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The General's Crusnik	By : vbruce Category: +S to Z > Trinity Blood Views: 4086 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Trinity Blood. All rights, proceeds and monies go to the original creator. Making no cash from writing this. It's just for fun.

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***Author's Notes***
Axlyles: Thanks for the nice review. And for reminding me there's still a LOT to be posted on this.
Lucien walked over and put his arms around Abel's waist. "Was it a good surprise, my beauty?"
He smiled and leaned against him. "Yes. It was a wonderful surprise."
"Excellent," Lucien said, nuzzling the back of Abel's neck.
He shivered and closed his eyes, relaxing further in his grasp.
"Are you chilled, my beauty? You just shivered," Lucien said teasingly.
"Perhaps a bit hot, but not chilled," he murmured with a smile.
"Hm. Wearing too much clothing, perhaps?"
"Care to help me with that problem?"
"Actually," Lucien said, kissing the back of Abel's neck before letting go of him. "I'd like to watch you strip."
He turned and started away from the window, his hands drifting up to slowly slip the buttons through their holes.
Lucien closed the drapes and went to sit on the bed, leaning back on his hands.
He slowly slid the blue silk apart to reveal his chest before rolling his shoulders, sending it down his arms as he walked over to stand near the bed.
"Go on, I'm enjoying the view," Lucien said, smiling.
"Yes, Master," he purred, a faint blush on his cheeks. He let the shirt fall to the floor before he let his hands dance along his pants fastening.
Lucien arched one eyebrow, prompting Abel to continue.
Abel blushed as he reached up to caress his chest, teasing them both, as he slipped the button of his pants open. Then his hand gently grasped the zipper, pulling it down one tooth at a time. He subtly slipped off his shoes and socks as his pants perched precariously on his hips, gaping open a bit to show that he had not bothered with underwear.
Lucien's smile widened. He knew what his beauty was trying for and he also knew he had an appropriate response to it.
He let his eyes dip down as if coy, before he let his hands drop to his hips, swaying slightly and letting the movement slowly lower the pants through gravity. Maybe Lucien would take him this time if he teased him enough.
"So, my beauty, do you enjoy a little pain with pleasure?" Lucien asked, smirking.
He shivered and swayed a bit closer, his pants showing the effect of his teasing on him. "Yes, master."
"Excellent," Lucien said, standing and fishing something out of his pocket.
He made a curious noise as he watched Lucien. What was he doing?
Lucien held up two tiny saw toothed clamps connected by a chain. "I think it's too soon for other, more interesting devices. But these should work very well."
Reaching out, Abel hesitantly touched them, curiosity and lust in his face. "What are they used for, Master?"
"Allow me to demonstrate," Lucien said, reaching out to tweak one of Abel's nipples to hardness before attaching the first little clamp.
He shivered under that touch before moaning at the pain that blossomed in his chest. It felt wonderful and he wiggled just a bit, sending his pants to the floor.
Lucien smiled and did the same to the other side, pulling on the chain that connected the clamps lightly.
Moaning again, he arched backwards, putting only the smallest bit of pressure on that chain.
"I think you enjoy pain with pleasure, my beauty. Go lie face down on the bed for me."
He moved past him to stretch out on the bed, shivering as the chain brushed across his skin. He stretched out, face down with only his head turned to one side on the pillow.
Lucien looked over the beauty spread before him and smiled, thinking Abel's attempt at temptation hadn't lasted very long but he'd learn.
He shifted, trying to get a bit more comfortable on the bed but it wasn't easy with how aroused his body was. He glanced over at Lucien, waiting to see what he would do next.
One of Lucien's hands drifted carefully over Abel's right foot, over his ankle and up his calf. He took care to make sure the touch was light enough to tease but not tickle as he worked his way upward to his thigh, pausing just where the thigh and very delectable behind met.
