Sylum Aesthetic: Andrew Kiernan
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That had been the night when Kiernan told him about Vampires.
Almost sixteen years later, Olivetti was one such creature himself, and he had a bone to pick with Monseigneur Andrew Kiernan about Turning Swiss Guards without consulting him first.
When, he wondered, with an exaggerated roll of the eyes, would people get it through their thick skulls, that he could in no way do his job effectively, if they left him out of knowing important pieces of information?
When??
Ernesto stalked into the Secret Archive, slamming the door shut behind him. He had just opened his mouth to start yelling at the Priest in residence there, when instead he found himself being held by him.
And a warm sense of peace enveloped him.
He wrapped his own arms around the smaller man’s body and held him close, his head dropping down to that familiar shoulder. He hadn’t realized how tired, stressed and strung out he truly was until that very moment.
He could hear soft whispers against his neck, but not make out the words. His eyes closed, just taking in the feeling of complete contentment.
It was as if they were the only two people in the world.
A strong rush of emotion swept over him, deepening and reaffirming his own sense of longing, want, and need.
He moaned into Kiernan’s neck as he was pulled closer, their bodies seeming to fit perfectly together.
His every breath sounded harsh in his own ears.
His body felt then as if he had just had the best sex of his life.
Such a feeling wasn’t new.
He had let Kiernan Feed on him a few times over the past decade or so, but on that particular occasion it felt different. It left his mind more settled, and his Soul completely satisfied.