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The General's Crusnik	By : vbruce Category: +S to Z > Trinity Blood Views: 4086 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Lucien watched as multiple colors of silk swirled and moved around to the music. He had smiled contentedly while watching Abel open the ball dancing with Seth. Lucien almost laughed outright at the expression on his beauty's face.
Keeping the smile firmly on his face, Abel focused on his dancing, thankful he had learned the same time Catarina had, and doing his best to ignore the silicon that was rubbing him in all the right ways each time he moved. Abel kept reminding himself that he deserved this punishment, despite the fact he felt like he was going to jump someone the second he got the chance, tuxedo be damned.
Lucien came and claimed Abel when the music stopped. "Come along, my beauty. Would you like something to nibble on? Some wine perhaps?"
Abel smiled at Seth. "Thank you for the lovely dance, Your Imperial Majesty," he remarked with a slight bow, gritting his teeth as the action sent the plug he was wearing into his prostate again. He straightened and smiled at Lucien. "Something to nibble on perhaps. I'm not one for alcohol but perhaps a glass of wine later."
"Excellent," Lucien said. He reached out and took Seth's hand, kissing it gallantly. "I shall return for our dance later, dear empress."
"Take your time," Seth laughed as one of the nobles came to ask for a dance.
Abel smiled and escorted Lucien over to the refreshment table, grabbing one of the small plates before loading it with finger food and heading towards a wall to lean against it out of the way.
Lucien grinned as he saw the Duchess heading toward them. It looked as though Abel's punishment was just beginning. He'd have to work out something with Abel about the woman. See if he was interested in her as something more than a friend. She was certainly beautiful and she definitely wanted his lovely.
Astha walked over, her dress of scarlet red was modestly cut but with enough room to move if needed during a fight. Her nod to her position in society was the ruby drop earrings and a silver chain with a scattering of rubies that was draped in her hair like a coronet. She stopped before them and curtseyed to the two men. "May I claim that dance now, tovarosh?"
Abel smiled and placed his small plate on a nearby table before looking at Lucien. "Do you mind?"
"By all means, my beauty," Lucien said before turning to Astha. "IF I may have the next one before anyone else calls on you, dear lady?"
Astha smiled and inclined her head. "Of course, General."
Abel took her hand and led her out onto the floor just as the next song started and they swept across the hard wood, moving gracefully together.
Lucien smiled and wondered vaguely what the two of them were talking about when Seth came over and demanded he dance with her. He shrugged. Who was he to argue with an Empress, after all?
"I spent most of today thinking about what you said, Abel," Astha murmured as they danced. "And what you didn't say." She looked up at him. "Then I went and started looking up the history of Armageddon and things that happened during the end. You were one of the Angels, weren't you?"
Abel shrugged. "I have no idea, honestly. The designation I was given was Crusnik. I was created to be a weapon against the Methuselah, but three of us turned against the humans after a while." He discretely nodded towards Seth. "She decided to gather her people to her and start her empire. I was not so brave."
Astha smiled and stepped a bit closer on the next turn to kiss his cheek. "You are the bravest man I know, Abel Nightroad. I am proud to be considered your tovarosh."
"She's jealous of you, you know, General," Seth said, nodding toward where Abel and Astha were dancing.
"I'm aware of that. She's wanted him for a long time but I don't think even she believes she's in love with him."
"There is that," Seth said, following Lucien through a turn in the dance. "What do you plan to do about it?"
"Do? My dear Empress, if Abel is willing, I intend to let her have him for a night to get it out of her system."
Seth looked at him dubiously. "You're very generous."
"Not exactly. He's only had the opportunity to be with those he was forced to. There is an attraction between him and the Duchess and I intend to let him indulge in it. He's perfectly aware that he belongs to me, however."
Abel bent slightly and kissed her cheek. "Thank you, Astharoche Asran. I am honored to wear the title of your tovarosh as well." He grinned and spun her through a complex set of steps, getting an almost girlish giggle from Astha.
"Gods, Abel, if I had the chance, I think I would enjoy tripping you into my bed at least once," she laughed, before smiling at him, her expression softening as she caught sight of the black leather collar hidden under his shirt. "If I wasn't terrified of your master."
That got a soft laugh from Abel. "He is what I have needed through the years." He offered a small smile. "I confess that it would be a novel change to choose my bed partner for a change. Well, my *female* bed partner."
The song spun to an end and Lucien bowed to Seth before going to find Abel. He and Astha were on the side of the dance floor chatting. "I do beg your pardon, dear lady," he said to Astha. "But could I tear my beauty away from you for just a moment?"
Astha nodded and curtseyed to Abel. "I believe I will have my feet being stepped on by the less graceful here, Tovarosh. Until later."
Abel smiled and watched as she was quickly caught up by a larger Methuselah who looked like he was a barrel before turning to look at Lucien.
"I do intend to claim that dance after this song, dear lady," Lucien called after her.
That got a laugh and a wave of acknowledgement before she barely hid the wince of her feet being stepped on.
Lucien chuckled before turning and putting an arm around his beauty.
Abel smiled and leaned against him. "This thing is driving me nuts, sir,' he murmured, barely moving his lips.
"I am aware of that, my lovely. That is why it's punishment."
He hummed. "I'm not sure if I want to avoid this or be punished like this again," he confessed, trying hard not to move but also enjoying the slight sparks of pleasure.
Lucien smiled evilly. "Ah, therein lies the fun of it. However, that was not what I wanted to discuss with you."
