky’s boxers, hand curving around to slick up his length before cupping him. His head dipped to Sky’s jawline, leaving small love bites along it as his hand moved, firmly enclosing his Priest.
“W-warr--!” Sky cried out, the word choked off as Warren growled and slammed his lips to Sky’s, tongue demanding as it swept past Sky’s lips. The song behind the wall turned to a faster one, with a deep bass line, and Warren growled into Sky’s mouth, catching the rhythm, his hips and hand both moving and grinding in time with the song’s beat as he pressed against Sky.
Sky’s head swam, his hands moving frantically, slipping under Warren’s jacket and stroking across the silk of his shirt to grasp at him. He opened willingly under the harsh kiss, moaning as he desperately drank down Warren’s unique taste, hips jerking and thrusting into Warren’s hand.
He needed. Needed Warren and while he wanted to know why now, why here, what was the sentence he’d cut off earlier… right now he just wanted what Warren was offering. Needed it.
Warren broke the kiss and Sky felt the loss immediately, a whine slipping from his parted lips and he pulled at Warren’s shirt, wishing it was bare skin under his hands. “W-Warren… need….”
He dropped his head back against the wall of the alley with a moan, clenching Warren’s shirt in his fists, back arching as pleasure shot down his spine as Warren continued to move against him.
Warren made a low noise deep in his throat as Sky arched against him, the hard length in his hand pulsing as his Priest trembled on the very cusp. Warren’s hips jerked forward to grind against Sky’s thigh at the sight, at the sensations against his body and hand both, and he bit his lower lip and tightened his muscles to hold himself back.
“I know what you need~” he purred against those tempting lips, and twisted his hand as he stroked up Sky’s length, fingers catching under the head, before stroking downward to do it again.
A bolt of lightning shot down Sky’s spine at the motion of Warren’s hand and settled at the base of his length, another following it as Warren repeated the motion again, then again, perfectly in time with the thumping bass vibrating through the wall and his body.
It was enough to push him over the edge and he had just enough time to gasp Warren’s name before he exploded, pleasure coming in waves as he moved, thrusting into that hand and his shouts strangled in his throat and in Warren’s mouth against his, heedless of his surroundings as he spilled into Warren’s hand.
After what seemed like forever, Sky slumped against the wall, head spinning and chest heaving with the need for air. He glanced down, embarrassment starting as Warren removed his hand with a final long stroke, before Sky looked back up to those eyes slitted smugly so only a hint of green glittered beneath the lids.
Warren had pulled back enough to watch Sky’s face go slack with pleasure, watching as it transformed as the orgasm hit, the sight nearly enough to take him over the edge with Sky and only Warren’s own willpower preventing himself from toppling as well. He curled his hand to catch the evidence of pleasure in his palm, mashing his mouth to Sky’s in a devouring kiss, drinking down the shout Sky was trying to hold back.
He broke the kiss with a low pleased noise when Sky slumped back against the wall, both their chests heaving. He released Sky with a final stroke, left hand still holding him close over his thigh while his right came up to his lips, knowing Sky’s gaze was following the movement, cheeks flushed.
Warren parted his lips, tongue flicking out to taste, taking a long slow stroke along his palm to catch the milky white streams on his palm. “Exquisite~” he purred, eyes closing like he was tasting the finest wine, but still noticing how Sky bit his lower lip and flushed, dark hypnotic eyes focused on Warren’s every movement.
He fetched a handkerchief from his jacket pocket and cleaned Sky before re-fastening his slacks and then cleaning his own hand, green eyes never leaving dark. Tossing the handkerchief aside, he linked his arm around Sky’s waist possessively and tugged him close, straightening his clothes as he did so.
“You’re so beautiful,” he breathed, placing a kiss gently on Sky’s forehead, grinning at the flags of colors high on Sky’s cheeks. “Home,” he stated, pulling Sky out onto the sidewalk, and in the direction of Sky’s apartment.
“H-home?” Priest raised an eyebrow, glancing downward and took a deep breath at the firm outline obvious in Sinner’s tight leather pants.
“Home.” Warren nodded, lips still curved into a pleased smirk, voice a low purr that held love, desire, and a dark promise. “Because I’m not done with you yet~”