His leg wanted to twitch at that light touch but he forced himself to not to move. Lucien hadn't given him permission to move, and Abel tried to watch his master but it was hard when he was so close to where Abel wanted to feel him so much.
"Tell me what you're feeling, my beauty," Lucien ordered, tracing little patterns along Abel's upper leg.
He licked his lips, trying to focus. "Delightful ache in my chest, adding to the ache between my legs," he managed to get out, his eyes fluttering slightly. "Delight that you are touching me, master. Hope that you might take me this time."
"Tsk! Impatient beauty," Lucien said, shifting just enough to lean down and sink his teeth into one side of Abel's butt. He avoided using his fangs because that would surely take his lovely over the edge too fast.
He gasped and whimpered, trying hard not to shiver and lose that additional pain. "Only impatient for you, Master."
"You'll learn, my beauty," Lucien said, letting his hand continue its path over Abel's skin. Sliding upward along the small of his back to the long marks where his wings emerged, brushing his hair aside to better touch his upper back and shoulders.
He bit down on his lip, whimpers slipping out of him, as he shivered under that wonderful touch. But why wasn't Lucien doing something more?
"What are you thinking, my beauty?" Lucien asked. Again, making Abel say what was on his mind helped Lucien gauge what were pleasure points and what were not.
"Wondering why you weren't doing anything more, Master," he confessed, looking at Lucien as best as he could. "You're still dressed.” He shivered harder as those fingers slid over his wingscars again.
"That I am," Lucien chuckled. "It is my intention, my dear, sweet beauty, to touch you absolutely everywhere."
"Why?" It came out a bit breathy as Lucien's fingers found another sensitive spot.
"To find all the places on your body that make you moan and squirm for me," Lucien said with an evil chuckle.
He shivered again at that thought before shifting his legs a bit more open.
"What a sweet temptation you are, my lovely," Lucien said, his hand drifting very near Abel's opening.
That got a whimper and a tilting of Abel's hips, wanting to feel Lucien there.
Lucien chuckled to himself. He had the tiny tube that Seth had so helpfully left in his sleeve and used just the slightest bit on his finger to tease Abel further. "Did you want something, my beauty?"
"You inside of me," he moaned, trying not to move and lose that wonderful touch. "To feel you deep inside."
"Really?" Lucien said, letting just one finger slide into Abel's body. "Like this, perhaps?"
A lusty moan fell from him and he moved back, wanting more. "Want to feel your cock," he managed to get out, his cheeks pink.
"Tsk! But I've not finished touching you everywhere yet," Lucien said.
He shivered and whined as he gripped the bedsheets, and he spread his legs, trying to encourage his master to fuck him.
"Naughty, beauty. I'll have to come up with a special punishment for you. After I've finished with this, that is," he said, sliding his finger out of the other man.
Abel moaned again, but in loss as even that much of his master was removed from him. "Sorry, Master."
"Turn over," Lucien said, giving Abel's butt a squeeze.
He shivered and turned over, laying on his back. He watched Lucien with lust dark eyes as his hardness throbbed against his belly.
Lucien smiled evilly and quickly straddled his beauty's hips. "There, much easier to get to everything this way," he said, deliberately grinding down with his hips.
He whined and arched up into that action as best as he could. "Yes, Master Lucien."
Lucien started all over again, this time beginning with Abel's hair, touching his face, neck and shoulders. Then reaching down and tugging at the chain connecting the clamps.
The hand on his hair got a soft sigh and a lean into the touch while his neck got another shiver. He moaned and arched into the light tug, his fingers clenching in the covers.
Letting his hands drift further down, he deliberately skirted around Abel's erection. He had other plans for that later.
He shivered again and his muscles twitched under that wonderful touch. He did moan in disappointment as his groin was avoided.
Lucien caressed all the way down to Abel's feet before starting back up again, listening to him moan and try to avoid wiggling around too much. He was learning, that was a very good sign.
Lucien was slowly driving him out of his mind. "Master," he gasped, his fingers clenching and releasing the blanket under him.