He tilted his head a bit, looking at Lucien. "What did you wish to speak about?"
Lucien looked through the crowd to find Astha dancing very close to them and looking utterly pained. He nodded to her. "Do you want her?"
Abel turned and watched Astha dance. "Yes. Perhaps not all the time as a steady lover, but at least once because it would be my choice." He smiled at Lucien. "With your permission of course."
"You have it. On one condition."
"What condition is that?"
"That I may watch the two of you together."
He nodded. "If she agrees. If not, I won't go to her bed."
"I would only be interested in all parties being agreeable to the conditions, Abel," Lucien said, tilting the other man's head so he could kiss him.
He purred into the kiss, lightly nipping those lips as he deepened the kiss a bit.
Lucien smiled against Abel's lips before pulling back. "Greedy beauty."
He smiled. "If she offers, may I drink from her?" he murmured softly. He ducked his head a bit. "I confess that there's an instinct for it the couple of times Lilith and I were together."
"If she offers, yes. I'll not say I'm terribly enamored of the idea. However, I am also a jealous soul."
"If it would make you feel better, I'll only take enough to soothe the instinct." He looked at him. "You are the one helping me heal and are my entire life."
"As you are rapidly becoming mine, my beauty." He couldn't deny it because it was the truth, much as he hated to feel so vulnerable to anyone.
He smiled and glanced over as the music ended. "Better go claim Astha before her feet suffer more. I'll be right here, nibbling on food."
"I'm already on my way, my beauty," Lucien said, striding off to claim the Duchess for their dance.
Astha looked up with a sigh of relief as Lucien approached her. "Thank the gods," she murmured as he approached. "I'm about ready to kill the next fat bastard who wants to mangle my feet and try to grope."
"And he came away with his fingers unbroken? How lenient of you, Duchess."
"I didn't want to get blood on my dress. The designer passed away a few years ago and I haven't found anyone as talented."
"A wise decision," Lucien said, swinging her into the steps. "I do have a proposition for you though, Duchess."
"What is that, General?" she inquired, easily following though her steps were a bit lighter due to sore feet.
"I'm going to allow you to have Abel as a bed partner. Conditionally, of course."
She looked at him, startled. "What's the conditions?"
"Only one condition. That I may watch the two of you. If that is unacceptable, I understand. Not everyone is as . . . free with these things as those in my country are."
She blushed a faint pink. "I am not objectionable to that condition if Abel is not." She looked at him. "Is this his decision?"
"We would not be having this conversation if it wasn't."
She inclined her head, accepting that. "I understand. I was not sure the exact details of your arrangement with each other." She offered a wry smile. "I have known one or two in the same sort of relationship to offer those that are theirs to others just to watch them."
"As have I. Which is why I asked him first. I would also never give him over to just anyone, no matter what he said."
She nodded. "One thing I will let you know is that I cannot have children which helps since I'm allergic to latex."
"I am sorry, my dear. I know what that feels like."
"It was a disease that spread through the Empire when I was a child. Only about one in a hundred of those affected ended up sterile." She shrugged. "I have a cousin who is willing to surrogate for me so I have heirs to my titles."
"That is a good thing. Family is very important."
She looked at him. "Do you have any family, General?"
"I have one genetic daughter, who is also my vampiric mother and three still alive who were created by me."
She laughed. "That must be a bit confusing at times," she remarked, before glancing over to where Abel was leaning against the wall, shifting a bit to apparently get comfortable. "And now you have him. You are a *very* lucky man, General LaCroix."
"I am that indeed."
"Shall we go over and join him? He looks rather uncomfortable in his tuxedo."
Lucien smiled. "He's rather uncomfortable for another reason."
That got a startled blink from her. "Should I know?"
"It might amuse you."
She giggled. "All right. Why is he uncomfortable?"
"He currently has something pressing against his prostate when he moves. It happens to be punishment for an earlier infraction on behavior."
Her blush darkened and she giggled again, one hand coming up to cover her mouth.
"I did say it might amuse you."
She nodded before clearing her throat, trying to stop the giggles. "We should still head over when this dance is over. My feet are a bit sore from my last partner's attempts at dancing."
"For obvious reasons. I wonder if we would be missed for leaving early?" he mused.
She shook her head. "I often duck out after the third dance because at those times, I can barely walk."
"Excellent. Seems a shame to waste a perfectly good erection on Abel, don't you think?"
She grinned. "Of course." She glanced at Abel. "He said he was created to be a predator to Methuselah. Does that mean he requires our blood?"
Lucien nodded. "It does. Though he can go without it for long periods of time also."
"Would you object if I offered him some of mine?"
"I would not. He and I have already discussed that."
She smiled as the music wound down. "Then shall we retire for the evening?"
"I think the two of you at least, should go to bed."
She blushed and looked at him. "Would you mind if we use your rooms here? My estate is across the city."
"That suits me if it suits Abel."
She grinned and wandered over to Abel, curtseying to him and getting a slightly stiff bow back. "Care to rescue me from overweight blowhards that want to crush my feet, tovarosh?" she murmured before coyly smiling at him. "Perhaps see to your.. hard problem as well?"
Abel chuckled and offered his arm. "Never let it be said that I abandoned a lady in distress."
she smiled and slipped her arm through his, glancing back to see if Lucien was going to join them.
Lucien smiled, following behind them as they made their way out of the ballroom and down several corridors toward the room he and Abel were staying in.
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