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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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Aaaaand we have just a smidge of self citrus here. Don't worry, there is an obscene amount more to follow.

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It was a wide and varied group that was gathered around the training field at the Vatican, priests and nuns rubbing shoulders with the Inquisition. Abel stood off in one corner, near a tree, and glanced around at the crowd that had shown up. He wondered how many would have shown if it had not been the True Vampire's representative that was to give a demonstration after the Inquisition and Foreign Affairs' demonstrations. He was certainly glad Leon had been picked for the AX since his throwing disks were more flashy and showy than Abel's own revolver.

Lucien's eyes scanned the crowd, finally finding the person he was looking for trying to make himself invisible near a tree. He turned his attention to the Spaniard with the throwing discs. That was certainly an interesting talent. He'd have to see if anyone in Michelangelo’s court had that ability.

Leon was grinning and, to Abel, it was obvious that he was trying to make his demonstration as flashy as possible even as the target dummies ended up shredded by the sharp edges. Abel glanced over at the General, glad to see he was showing an interest in this as he hadn't in the Inquisitions' demonstration of two fighters going after each other with all the finesse of a bull in a china shop.

LaCroix smiled as he watched the young man show off since it was obvious that was what he was doing. He twirled the signal whip in his hand a bit, eager to get on with his own demonstration. Partially because he knew how it would affect his beauty.

Abel glanced at the whip when the General twirled it, and tried hard not to lick his lips as Leon wound down his demonstration. The Spaniard collected his disks, slid them back on his wrists and casually rejoined those watching after bowing respectfully to LaCroix.

Lucien returned the bow and headed for the start position of the target area as the shredded dummies were replaced with fresh ones.

Abel watched him move, all controlled power and grace, and he knew that this demonstration would surpass the others.

Lucien glanced at his beauty, who had suddenly become very interested in what was going on. He smiled and presented the whip to the crowd, explaining it was originally used for controlling dog teams and stung more than caused any life threatening damage.

Oh how it stung. Abel shivered slightly in remembrance of that long ago lesson even as his cheeks took on a slight blush.

An upward flick of Lucien's wrist sent the end of the whip flying up and with a loud crack, it struck the target. Leaving a long line of ripped fabric on the target dummy from midchest to chin.

He flinched at that crack but his eyes were wide, riveted to the General and the braided leather in his hand.

Several more strikes had the crowd gasping and watching every stroke and movement. Lucien smiled a little and bent to pick up the much heavier and vastly more dangerous chain whip.

He couldn't help but lick his lips as the leather continued to crack and he shifted, uncomfortably tight in his pants. He thanked whatever god would listen that the Vatican had loose robes for the priests to wear.

Lucien smiled slightly as he caught Abel shifting around and looking rather flushed. But this was a demonstration and he couldn't help but enjoy the very minor show of power. He again showed the whip to the crowd. "This is called a jiujiebian and was originally used on the battlefield during the Jin Dynasty. Nasty little things as they can strike around an opponent's blocking, often catching the weak points in armor and opening them for a sword if used properly."

There were some murmurs in the crowd, but Abel remained silent, his eyes fixed on LaCroix.

Lucien sent the whip flying, striking the target in several places and leaving deep gouges, tearing one of the dummies completely open at one point. As a finishing flourish he wrapped the end around the neck of the dummy, taking its head completely off.

Several startled gasps filled the air and even Abel looked on in appreciation for the fine handling of a deadly weapon.

Lucien smiled a little and bowed to the crowd gathered around the training area. While this had been amusing, he had other fish to fry. He returned the weapons to the carrying case he had brought them in and made his way toward the only person whose reaction he was interested in.

The crowd started to disperse now that the demonstrations were over with, and Abel glanced over as Leon approached him.

"Ya know, I never would have expected a whip to be that deadly, but seeing one in his hands, I think I'd be better off just getting shot," remarked Leon.

