On the dark planet of Nocteria was a church. It was once a shining icon of human faith, lighting the way in the darkness. It’s spires reached to the ever-present stars, it’s stained glass windows spoke stories of the past. It’s doors were always open, for on this planet of eternal night, many thought to turn to faith the way flowers turn to a lamp when the sun is absent.

Then the vampires came.

They destroyed many of the stained glass windows, vandalized the church and the surrounding buildings. They killed the priests and crucified them in mockery of their Lord. They thumbed their noses at the God that never had any power over them. After they had their fun, they left, leaving the church cold and desolate but for the red spray-paint and human blood running down the walls.

A few years later, a master vampire moved into the church. He was an ancient vampire, one of the most powerful ever to grace the universe. He was a true-borne vampire, progeny of a demon father and human mother. Albino, this vampire had a sort of icy beauty that struck fear in most of the people he met. To accentuate this, he wore all white to match his white hair and ghostly skin. The only color on his were his pale, stunning blue eyes, the color of the daytime sky he would never know. He was known simply as Tetsu, his true name lost in the mists of the past.

In one secluded area of the church the pews were arranged to separate the space from where Tetsu’s other pets lounged. A blanket was placed over the pews, creating a somewhat ragged fort. Curled up under the fort was a slender figure with black hair streaked with white. His face was fine-featured with a slightly pointed chin, the skin smooth and white except for the jagged scar that slashed diagonally through his forehead and disappeared under the eyepatch covering his left eye.

Charon opened his single, yellow eye. He yawned a bit and crawled out of his fort, the buckles of his outfit jangled against each other. He was wearing the outfit Tetsu liked best on him, a black vest over a long white shirt and black leather pants with red straps here and there. And the collar. The ever-present collar Tetsu put on every single one of his pets.

"Charon," Tetsu called. Charon’s head turned toward the voice of his master, his mad eye fixing upon the pale vampire with a strange intensity. He slowly went over to the ancient vampire, his strides as smooth and purposeful as any predators.

Tetsu reached up and touched Charon’s cheek with a cool hand, brushing aside some of the messy black-and-white locks of hair that fell over his face. "I have an ally visiting. He has expressed a liking for your looks. You will entertain him."

"Charon is not a whore," the fledgling vampire stated.

Before Charon could react, Tetsu backhanded him hard enough to send him sprawling onto the ground. Charon glared up at Tetsu through the tangle of his hair.

"Let’s get this straight, Charon," Tetsu said, his voice still calm, but carrying an extra edge to it. "You are mine. I own you. You do what I say." He smirked slightly. "If I order you to be a whore, then you are a whore. Understand?"

Their eyes met. Charon slowly lowered his gaze to the ground. "Charon understands."

"Good," the albino vampire said, satisfied. "He’s waiting in the bedroom."

***

Micheal lounged naked upon a bed of black silk, the color of the sheets matching the color and feel of his hair. His tan complimented his brown eyes, which were closed as he rested. Although the way he was sprawled seemed careless enough, his hand was conveniently near to where he placed his sword by the bed.

Charon walked in; wearing nothing but a robe of sheer red gauze that was tied loosely at the front. Tetsu had made him change into it. "Wrapping a present for a friend," he had called it. The robe hid nothing, merely tinting his skin underneath the garment.

Charon looked at the ground, his hair falling over his face. "Master told Charon to entertain Micheal," he said without looking up.

Micheal opened his eyes, then let them slide over Charon’s slender, practically naked form. The vampire’s smooth white skin was marred here and there by scars, but Micheal didn’t mind. It only seemed to enhance the wild beauty of this creature. Micheal felt himself becoming aroused already, and did nothing to hide it.

"Come here," he said.

Charon went over to him, still staring at the floor. Micheal tilted his face up, looking into Charon’s eye. He kissed the vampire almost gently. Charon froze, going rigid, but not pulling back. Micheal’s tongue slide between Charon’s lips, into the moist cavern that lay beyond. The vampire clenched his eyes shut, neither responding nor pulling away, though he wanted to do both.

It was Micheal that broke the kiss, licking Charon’s lips playfully. "Mm...I like how you taste..." He smirked, laying back down on the bed. "I think...I want you to suck me off."

