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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 swam up from the depths of his enforced sleep and stretched lazily. He rolled to one side and spotted Abel lounging in the big armchair. Now, that was a lovely thing to see first thing in the evening, he thought.

Abel glanced up from his borrowed book with a smile. "Good evening. Sleep well?"

"Perfectly well, thank you," Lucien said, sitting up and stretching properly. "How was your day?"

"Not too bad. Had a nice meal and then came back here." He nodded to the few books piled next to him. "I borrowed a few books."

"Did you read all of them today?" Lucien asked, sounding amused.

He nodded, a bit embarrassed. "I didn't want to start thinking too much and they're a good distraction."

Lucien got up and walked over to the chair, leaning down to pick up one of the books. "One of the most amazing things, the written word. So many take it for granted but I remember a time when only a select few were allowed to even have these in their possession."

He smiled and closed his current book. "And so much was lost during Armageddon, people burning books just to stay warm some days because it was the only things they had to burn."

"True enough. So, my beauty, which is your favorite from these?"

He looked down at the books before picking up a book on various plants and flowers. "This one."

"Hmmm. Perhaps you can assist in the greenhouses at the estate."

"That would be nice. To watch things grow instead of destroy them."

"Indeed it is," Lucien said, going to his armoire to select clothing for the evening.

He remained in the chair, content to watch him. "When are we going to get wherever it is that we're going?"

"In a few days," Lucien said, frowning at the almost all black wardrobe.

He chuckled. "Not interested in wearing black right now?"

"I've just now realized it's all I have at the moment. Rather limiting of me actually."

He chuckled. "Maybe you can get some other colors at wherever we're going." He tilted his head. "Or you could wear a few of the things you bought for me."

"Those things were tailored for you, my beauty. I doubt I'd look good in them. Black it is then," he said, pulling things out and heading toward the bathroom for a shower.

He laughed and unfolded himself from the chair to follow him, enjoying the chance to watch him.

Lucien glanced over his shoulder, knowing Abel would follow him without being told to. "You do realize you're washing my back."

He grinned and shifted back to his human form. "As my master wishes," he teased.

"Hmmm," Lucien hummed. "I believe this requires a proper bath then," he said, veering off slightly from the bathroom door to the other one, set into the wall's grooved paneling so it wasn't noticeable.

He continued following him, very curious at this point.

Lucien grinned a little, stepping to one side after opening the door to let Abel into the room. It was a very small scale replica of one of the Roman baths, complete with gold veined marble.

He looked around with a purr and a smile. "It's lovely," he replied before reaching back to braid his hair and pin it out of the way to keep it from getting wet.

Lucien looked around as though seeing the room for the first time. "It is. I was feeling a bit nostalgic when I had it built, I'm afraid."

"There's nothing wrong with that. Especially if it leads to something like this."

"Indeed," Lucien said, stripping out of his dayclothes.

He moved over and assisted in undressing him, a small smile on his face as he folded the clothes to neatly place to one side.

Lucien grinned and sank into the hot water with a sigh. "Ah, marvelous. A good bath, beautiful attendant. What more can a man ask?

Abel smiled and moved over to fetch the washcloth and soap. "I could think of something else," he mused, slipping into the water to start washing his master with a firm touch so as to not tickle.

"Really? What might that be, my beauty?"

He leaned in and kissed Lucien, slow, deep and full of passion. "Sex."

Lucien chuckled. This was going to be entertaining, he thought. "Indeed? I think you were at the Vatican too long and were starved in more than one aspect."

"Since long before the Vatican actually." Now a blush did stain his cheeks. "I haven't been with another since Cain."

"Ah. That explains much. It also reinforces my original plan."

He tilted his head and looked at him. "What plan is that?"

"To wait until you've healed before taking you."

He pouted. "But why?" He didn't want to wait to feel Lucien claim him.

"It's quite simple, really. I'm selfish. I want all of you, not just the broken pieces, my beauty," he said, playing with a strand of Abel's hair that had slipped free. "Add to it that anticipation is its own form of foreplay."

He curled closer, nuzzling his neck and jaw. "But I don't want to wait. I want to feel you all the time, claiming me with your body until I can't sit properly."

Lucien chuckled. "Impatient beauty. Have no fear, when the time comes you won't sit or walk comfortably for at least a week."

He opened his mouth to say something before shutting it with a slight snap of teeth. No, he wouldn't guilt Lucien into taking him.

Lucien laughed outright at the look on the other man's face. Yes, this was going to be highly entertaining.

"May I continue to pleasure you?" he asked, hoping they could share that at least.

