Warning: Homophobic language

Two weeks passed, and Freddie was not anywhere better. Brian had taken him mercilessly more than once over that time, and the boy knew he needed it. Giving control up to his Sire had allowed him to come to terms with himself.

He pulled John into the church's confession booth, which was oddly fitting for the vocalist's situation.

"I can't get over him.", he groaned, burying his face in his hands. John chuckled quietly. He thought it was a bit funny how absolutely whipped the older was for the human boy.

"I can tell.", he said, playing lightly with his friend's tunic.

"I know Brian claimed me, and I know I can't reveal us, but it's so hard.", he whined. He wasn't used to inner conflict like this. Usually, he would do what he wanted and take the consequences from the old vampire, but since the night of their bond, he had been trying his hardest to not let Brian down. He still pushed his boundaries, but was careful not to catch the full rage of his Sire.

"He is cute, but I think he wouldn't be like us. He seems to like to be alone a lot, and he seems pretty shy.", John observed.

"Well, if I recall, that was essentially you.", Freddie said, his eyes flashing teasingly.

"I just mean he seems to be going through a lot right now."

"Fuck, I forgot about that.", the older groaned, remembering what he had said to the human. "I can't show my face around him again. I'm quitting the choir and I'm staying in Brian's office forever."

"You can't do that. Brian will make sure you stay in the choir.", the younger pointed out. The choir boy groaned.

"Why has this become my life?"

John just grinned, pulling Freddie back out of the room and down to their own. He pinned the older to the wall, biting his neck and drinking from him. The black-haired boy didn't know why but it pulled him out of his head and he could feel himself losing his last piece of humanity. After a few moments, he gently pulled his friend off, kissing his lips clean before running to find his Sire.

He found the old vampire at the altar, cleaning and rearranging for the next day's service. The boy stood back, waiting for acknowledgment from Brian. The old vampire turned after a minute, his eyes falling on his vocalist.

"Yes, my prince?", he asked. The younger lifted his gaze to Brian. He knew his eyes must be almost or fully dilated and could feel his fangs already bared. He resisted the urge to drop to his knees in his spot.

"Master. I need to worship you.", Freddie said, pushing the words out before he thought too much of them. He watched with electricity in his veins as his Sire's eyes darkened at his dark tone. The boy had decided he owed the older vampire a showing of his devotion.

"Come, then.", the taller of the two offered, gesturing to the hall that would lead to their room. The old vampire wondered what brought his prince to him with such words at this moment.

John was in the room, but when he saw their expressions, he immediately scampered out of the room to find Roger. Brian closed the door behind him, locking it so he and his prince would not be disturbed during their intimate rituals.

Because that's what it was.

To them, to Brian and his little ones, sex was a ritual, the purest worship on Earth. Even fast-paced and rough, it was something that was so completely wholesome, devoting complete attention to the other bodies in the room. Taking care and caution to bring pleasure to the others, that should never be interrupted.

The ancient one stripped his clothes off before he lay on the bed. His bride stood still for a second before following and stripping. However, Freddie didn't move any closer to his Sire.

"Master. I need to worship you.", he repeated in a whisper.

"Come here, my prince. You have free reign to do as you please.", the older one said, reaching an arm towards him.

That was it.

That was all it took for the vocalist to straddle him, kissing him hungrily. The curly-haired vampire responded in turn, tangling a hand in the boy's hair and pressing closer. He pushed his tongue into his boy's mouth, feeling his fangs poke out.

The smaller vampire pulled away to sink his teeth into his master's neck, drinking like it was the first blood he had tasted in years. He savored each drop of blood, swiping his tongue over his wound. The boy's light fingers trailed over the older's shoulders and chest reverently.

Brian cooed softly when Freddie pulled off his neck. His hair was mussed and he was panting lightly, blood dripping down his face. His Sire found it endearing that he was a messy eater and wiped away the actively running trickle on his chin. This caused the vocalist to feel a large swell of devotion blossom in his chest.

The boy nuzzled his way down the other's body, kissing his master's nipples before sitting up and taking one of his arms and trailing his tongue up to his wrist before kissing the large palm that came to caress his cheek.

The smaller vampire turned his face into the warm hand before trailing his lips up to suckle on Brian's index and middle fingers. Once he was sure they were wet, he guided Brian's fingers down to his hole, where he sank back on them.

Freddie rocked himself on his Sire's fingers, feeling overwhelmed with raw emotion. He went back to lovingly suckling his nipples, almost whimpering when Brian's hand cupped the back of his head.

The whole town thought they were devoted, and devoted they were. But not to what everyone thought they were.

The choir boy pulled the elder's hand out of him, softly whining at the loss, but almost immediately sinking himself onto his cock. Brian's hand came to gently but firmly rest on his prince's hip, guiding him. Freddie teased his Sire's nipples by nicking them with his fangs. He smirked to himself when he heard the hiss in response.

"Master, I am yours. Yours to do with as you please. I'm Roger's and John's, I belong to all of you. You're our Sire and you take such good care of me, of us. You claimed me, Master, and I'm forever yours.", he whispered breathlessly as he rode the older vampire. Almost too quiet for Brian to hear, almost.

The boy peppered kisses down his chest, holding onto his arms as a brace. The old vampire rolled his hips up to help his prince along. Freddie bit his lip in bliss as he countered Brian's movements.

Brian purred softly, stroking his boy's hair. He moved his hand from Freddie's hip to gently caress his sex.