The vampire glowered at Micheal, but knew he could not disobey. Charon slid onto the bed, resting in between Micheal’s legs. He lowers his head down and tentatively took the man’s cock in his mouth. Micheal groaned, his hand gripping Charon’s black-and-white hair. The vampire hesitantly sucked, backing off and taking Micheal into his mouth deeper.

"Mm...such a good little slut," Micheal purred, his hips jerking up, burying his cock deep into Charon’s mouth. Charon started choking and gagging, trying to pull up, but Micheal’s hand held him down. "Suck harder." Charon’s struggles ceased, and he obeyed, a few tears leaking out from his good eye. Micheal watched the pretty vampire’s head bobbing up and down in between his legs. Though obviously an amateur at giving head, Charon wasn’t bad. Still, Micheal decided that this wasn’t what he wanted from this beautiful but insane creature.

He pulled up Charon’s head by the hair. As the vampire’s lips left his cock, a thin silver thread of saliva still connected them, then broke. Charon gasped a bit, his eye dazed and his lips bruised, a pale rose contrasting beautifully with that otherwise colorless face. Micheal leaned down and kissed those lips, tasting a bit of himself on them. Eventually, he pulled away, grinning.

"I want you to ride me, lovely," he said, stroking Charon’s cheek. The vampire’s yellow eye flared in anger, but that was quickly quelled by his madness. Micheal wondered what it would take to make that anger stay on the surface. "What are you waiting for, puppy?"

"Charon is not a puppy," he muttered as he straddled Micheal. He reached down and undid the sash from his robe, shrugging off the gauzy material. Slowly he lifted himself over the man’s arousal, then slammed himself down, impaling himself upon Micheal’s cock. His head fell back, a low cry escaped his lips.

"Mm...tight..." Micheal groaned, thrusting up into Charon’s passage. His hands gripped the vampire’s ass, helping Charon lift himself up, then sit back down on his cock. Charon was one of the best fucks Micheal had in a long time. One hand left the vampire’s hip to stroke him.

"N-no..." Charon moaned. He tried to jerk backward, only managing to impale himself deeper upon Micheal’s erection. "Stop..."

"What?" Micheal asked, still giving him the hand-job. "You’re enjoying it." He thrust up into Charon hard and was pleased when he hit something that made the vampire wail in pleasure.

"No," Charon whimpered. Tears trickled down his face. "Charon doesn’t like sinning. Charon—" He broke off, crying out as he released.

Micheal watched intently at the sight of Charon in ecstasy. He flipped them over so he was on top and started pounding into the vampire’s tight ass, not caring if he tore him up inside, in fact he reveled in it. Charon cried out in pain, trying to push Micheal off. Micheal ignored the vampire, ramming into his passage once more as he climaxed.

"You know you like sinning," Micheal murmured into his ear. "After all...it’s only a sin if it feels good."

Charon whimpered. "No..." He started crying again. "Charon is damned. He never wanted to be. Charon never asked for this."

Micheal nearly burst out laughing. He loved messing with religious types. He ran his hand down Charon’s chest. "You are damned, and you love it, don’t you? Sinning feels good, doesn’t it?"

"No," Charon whispered.

Micheal reached down and groped Charon. He raised an eyebrow. "My, you must really want it. Tetsu wasn’t kidding when he said he thought you were deprived as a human." He leaned down and nipped at the vampire’s ear. "This is your penance. To be our toy, and to become ever more mired in sin that you already are. You are Tetsu’s and he shares you with me. You are ours for the rest of eternity."

Charon eventually trailed off into sniffles. He didn’t say a word. He looked at the wall, his face expressionless. No emotion remained in his eyes other than the ever-present madness as his real self was buried deeper inside of himself.

"Well, my puppy?"

"Charon understands."

Micheal grinned and wrapped his arms around the mad vampire. Charon stiffened, then relaxed, knowing that there would be dire consequences if he pulled away. He closed his eyes and went to sleep. Micheal watched him for a moment, then decided to give him a few more moments before he had more fun. He reached over to the table beside the bed and picked up a long, sharp knife.

He watched the light gleam upon the metal and grinned to himself.

Time for some fun.