"Naturally. However, first, I want to see you pleasure yourself. Since you started without me last time and I only caught the very end of the performance."

He nodded and placed a small kiss on Lucien's jaw. "After I wash you."

Lucien grinned again and leaned back in the tub.

Abel shifted backwards and started working on getting his master clean, being careful not to get his collar wet.

Lucien smiled a little to himself and wondered how long it would take for Abel to try to seduce him.

He gently raised each leg, lavishing attention on it before wiping the soap off with water, his touches soft. He was turning a few things over in his mind, trying to formulate a plan.

Lucien could almost see the cogs working in his beauty's head. This should be an interesting cat and mouse game. He also thought he had just the punishment for when Abel did try to push things faster than he intended for them to go.

Guilt trips and emotional blackmail were Cain's thing. Abel would *not* do anything like that to Lucien. At least not deliberately. No, he would have to be sneaky and careful about how he did this. Perhaps, a quiet, romantic evening together with a bottle of bloodwine and some conversation?

"Are you quite finished washing all of my body parts, my beauty?"

He smiled. "Just one left," he remarked, letting his hand drift up Lucien's thigh.

"Make certain you wash that part particularly well."

He purred and took extra care in washing his groin, making his touch a bit lighter to tease and tempt.

Lucien pulled Abel's hand away, mildly enjoying the look of consternation on his beauty's face. "I think that is sufficient. Now, weren't you told to do something?"

He placed the cloth off to one side and gave a small, lustful smile as he moved across the tub to perch on the edge, making sure Lucien could see him. "Yes, Master Lucien."

Lucien settled back on the opposite edge of the tub to get a good view.

He spread his legs, leaning back on one hand as he started stroking himself, staring at Lucien and letting him fill his fantasies.

Lucien's head tilted to the side a bit, enjoying the show. He chuckled to himself, it would be so easy to slide between those lovely spread thighs but that wouldn't do just now.

He purred and continued watching him for a bit before he shifted to lie down, still ensuring that Lucien could see easily before his other hand came up to tweak a nipple, rolling it between his fingers and getting a moan.

Lucien chuckled again as he had a very dark and evil thought. "I think you know where your other hand needs to be, my beauty, and it isn't on your chest."

That got a shiver and Abel looked at him with hot eyes before reaching down behind his leg to brush at his opening. He used the hand he had been stroking himself with to lift his balls out of the way, providing a clear view.

Lucien sat forward a little, getting a better viewing angle. "Well?"

He shivered again and slipped a finger into himself. "Like this, Master Lucien?" He gasped, his voice slightly breathy as he started moving his finger, pretending it was Lucien's.

"Excellent. Do you wish it was my hand, my beauty?"

"Yes, Master Lucien." He continued teasing himself before adding a second finger.

"That is how it should be," Lucien said, smiling wickedly. "Do you fantasize about me, my lovely? About me chaining you up and whipping you? Then fucking you until you can no longer move?" He knew it was utterly evil but it was just so damn much fun.

"Yes!" he gasped, his back arched a bit and his cock twitched at those words. He groaned and started moving his hips on his hand. "All of it. Want you. Want to be *owned* completely by you."

"You are owned by me, Abel. Every strand of hair on your head to the bottom of your feet belongs to me alone. Do you want me inside of you, my lovely?"

He shuddered hard at those words before he looked at Lucien, his eyes flickering with red. "Yes, master Lucien. Want to feel you taking me, claiming me fully."

Lucien drifted toward his beauty through the water. He had a plan that would probably send his lovely straight over the edge he was on. He ran his hands along Abel's spread legs lightly, waiting for him to realize he was there.

He gasped, eyes wide as he stared at Lucien before softly mewling. His legs trembled under that welcome touch before spreading wider, inviting him to partake of Abel's body if he wished.

Lucien smiled and ran the tip of his tongue along the inside of Abel's thigh. He again gave the other man no warning before sinking his fangs deep into the femoral artery.

He shrieked, his back bowing, as he peaked. His eyes were wide as he stared at nothing, every muscle locked, as his pleasure swept over him, nearly pulling him under before he collapsed against the floor with a small mewl.

Lucien backed his teeth out of Abel's flesh, sealing the bite wound. He heaved himself from the tub, knees on either side of Abel's hips but not putting his weight down as he watched the last bits of pleasure sweep across his beauty's face.

He reached up to pull him down for a kiss, still twitching a bit from the intense climax.

Lucien smiled against Abel's lips. This was going to put him in frustration for ages but it would be worth the wait, he thought. He then put his will toward getting a certain wayward body part under control.