"Yes, my lovely?" Lucien asked.
"Please fuck me?" he begged, staring at Lucien with pleading eyes.
"I would love to, my beauty. But you are not well enough yet for that," Lucien said patiently, just before sliding one hand to gently cup his balls, rolling them carefully in his hand.
He whined, squeezing his eyes shut even as he spread his legs wider. He wanted Lucien so bad that it *ached* worse than anything the Ancient could do to him.
Lucien grasped that lovely erection. He leaned forward and kissed Abel softly. "Don't be angry, my beauty. I really am only thinking of your well being."
Abel opened his eyes, his hands twitching as he restrained the urge to reach up and pull Lucien back down. "I ache for you, Lucien," he whispered. "It's hard."
"I noticed that, since it's in my hand," he said teasingly, giving Abel one long, firm stroke.
Moaning, he arched into that touch before he could stop himself, his head pressing back into the pillow to bare his throat.
Lucien ducked his head, baring his fangs and sank them into Abel's skin.
Shrieking, he arched even more, his muscles locking as he peaked.
Lucien sighed happily against his skin. He paused after that thought. He was happy. Truly. For the first time in countless eons. He smiled and backed his fangs out, then gathered his beauty against him, holding him and just enjoying the feel of someone he cared for.
Twitching from the aftershocks, Abel curled close to him, purring loudly. Even though he hadn't been fucked by his master, he was satisfied. It was just so *hard* waiting to be claimed like that.
Lucien brushed Abel's hair back from his face. "All right, my beauty?"
"Yes, sir," he murmured, leaning into that touch. "Just hate waiting."
Lucien chuckled. "I know you do. But think on this, my beauty, and do not misunderstand my intentions. All of your younger years and adult life you've been used, raped and fucked. That isn't what I want you and I to have and I'll not add to the damage by taking everything too quickly."
"I have?" Abel looked at Lucien in confusion. "I know Cain could get rough at times, but that's just the way he was." He reached up and touched Lucien's face. "I know you're nothing like Cain. That's why you're so special."
"Yes. You have. The fact that it seems normal to you is one of the reasons we are taking this slowly. You deserve so much more than what you've gotten thus far. And I thank you most sincerely for believing I am special, Abel."
He sighed and snuggled close to Lucien again. "I just want you so bad, I feel like I'll go crazy if I don't have you soon."
Lucien smiled and kissed the top of his head. "I know, my lovely. Believe me, I know," he said, shifting a bit to relieve the ache he now had.
"May I help you with that?" He asked, looking up at Lucien. He didn't want a repeat of his previous punishment of taking without asking.
"That would be marvelous."
He wiggled around, wincing a bit at clips that were still attached to his nipples. He looked up at Lucien. "Um, may I remove these?" He gestured towards his chest.
"Yes. Allow me, they'll hurt more coming off once the bloodflow gets back into them."
Nodding, he gripped his thighs and waited.
Lucien pulled the first clamp off, then the second one, waiting for Abel's reaction to how it felt after they were off. If he needed to he would go get ice to help with the burn and pain.
He hissed, his nails digging into his skin, but he kept breathing, forcing the pain back as he concentrated on breathing. Definitely felt better going on than coming off.
"Forgive me, my beauty. I should have warned you first. I've not kept anyone for a very long time who was inexperienced in these things."
"It's all right," he managed to gasp out as the pain started fading. "Just wasn't use to it."
Lucien rubbed the little pink points gently, trying to ease some of the discomfort.
After a few minutes, the pain faded completely and he purred, gently kissing Lucien. "You are too good to me," he murmured before shifting to kiss down his jaw and neck, his hands opening the black shirt to expose pale skin.
"Odd, I was thinking the same concerning you, my beauty."
He purred and kissed his collarbones, pushing the shirt completely open to kiss the exposed skin.
Lucien moaned happily, enjoying every touch and kiss his beauty gave him.