"I know you are, my sweet. I know.", he said, reassuringly. He rolled them over, gently pushing his boy into the bed, gently thrusting into him. The smaller vampire whimpered, searching for a kiss that his Sire gave to him.

Freddie came with a gasp against the older's lips, euphoria and lust washing over him. Brian kept his pace until he finished inside his boy, bringing his vocalist back into a kiss. The old vampire pulled away to run two fingers through the cum on the younger's chest. He brought it up to the black-haired boy's mouth.

Freddie greedily suckled on his fingers, holding his wrist steady. Brian was pleased with how dark Freddie's eyes had become. He looked deliciously filthy, yet holy.

The boy moved his wrist to scoop up more cum before suckling on his fingers again. The old vampire cooed softly, stroking his hair. Once Freddie dropped his hand, looking blissful, Brian got up to clean his boy up, coming back with a damp cloth.

He dropped a kiss on his forehead before leaving his prince to rest. The old vampire got dressed and unlocked the door for his other nymphs to enter.

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John found Roger and Jim sitting in front of the altar, with a large pile of flowers in front of them. He sat next to the blond and watched them. Jim was making different flower arrangements and Roger was weaving another flower crown.

"Do you think the blue or the red bunch would be better for the sides? I'll do the other color at the entrance.", he asked the other boys after a while.

"Um. I think blue for the sides?", John said, shyly. He still wasn't very good around outsiders, but he trusted Freddie. He saw a lot of himself in Jim's personality, in actuality.

"I agree.", the blond chimed in, weaving another flower into his crown. Jim smiled.

"Maybe I'll put some yellow and orange in with the red.", the human muttered to himself, fishing some of each color out of the pile.

John pulled some flowers from the pile, starting to make some of his own arrangements, getting lost in time. He made a small one for each member of their clan. His own was light blues and purples, Freddie's was yellow, Roger's was oranges and yellows. The one he made for his Sire was reds and purples. Even though Jim wasn't an official part of them, he still made one for the human boy. He made his out of yellows and light purples.

About a quarter of an hour later, Jim took the two blue arrangements to some vases he had taken out from the closet in the hallway. John picked up the bunches the boy had deemed for the entrance and grabbed the string they had been using to tie off the flowers.

The brown-haired boy hung the flowers on the sides of the doorway, making sure they hung relatively evenly. He turned around to see Jim placing an arrangement on each windowsill. The boy smiled at him.

They ended up back at their pile of flowers. Jim started making an altar arrangement out of their remaining flowers when Roger placed the flower crown he'd finished on his head. The human blushed softly, a small smile on his face.

The doors of the church slammed open and three large men stomped in, one holding a bat. Roger and John were instantly alert, standing in front of Jim when the boy whimpered.

"There he is, the little faggot.", the one with the bat said. The other men started up the aisle.

That was all it took. Protect.

"BRIAN!", Roger shouted, his fangs growing. Jim was surprised at the lungs on him, but he scooted back against the altar in defense.

John snuck out of the way to grab a Bible. Standing on a pew, he brought the book down hard on one man's head before sinking his fangs into his neck.

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Brian heard his name echo with urgency and he ran out to the congregation area in time to watch John get thrown back into a pew by the man he had been on. There was a loud crack, indicating John's head hitting wood. That was enough.

He saw Roger with his fangs bared at the men, fear and rage in his eyes, and Jim curled against the altar with tears in his eyes.

That was enough. Protect Jim. Protect John. Protect Roger. Raise hell.

Brian let his humanity fall away. He walked up to the man closest to him. When the man turned to face him, he hissed, grabbed his neck and kept turning it until he heard a snap. He let the body drop, grabbing the man with the bat as the unknown gripped Roger's arm hard enough to bruise.

He wrenched the bat from the man's hand, bringing it up to smash the man in the back of the head. The old vampire pushed him to the side as he passed out.

The last man had the decency to look afraid, holding his hands up in defense. No mercy.

Brian noticed the bite mark on his neck and he felt another surge of pure rage. John had tried to fight back.

He sunk his fangs back into the man's neck, not bothering to cover the man's mouth as he screamed. The old vampire drank from him for a while, the man's screams being absolute music to his ears. After a few moments, Brian's eyes fell on John's body in the foot area of the pew and he pulled away, making quick work of snapping the man's neck.

The old vampire picked John up. He could see his little one's chest rise and fall as he pulled the brown-haired boy into his lap, wrapping his arms protectively around him. He sat against the pew with John in his arms, stroking his hair softly.

He spared a look back at the altar. He hadn't realized it, but Freddie had arrived and had his arms around Jim and Roger, attempting to soothe them. Roger was drinking from Freddie, hands clutching desperately at his shoulders and neck, but Jim seemed to not be bothered by it at the moment.

John whimpered softly and Brian looked back down at him, stroking his hair slowly.

"Shh, don't speak, my prince. You're safe. You were so brave, my sweet, and I'm so proud of you.", he cooed softly. He slowly moved them to the altar, where he retrieved soft pillows, piling them around John.

"Rest, my little one.", he said, tucking a pillow under John's head and kissing his hand.

Brian moved to watch the scene in front of the altar. Roger was still drinking from Freddie and Jim was leaned into him, eyes glazed over. He pulled the blond off Freddie, shushing him when he heard the small whine.

"Feed on me.", he whispered as Roger climbed into his lap and sunk his fangs into where the still-healing wounds Freddie had left were.

Freddie pulled Jim further into his arms, nuzzling his hair and talking softly to him. Brian would make sure to tell his oldest later that one was still alive so he could raze the man.