Brian drank lazily from John's neck, not furiously like he had when he claimed his boys a few weeks ago. No, this was a light snack before morning mass. John hummed sleepily against his Sire's shoulder, his naked body enjoying the warmth of Brian.

A minute later, Roger came bounding in, dressed in his altar boy uniform. 

"People have started to arrive according to Freddie, Bri.", he said, looking at them. He sidled up once Brian removed his fangs and took a small drink from John, who wrapped his arms around Roger.

Brian nodded, getting up and pulling on his robe.

"Are there any good options out there?", he asked Roger. Tonight would be the first night his boys killed. In the past, he had caught and made the initial bite, then let his boys drink.

"Mmm, there's a few. There's a fairly large guy in the third row, he's sitting alone.", the boy said, kissing John's neck until it stopped bleeding. "You'll have to ask Freddie, he can see a lot where the choir is."

"I'll see about him when I go. Speaking of which, my sweet, shouldn't you be getting in place? You had your drink from our little one.", Brian said, gathering his sermon notes.

The blond grinned sheepishly, kissing John lightly before running out of the room.

Brian chuckled, rolling his eyes at the altar boy's antics. He kissed John on the forehead. "I'll be back soon, little one."

John nodded, curling up in the blanket he'd brought as Brian left for his service.

During the service, he looked around the congregation for someone who might be fresh blood. As sweet as his boys were, they all needed a change. He saw the man Roger had mentioned, and right about now he was looking like a good option.

When the guest speaker rose to talk, Brian took his place by Roger and nodded to him. It meant Roger would stand at the door at the end of service and try and hold the man back until Brian could get them away without anyone noticing.

The rest of the sermon went well, Brian was pleased that people were still invested in his talks. 

That and nobody expected a thing.

At the end of the ceremony, Roger roped the man into conversation while Freddie was able to convince people to wait outside before he slammed the doors shut and locked them.

The oldest ran up the aisle to Brian at the altar just as John was emerging from the shadows of the side office, his naked body looking delicious. Brian opened his arms for his boys as Roger made his way up the aisle, holding the man tightly. 

Brian moved to the side of the room, pulling out some chloroform to ease the man into unconsciousness. He turned around to find his pets had pinned the man to the altar and Freddie had a hand over his mouth.

All three of his boys' eyes were dilated well to the point that their eyes were black and he could clearly see their fangs peeking out from their lips.

"Master, please can I?", Freddie whispered in awe, his eyes never leaving the man's face.

"Hush, my sweet. Soon.", Brian said, wetting a cloth with the chloroform. "You ought to make sure he's a bit more comfortable."

Freddie and Roger hoisted the man's full body into the altar and Brian handed John the cloth, pleasantly aroused as he watched his little one put the man to sleep.

John did it with care but with no mercy. Brian was always pleased when his fiery streak came out. The brown-haired boy had held the cloth tightly to the man's face and watched with an awe-like expression, a small grin on his face.

Freddie turned, his eyes flashing when Brian nodded to him, sinking his fangs into the man's neck. He moaned loudly as he got his first taste of blood. Brian laid a hand on the back of his head, holding the oldest in place as he motioned for Roger to take a bite on the other side.

He knew his brides didn't need as much as he did, so he decided to let them drink their fill before he finished the man. Brian motioned for John to come to his side. 

The youngest's eyes shone in their darkness as he wrapped himself around his Sire. Brian tilted his head as he hoisted John up into his arms. He felt his little one wrap his legs around his waist and bury his face in his shoulder.

He sat them down on one of the chairs behind the altar to watch the other boys drink. John dexterously opened Brian's button down shirt, leaning down to kiss and nuzzle his chest.

The old vampire stroked the younger's hair for a few moments before picking him up again and pulling Freddie off the man so John could have his fill.

Freddie stood back, blood dripping down his chin, watching the scene with evident excitement until Brian pulled him against his chest. He purred leaning back and tilting his head against his Sire's shoulder.

