Sylum Aesthetics: Ernesto Olivetti

Ernesto sighed, “His Holiness is behind me, isn’t he?”

They all nodded.

“You are so fired.” He turned around and smiled gracious at Pope Pius XVII. “Good morning, Your Holiness.”

“Ernesto, have we not talked about threatening the troops?” His reprimand apparently came with a small grin.

“Well they are all in trouble now for not warning me.” Olivetti sipped his coffee nonchalantly. “And I’m buying you a bell for Christmas and adding it to your collar. The sneaky thing is freaking me out.”

“I wanted to come down and see how you were doing before the start of Advent.” He raised his hand and blessed the Guards as he made his way further into the Security Area.

“I’m good,” Ernesto assured him with complete honesty.

Pius smiled softly. “Praise God!” That was when the pastries caught his attention. “Is that paczek by any chance?”

Sylum Aesthetic: Kiernan & Olivetti

***

With all due decorum, they made as dignified an exit as possible, neither Vampire saying a word until they were safely in the Inspector’s own rooms. The moment the door closed behind them however, they simply stared at each other, needing to speak but not finding the right way to begin.

Kiernan reached up and cupped his friend’s cheek. “I…”

But suddenly everything was perfectly clear. It had been from the moment Ernesto saw a gun to Kiernan’s head. “Tell me I’m wrong…” he whispered.

“You’re not.” Reaching up still further to lace his fingers through that cold, wet hair he pulled Ernesto’s head down, kissing him hard, putting all the pent up emotions of those last few months into that one singular moment.

Pushing Andrew back against the wall, devouring his mouth, Ernesto growled into the kiss. “You’re my Mate.”

It was not a question.

“Yes,” Kiernan whispered against his lips, pulling him closer. He wanted nothing but to lay him out on the bed and Claim what had always been his, yet as his hands reached under the Inspector’s wet t-shirt he felt freezing, clammy skin and knew his timing was awful. It wasn’t the right moment. Not yet.

Pulling back, panting slightly, just content for a few minutes to hold Ernesto close to him, he finally murmured. “You need to shower and Feed.”

“I know,” he agreed, his forehead resting on Andrew’s. But he didn’t want to move when that calm and contentment he had been searching for through all those past months, was finally there in his arms. How he could possibly have failed to recognise that Kiernan was his Mate, he didn’t know. Why Kiernan had never told him, he also didn’t know.

“Why…?”

Andrew laid a finger to his Mate’s lips. “Not now.”

Sylum Aesthetic: Andrew Kiernan

***

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.