He gently urged Lucien to lay down as he continued worshiping him with his lips and hands.
He rolled over onto his back, letting Abel do as he willed with him for the moment.
Reaching a bit lower, Abel unfastened his pants and coaxed the dark fabric down the long legs as he scraped his teeth along a sharp hip. He was being very careful with his fangs.
Lucien moved his legs to help Abel a bit as he slid his pants off, having already taken off his socks and shoes along the way.
Purring, he licked the crease along the top of Lucien's thigh before placing a soft kiss above the large artery along the inside of his master's thigh. He shifted a bit and lay between Lucien's legs, purring and licking the soft sensitive skin with small kittenish licks.
Lucien couldn't help but laugh. "Now who's being a tease?"
Abel grinned before taking Lucien in his mouth, slowly sucking him down while holding Lucien's eyes with his own.
Lucien resisted the urge to thump his head back into the pillows. Gods, that look Abel was giving him, with his hair falling around him in silver waves made him feel like a very dirty old man and the luckiest bastard in the universe at the same time.
Purring, he shifted back to his human form so he wouldn't have to deal with his fangs right then, and proceeded to remind Lucien why Cain enjoyed Abel on his knees most of the time.
Lucien moaned louder, one hand clutching almost reflexively in Abel's hair while the other was behind his head to prop him up a little so he could watch.
He leaned up into that grip, enjoying that slight bit of control that Lucien had over him. Lucien barely restrained him most of the time, using verbal orders to keep Abel in place, but there were times he wanted to be gripped hard enough to raise bruises as he was pressed into the bed.
Taking the nonverbal cues from Abel, Lucien gripped his hair harder moving his hips to get a better angle into his mouth.
He shivered and almost melted under that grip, letting Lucien move as he wished. He knew Lucien wouldn't hurt him like Cain had or the military had, and so Abel could enjoy the show of force and strength from the Ancient.
Lucien moved his other hand to grab both of Abel's wrists, pinning them above his head so he could only use his mouth.
That got a full body shiver and he redoubled his efforts, completely relaxed in Lucien's grip. He just tugged on the grip once in a while to reaffirm that he was restrained nicely.
"Gods, Abel," Lucien moaned. "Keep that up and I may give in to your demands sooner than I wish to."
Purring louder, he kept up his pace, wanting to see Lucien lose that iron control he always seemed to be under.
Lucien arched a little, giving Abel no warning aside from pulling on his hair before surrendering to the pleasure.
Carefully, he swallowed all he could before pulling off. He placed a soft kiss on Lucien's abdomen before he hovered there, resting between the grip in his hair and the one on his wrists, completely comfortable at the moment.
Lucien pulled Abel up to lie next to him, still panting slightly. He wrapped both arms around his beauty and enjoyed the warm aftershocks.
Purring, he snuggled down in his master's arms, his own arms snaking out to encircle Lucien. He knew they would have to get up for the ball soon, but this was nice, just the two of them and no worries about the outside world.
"Better, my beauty?"
"Yes, sir." He nuzzled the skin under his cheek, placing a soft kiss there.
"Excellent. I could use a nap," Lucien said, stretching a bit and yawning.
He purred and shifted enough to pull a blanket over them both. "I'm sorry I'm impatient, Lucien. I'll try to be better."
Lucien kissed the top of Abel's head. "I know, my beauty. I simply want you to be loved rather than used."
"You'll have to show me what the difference is," he murmured, yawning a bit.
Lucien chuckled a bit. "I thought I already was, my lovely."
He smiled and held him a bit closer, resting his head on Lucien's shoulder. "Yeah, but it will take multiple examples until I can figure out the difference."
"Greedy beauty."
"For you? Yes."
Lucien smiled. "I certainly hope so. Get some sleep. It looks to be a long night ahead of us."
"Yes, sir," he yawned again, closing his eyes before he drifted off, surrounded by his master's scent.
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