That got a small laugh from Abel. "Yes, you would be better off."

Lucien stopped in front of the AX members. Bowing to Leon he remarked, "I was quite impressed with your discs, senor. You handle them very well."

Leon bowed back. "Many thanks, General. The thought of a whip in your hands makes me pray for a bullet."

He laughed. "I'll take that as a compliment. What of you, good Father Nightroad? Would you pray for a bullet at the thought of a whip in my hands?"

Abel looked at him, the faint blush on his cheeks deepening a bit. "No. Your skill with a whip would make any with even a hint of that talent green with envy."

Lucien smiled, knowing he was deliberately baiting the younger man. "I thank you for that. Now, I must be away. Your lady has requested a meeting with me and far be it for me to deny such loveliness." He bowed to both men and started off.

"Until later, General LaCroix," Abel remarked with a bow of his own.

Leon added his out of respect before glancing at Abel. "You all right, Father Four-eyes?"

Abel nodded. "Yes. I think I'm going to relax a bit in the garden before heading back to my room. Until later, Father Leon."

Abel wandered towards the garden where he often found comfort in the soothing music of the fountain that dominated the center. He moved over and sat on the edge, trying to immerse himself in the sound of running water, but for whatever reason, it wasn’t working tonight. With a sigh and a shake of his head, Abel stood up and made his way back to his room. He didn’t know if a shower would help settle him, but if nothing else, he might be able to calm down under the hot water.

For the first time in his life, Abel left a trail of clothes between his door and the bathroom as he stripped. His gun, earclips, and glasses were carefully placed on the small table while the rest was left lying where it was dropped. He turned on the water in his shower, letting the hot water throw steam into the air, before reaching up to pull the ribbon from his hair. A shiver ran through him as the strands fell down his back ,brushing against his skin. Lucien had told him that he would have to get use to wearing his hair down again, and Abel knew that the True Vampire would steal any of his ribbons or hair things to ensure he complied. He chuckled, wondering how far he could push Lucien in regards to his hair, and what Lucien would do about it.

The sharp crack of leather filled his mind, and he whimpered, ducking under the hot water as he tried to calm his rampaging hormones. Gods, it had been *years* since he had this trouble. He shivered as the water coursed over him, and reached up to adjust the nozzle so it was better suited to cascade on him instead of over him. He sighed as he felt muscles he hadn’t known were tense relax as the water beat down on him. He leaned back against the cool tiles and shivered as he tried to convince his body that now was *not* the time for self indulgence.

After a few minutes when the ache between his legs didn’t diminish, he groaned and reached down, wrapping his fingers around himself. He shuddered hard as he started moving his hand, and he groaned at the sensations that were starting to build. Closing his eyes, he let his imagination take hold as he pleasured himself.

He was standing in the middle of the room, his arms cuffed to a hook above his head, and his hair lying draped over his shoulder to expose his back. Around his neck was a simple strip of leather, but it was the only thing he wore. He could feel the other in the room, but didn’t say anything, knowing words weren’t wanted at the moment. There was a soft swish before braided leather impacted his back with a crack. The sharp pain faded to a dull ache before another hot line was drawn across his back. He whimpered and felt himself drifting on the cocktail of pain and pleasure as the whip continued falling on his back. It wasn’t until he felt the other walk over to him that he realized the whip had stopped, and the last thing he remembered before the world blacked out from pleasure was one word whispered in his ear.

"Come."

Panting hard, Abel opened his eyes and blearily looked around, trying to get his brain back on line. Hot water was still cascading over him where he had collapsed to the floor, and he chuckled a bit ruefully to himself as he sat there. Trust his imagination to pick up on his fascination with Lucien LaCroix and his promise to claim Abel. He chuckled softly and knew he had to get up and finish his shower. However, he could take a couple of minutes to just relax and enjoy the after glow of his climax. Closing his eyes again, he sighed and let himself drift, remembering the feel of leather against his skin.
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