"No, my sweet. I'll be full soon.", Brian cooed, stroking his exposed neck with his thumb. His other hand tugged up on Freddie's choral outfit, sliding his hand along the boy's outer thigh and hip as he lapped at the trail of blood on Freddie's chin. He couldn't resist a taste.

To Brian, watching his boys drink their first kill made them look like angels in a Renaissance painting. They looked graceful and holy in their robes and nudity as they took what they needed. What they deserved.

Brian moved, tugging Roger off the man and delivering him to Freddie's arms, who kissed him heatedly. He stroked John's hair as the young one looked up at him with wide eyes.

John pulled off after another few seconds, watching Brian as he let himself be folded into the arms of his friends. Brian licked his lips as he took in the sight of his boys sitting in the shadows.

He bit harshly into where Roger's mouth had been previously, hungrily drinking from the unconscious man. He heard the boys shifting and moaning softly. He purred softly because that was all he wanted his little sex-hungry nymphs to do, bring each other pleasure forever.

When he stole a look at his boys, Freddie was being serviced by Roger, who was suckling on the head of his cock and John was kissing at his neck and shoulders, his sex brushing the choir boy's robe, trailing precum onto the fabric.

Once he had sucked the last drop out of the man, he straightened up again, walking around the altar to gather Freddie in his arms. Brian sat the boy on his lap so that he was facing him.

The old vampire tilted his head, moving his hair out of the way for his pet. He noticed Freddie's hesitation. The black-haired boy looked at his neck with lustful eyes, but he could see his worry. Brian smiled, guiding his head to his neck. 

"Bite.", he said. Freddie groaned, sinking his teeth into his Sire's neck and drinking hungrily. The blond sat next to them and Brian placed his free hand on his thigh as John kneeled in front of the other boy, caressing his sex with teasing fingers.

He nursed the choir boy as his hand joined his little one's on the blond's cock. His youngsters were insatiable, and he wouldn't have them any other way.

Roger's hand tangled into John's long hair as he tossed his head back in pleasure, thrusting into the hands around him. He bit his lip and when Brian thumbed over the head of his cock, he let his release flow over their hands.

Brian pulled his hand away and licked up Roger's pleasure as John cleaned his sex gently to bring the blond down. The old vampire detached Freddie from his neck, pulling Roger into his lap.

He guided the altar boy's head to the fresh wound Freddie had left. John had plonked himself into Freddie's lap to kiss him deeply, licking any traces of their Sire's blood from his lips.

The blond purred as Brian's blood flowed on his tongue. He pulled off for a second to lick up the blood trailing down Brian's chest before sinking his teeth back into his neck. The old vampire stroked his hair gently as he fed.

Freddie teased John by grazing his neck with his fangs, leaving little nicks but never fully breaking the skin. They looked teasingly delightful.

"Good, my princes...", Brian praised. Roger pulled away, satisfied and leaving small kisses on Brian's wound. John slid into his place, gently pushing his fangs into the older's neck, rolling his hips against the older.

The ancient one let his little one feed and rut as he stroked Freddie's hair. The choir boy leaned into his touch as he played with his friend's hair. Roger scooted up to sit in Freddie's lap and started to braid the dark hair. Brian closed his eyes and smiled at the feeling of being surrounded by his pets. He felt John shake in his lap and warm liquid hit his chest.

He was extremely proud of them for completing their first kill, and so young too. He didn't realize John had stopped drinking until the little one's head fell against his neck and he heard a soft snore.

Brian cooed softly, passing the little one to Roger, who'd managed to put a small braid in Freddie's hair.

"I think it's time for a nap, my sweets. I'm so proud of you.", he said, guiding them back to his chamber to bed.

Freddie beamed at the praise and Roger stuck his tongue out playfully.

He watched them cuddle together before he went and disposed of the body on the altar.

He walked silently back to the room to observe his youngsters. Freddie had Roger cuddled into one side and John laying on his chest.

Brian cooed softly, crawling into the bed with his boys and holding them close to his chest.