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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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He didn’t know how long he lay there, dozing, before the sound of the lock in the door woke him. He blinked before frowning at the man who entered the room. He didn’t know how this one had gotten in here, but from the look of the uniform, this man was part of the crew. That still didn’t give him the right to walk into Lucien’s chamber when the door was locked. The lustful look that the man was running over Abel’s naked and bound form pretty much indicated what he wanted in here.

"So lovely," the man murmured, walking over to the bed. Abel glared at him and started fiddling with the cuffs, searching for the quick release switch. After all, it wasn’t like Lucien wouldn’t give him a chance to get away if needed. The man chuckled, mistaking his fiddling for something else apparently, before he reached down and curled a lock of Abel’s hair around his finger. "He’s a fool to leave you like this. Alone. Desperate. Helpless."

The man’s eyes were filled with lust as he started down at Abel. "I’ll take good care of you, lovely," he purred, his hand shifting to brush down Abel’s chest.

There was a soft click, and Abel grinned at him, his eyes glowing red. "What makes you think a puny dicked *Terran* would have the right to touch me let alone fuck me."

That got a startled look from the man before Abel kicked him across the cabin. He shifted, baring his fangs at the man who suddenly pales, and he laughed, a cruel harsh sound. "I wonder if the General will be too hard on me if I rip you apart."

That got a small sound from the man as the front of his pants became stained. The look of terror on his face as Abel stalked forward was one of beauty, and he growled, enjoying the scent of the man’s fear in a way he hadn’t in almost a millennia. Unlike the others, this one had wanted to steal him from Lucien, and that was not acceptable.

"Oh, I’m sure I’ll be punished for getting blood everywhere, but to ensure that you will not be around to bother my master by trying to take his property, I will take that punishment with a smile on my face," he purred, his hair whipping around him with the force of his anger. "Or perhaps I should save the mess and see how well you can fly at thirty thousand feet."

The crewman was staring at him terrified, and Abel couldn’t help but revel in the feeling. It had been a very long time since anyone was afraid of him. Maybe Lucien wouldn’t get too mad at him for this. He would leave something for his master, and he would do his best to ensure that the mess wasn’t that widespread. It might take a bit to get cleaned up, but then blood was so hard to get out of fabric anyway.

"Tsk! You're here less than an hour and already one of the crew can't control himself," Lucien said, leaning on the doorframe.

Abel blinked innocently. “ I managed to restrain myself enough that there's no blood to clean out of the carpet.” He wrinkled his nose. “Just other things.”

"That in itself is bad enough," Lucien remarked, walking over to where the crewmember was slumped, staring wide eyed between the two of them. "I know I said I'd kill anyone who touched you without permission. Shall I do that or shall we make an example of this one so no one else makes the same mistake? I so hate to lose productive members of the crew."

Abel hummed and tilted his head, looking at the man. "Make an example of him. He wanted to pretty much rape me, thinking I was helpless." His dark grin bared his fangs.

A nasty smile played over Lucien's mouth. "I was hoping you'd say that," he said, leaning down and grabbing the man by the hair. "Dress and bring the carved box from the mantle to me up on the main deck."

He nodded and grabbed his pants, pulling them on before he moved over to reverently lift the carved wooden box off the mantle. He didn't know what was in it, but it was a bit heavy and carried the scent of metal and leather.

Lucien dragged the man along by his hair, past his staring coworkers and superiors. The Captain met him halfway down one of the hall ways.

"Sir?"

"This one," Lucien said through clenched teeth. "Tried to rape what belongs to ME."

The Captain's eyes widened for a moment before he nodded. "I'll call everyone on deck."

"That would be greatly appreciated."

Abel calmly walked along behind his master, a warm glow filling him. No one before had carried through with the threat of killing someone who touched Abel. It was a nice feeling.

Lucien practically threw the man into the middle of the cleared floor once they got to the deck.

"I will say this once and only once, so heed the warning." He turned and put one hand on Abel's shoulder. "This man belongs to me. Anyone laying so much as a misplaced hair on him without my permission will be ritually disemboweled and their entrails read like tea leaves. Neglect the warning at your own peril. This one," he said, gesturing to the whimpering man on the floor. "Tried to take by force what is mine. I will not be killing him but he will be punished and allowed to ponder his mistake."

He turned to Abel again and nodded to the box in his hands.