He kissed Lucien one last time before starting to move down his body. Only fair after all.

Lucien's eyebrows went up slightly. "What do you think you're doing, my beauty?"

He glanced up at him. "Sharing the pleasure."

"I don't recall telling you to do that but go ahead. You do know you'll be punished afterward."

He frowned slightly. "But why?"

"Because you, my beauty, must learn."

"But you've got to be uncomfortable. I just wanted to share with you." He was trying hard not to whine or sound like Cain when he wanted something, but Abel felt as if he was failing miserably.

"I am, my lovely. However, you need to know to wait until I give you some signal to proceed. Now, get in the water while I sit on the edge of the tub."

"Oh." He hadn't known that, but now he did. He'd make sure he didn't make that mistake again. He shifted and sank into the water, waiting patiently.

Lucien slid to the edge of the tub and let his legs fall apart so Abel could slide between them comfortably. “Now, you may proceed.”

Keeping his eyes, Abel settled between the spread legs and licked the water off of the soft flesh before taking Lucien into his mouth. It was easier to take all of him this time, the old instincts he had learned with Cain returning.

Lucien leaned back on both hands, keeping them out of the way. He smiled down at the top of Abel's head and sighed happily.

He was careful to keep his teeth away, not knowing if Lucien liked a bit of pain with his pleasure or if he preferred all pleasure like this. A faint blush spread across his cheeks as he thought about the image he must make, pleasuring his master like some ancient wine bearer.

"You enjoy this, don't you, my beauty. You enjoyed my watching you almost as much as you're enjoying the feel of me in your mouth."

That got a lusty moan around hard flesh, and he managed to look up at him, the red glow still in his eyes.

That moan sent good shivers down his flesh. "Yes. That is marvelous, my beauty."

He sucked harder, making wet noises along with the occasional moan. He could live like this forever, his master in his mouth and receiving the pleasure Abel gave him.

"Perfect," Lucien purred, shifting to run one hand down Abel's back.

He rolled his back up into that touch, almost greedy for it, and redoubled his efforts, wanting his master to peak so he could taste him again.

"Show me your wings, my fallen angel."

That got a shiver, and he spread his wings, being extra careful with his fangs.

That got a moan from Lucien and he again asked, "Spit or swallow, Abel?"

He took him fully into his mouth, showing his preference. He enjoyed tasting Lucien.

Lucien sat back on his hands again as pleasure swept away rational thought.

He swallowed everything down before gently cleaning Lucien off with his tongue. Then, he rested his head on a muscular thigh and purred, softly, enjoying the taste of his master.

'You are getting entirely too good at that, Abel."

"I like tasting you. All of you." He started up at Lucien, his eyes honest.

"That is good to know, since you'll doubtlessly get bored of the taste eventually."

He shook his head. "Not when it's your taste."

"I'm happy to hear that. Now, what shall we do for the rest of the evening?" Lucien asked, leaning back on his hands again.

"Aside from my punishment, we can talk and get fully caught up now that I don't have to be careful about my words," Abel offered, looking up at him. "Maybe you can explain your rules for me more fully too. That way I'll know where my boundaries are." And later, he could test those same boundaries.

"That sounds like an excellent idea, my beauty."

He slowly rose to his feet, watching to see if he was out of line, before he gently kissed Lucien's lips.

Lucien wrapped an arm around him and pulled him up and out of the water. "Let's get you dry and into some clothing, my beauty."

He nodded, climbing out of the water to grab a towel before turning back to Lucien, ready to dry him off.

Lucien sighed. He'd meant for Abel to dry himself off but shrugged. If his beauty wanted to dry him first, who was he to argue. At least not at the moment.

He quickly dried Lucien off, making sure he didn't miss any water, before he turned the towel on himself and easily dried off as much as he could. His wings were wet and would take a bit to dry but that couldn't be helped.

"Shake them out properly, Abel. They need to have the water out of them a bit so I can help you with them."

He nodded and knelt on his hands and knees before flapping his wings furiously, trying to get as much water out as possible.

Lucien laughed, he was wet again and so was everything else. He didn't comment though as he walked around Abel and began smoothing the ruffled and bent feathers down in places he knew the other man couldn't reach.

He shivered and purred, stretching his wings as wide as possible as he felt those fingers straighten itchy feathers while removing the loose ones that he couldn't reach no matter how he twisted. It felt very nice.

"Tsk! When was the last time anyone helped you with this?"

"Catarina tried, but she couldn't get them flat enough," he purred, kneading the floor under his hands like a giant feline.