Abel casually glanced around at the crew before reverting to his human appearance. He ignored the whimperings of the man cowering on the deck, and he wondered why Lucien was being lenient, but then he realized Lucien would make the man wish for death instead. He was like that.

With a smile, Abel held out the box as if it were the finest of presents.

"Open it for me."

He shifted it to balance on one hand as he opened the lid, unable to resist the temptation to look inside.

Lucien smiled at Abel and lifted the seemingly understated piece of equipment from the box. Simple leather with half inch spikes secured in it. He fitted it onto his left hand, flexing his fingers to better get the feel of it.

His eyes widened at the sight of it before a bloodthirsty light appeared in his eyes. Oh this was going to be fun.

Abel felt something in his chest tighten at the sight of Lucien punishing the man. It was a very warm feeling and one that nearly brought tears to his eyes at the sight. No one had ever done anything like this before because of him. Not even Cain, the possessive bastard.

Lucien unraveled the leather ties with his teeth and glanced over at Abel. He frowned when noticing the faint sparkle of tears in the other man's eyes. Walking over to him, Lucien grasped him by the elbow, turning completely away from the man on the floor and the rest of the crew. They weren't important just now. What was important was getting his beauty back to their room to find out what was wrong.

He didn't resist, trying to blink back the tears, but he was just so happy that someone was willing to take care of him to the point of following through with their promised threats instead of passing things off. He hugged the wooden box to his chest, being careful not to hug too hard.

Lucien walked Abel back to the room, wondering the whole while what could be bothering him. He had been the one to go with making an example of the imbecile so that wasn't the issue. He opened the door, allowing Abel in first before locking it behind them. He pointed to the bed. "Go sit down before you fall over," he ordered. It came out a little more harshly than he had intended but that tended to happen when he was worried.

He nodded and moved over, a small smile on his face as he perched on the edge. Carefully, he placed the box on the floor by his feet. Then he wrapped his arms around his knees and laid his cheek on his knees, watching him and letting the tears fall.

Lucien frowned deeper and shed the blood covered shirt. He sat down on the bed, leaning his back against the massive headboard and stretching out his legs in front of him, just behind where Abel was sitting. "Come here to me, my beauty."

He turned and crawled up to stretch across the bed, resting his head in his master's lap.

Lucien's fingers sifted through Abel's hair almost as though they had a will of their own. "What troubles you, my lovely?"

He softly laughed. "I'm not troubled. Just very happy." He looked up at him, not dislodging Lucien's hand. "You carried out your promised threat. Not even Cain did that."

"Ah, I see. Why would that make you happy?" Lucien asked, his other hand reaching out to tilt Abel's face up so he could look at him.

"Because you did it for the simple fact he tried to touch me. No one else has ever done anything like that before, but you care about me enough to do it."

Lucien chuckled. "Of course I care about you, Abel. You wouldn't be in that collar if I didn't. Did you doubt that?"

He moved up to straddle his lap, curling close to him. "I think part of me did, waiting to see how things fell apart like they had before."

"What fell apart, my beauty? The situation with you and Cain?"

He nodded, his tears coming a bit faster now.

Lucien sighed, pulling Abel closer and wrapping both arms around the other man, securely anchoring him against his chest. "Abel, I am NOT Cain. I will never allow anyone to truly abuse you again. Not even yourself."

"I believe you," he whispered, clinging to him and feeling safe enough finally to let those emotions go, grieving for what had been.

"My sweet, injured beauty. If I'd truly realized how hurt you'd been I would have taken you much sooner than this."

"I don't think I could have left before. I had promised Catarina that I'd help her achieve her dream of peace.'

"It would have still been achieved. But not with you pretending and being kept under the Vatican's boot heel all this time. There are a myriad of ways to accomplish anything," Lucien said. "There is also the added fact I can accomplish things infinitely faster than even dear Catarina can. Though I'm fond of the girl, I don't have to fight my brothers to get something done."

He chuckled, a wet sound. "True."

Lucien shifted a little, the bleeding bit of garbage had made him hungrier than he'd realized and he needed to duck out for a quick bite. "Abel, my beauty, I need a bit of nourishment. You've had quite a harrowing evening and are perfectly welcome to remain here if you wish."

He nodded and shifted off of him before glancing at the cuffs he still wore. "Would it be okay if I didn't chain myself back down?"

"Perfectly acceptable. All things considered, it might actually be best if you remain free."

He nodded again and pressed a soft kiss to Lucien's lips. "I'll wait here for you."

"That will give me added incentive to return quickly," Lucien said before heading out the door.

He stood up long enough to slip out of his pants, folding them neatly on a chair, before curling back up on the bed, his arms around one of the pillows.

Lucien came back to the room a few hours later to find Abel asleep with his arms around one of the pillows. He smiled a little, hoping his beauty was having sweet dreams of him. He walked around the room, readying himself for bed and thinking. He'd eaten heavily tonight, knowing he would need to feed Abel as well. His eyes narrowed a little at the thought. There was no way in any of the hells another vampire would be donating to what was HIS.

He stirred, his instincts rousing him at the feel of another person in the room. An eye barely opened before he mumbled something into the pillow and closed it again, not waking at all. He was safe here.

Lucien smiled and reached out to touch Abel's hair. He was fast developing a fetish for that he thought, feeling slightly amused by it. "Abel, my lovely, you need to wake up for a few minutes."

He blinked up at him, still not fully awake but listening. "Master?"

"You were expecting someone else, perhaps?"

"Was hoping no one else was being stupid," he mumbled, leaning into his hand.

"I believe that happening again is improbable."

That got a rumbling purr and a shy grin.

Lucien again put his back against the headboard, pulling Abel along with him. "Come on, my lovely, you need to wake up fully for a while."

He made a small noise before yawning and rubbing his eyes, not resisting to the handling at all. "Why?"

"You need to feed."

He gave Lucien an adorably confused look. "Already?" He didn't think he needed to feed yet. Not on blood at least.

"Abel, you need to heal. You've been starving for ages now and that causes damage only blood can undo properly."

He ducked his head, but shifted enough to let his fangs drop. He hadn't given it much thought honestly, just knew that he couldn't feed while near the Vatican.

Lucien shifted his position a little, moving just enough to offer Abel his wrist.

He delicately slid his fangs through the thin skin there and moaned as the powerful blood slid down his throat. He could live like this forever, just drinking from Lucien. His back muscles twitched, but he managed to clamp down on the urge to spread his wings.

Lucien felt the muscles of Abel's back move and stroked his free hand along the place where his wings emerged. "Be what you are, my beauty," Lucien said into his ear.

He shivered and moaned, his back rolling into that touch before the skin rippled and tore slightly, allowing the ebon wings to emerge. Abel felt rather embarrassed about the state his wings were in, but he couldn't preen them fully in most areas.

"Tsk! You'll have to take better care of your wings than this, my fallen angel. It won't do for you to look as though you've just come from a fight."

He looked at him, a bit helpless since he wanted to answer but he didn't want to stop drinking.

"I think that's enough," Lucien said gently, knowing the effect his blood had on Abel. "If you don't stop now you'll be up and hyperactive all day."

He reluctantly pulled away, giving the wounds one last lick before he looked up at Lucien. "I tried taking care of my wings, but I can't reach all the spots."

"I'll help you with that. I must take good care of what belongs to me after all."

He ducked his head, curling closer to him as his wings twitched closed. "Thank you. For everything."

Lucien yawned a bit. "It was no hardship at all."

Abel nodded before shifting, gently urging Lucien to lay flat. "Sleep. I'll be here when you wake."

"Are you planning to sit there and watch me while I'm in torpor?" Lucien said, chuckling.

He shook his head. "I was thinking of getting solid food in a bit and then returning here before figuring out what I want to do as a hobby." He smiled. "maybe even curl up with you."

"Thank all the gods. I'd hoped you wouldn't just sit there staring at me the whole time. That would get boring in short order."

He shook his head. "I enjoy looking at you, but even I would get bored after a couple of hours."

"Obviously. Have a good day then."

He gently kissed his lips again. "Pleasant dreams, Master Lucien."

"Good day to you, my beautiful one."

He lay there, cuddled up next to Lucien until the Ancient One slipped into torpor.

True to his word, after a bit, Abel got up and put on pants before going to the galley. The crewman there was nice enough to fix a large meal for Abel before pointing out some of the books that the General brought along to distract himself on long trips. Abel thanked him and collected a few to read as he ate. Then, he carried the books back into the bedroom where he curled up sideways in a comfortable chair with his wings hooked over the arm as he continued reading, waiting for the sun to set.
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