"The gods above and below bless that girl, at least she tried. Seth didn't help you with them?"

He ducked his head. "The one time I was in the Empire, we didn't have a lot of time together. Before, we were trying to stop the Order from assassinating the Empress and after, she was answering a whole lot of questions about why she was hiding her identity from her subjects."

"I can see I'm going to have to have a long talk with the Empress about this."

"It's not really her fault. I could have talked to her more, but I didn't want to interrupt or bother her when she was ruling." He didn't want to get Seth in trouble for his own actions.

"Why do I get the feeling you're leaving something out of this story, Abel?"

He closed his eyes and bowed his head. "The Rosen Kruenz Order and their leader, Mein Herr Contra Mundi, are still out there." A bitter laugh slipped out of him. "Apparently, just shoving Cain out the airlock wasn't enough to kill him."

"You thought it would be? Abel, you were all engineered to withstand a nuclear bomb blast at ground zero. Didn't you know that?"

His head whipped around to stare at Lucien in surprise. "What?"

Lucien nodded. "It's all in your files. Cain surely knew about it since the only way to really kill any of you is to sever the spinal cord and that’s exactly what he did with Lilith."

Abel sat back on his heels, a stunned look on his face. "I didn't know. I wasn't in much of a state to go looking for the files, but I figured falling to Earth through atmo would kill him."

"No. It would have burned him to a crisp but not killed him. Even if he went into torpor instantly and hit the ground at the rate of a meteor it wouldn't have killed him. Only damaged his body greatly."

He snarled, mad at himself for not finding out the information first. "Fuck. I just delayed the bastard by about nine hundred years."

"Why is that a detriment? Abel, what are you thinking?"

He turned and stared at Lucien. "The Contra Mundi is Cain. He's been trying to restart Armageddon so that when the Methuselah and the humans are decimated, he can sweep in and set up shop as a living god." He snorted. "Of course, he also wants my body. Not in his bed, but to set up shop in."

"Ah. Then his body was damaged beyond repair."

He sighed, slumping and suddenly feeling very ancient. "Probably. I didn't find out that it was him until one of his lackeys used that motto of his as the destruction code for the Star of Sorrow satellite."

"Abel, what are you so afraid of?" Lucien asked, eyeing him shrewdly. He knew his beauty well enough to read all of the nonverbal clues as well as his body language when he'd spoken about Cain.

He looked at Lucien. "I'm afraid I won't be able to stop him if he comes for me. I'm afraid he will be able to use our connection against me." He let out a small laugh. "I'm afraid I won't be strong enough to kill him like I should have all those years ago."

Lucien sighed heavily. "Do you think he's stronger than you are? Even now with his body damaged?"

"He's always been the strong one between us." He sighed and folded his hands in his lap. "I don't want to hesitate at the wrong time, because I know that is all it would take, one split second of hesitation and he would see the opening."

"I can see I need to explain a few things to you about what you are capable of, Abel," Lucien said. He reached out and took Abel's chin in his hand, forcing him to look up at him. "Cain will NEVER take you. Do you know why?"

"No I don't. Other than the fact you'll probably kill him for daring." It was the only thing he could think of.

Lucien smiled wickedly. "Indeed I shall if he makes the attempt. Slowly and as painfully as I can muster."

"Is there another reason?" Lucien had mentioned what Abel was capable of after all.

"Come and dress. This looks to be a lengthy conversation, my beauty. Your punishment can wait until later as well."

He nodded before glancing at his wings. "Um, should I put them away?"

"I enjoy them. However, it's your decision."

"Then I'll leave them out." If Lucien liked them, that was good enough for him. He rose to his feet and moved over to find a pair of pants to wear.

Lucien sighed and scratched the back of his neck. This really did look to be a long conversation and he wondered what his beauty thought of himself. He would have to find out Abel's mind set concerning his own abilities then fill in the blanks or correct any misconceptions he had. There were bound to be many. Cain himself would have put a number of them into Abel's head as a control measure.

He slipped on a pair of pants and fastened them up. He wondered of Lucien would let him get some nice, comfortable jeans to wear in the greenhouse and gardens. He glanced over at Lucien, tilting his head a bit as he unpinned his hair. "Where shall we have this discussion?"

"In front of the fire, of course. Did you need something to eat?"

He nodded. "Something to nibble on. I had a couple of large meals earlier."

"Fine."

He nodded again, a small smile on his face. "Thank you. Would you like some bloodwine for yourself?"

"That would be lovely, thank you."

"I'll be right back then." He turned to go fetch the food as well as the wine and a glass for Lucien. Maybe some tea for himself.
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