The Trinity

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Title: The Trinity (AKA Pope smut)
Author: Boof
Fandom: Trinity Blood
Warning: The Pope gets F---ed...do you need more? NC17 FM MF MMF incest
Disclaimer: I don\'t know who owns Trinity Blood but it\'s not me. No profit, No harm.


Notes: I\'m going to hell for this ^_^ umm threesome
The pope is 18, I looked it up because i don\'t go for shota, but he acts like he\'s 12so I\'m not really sure where that leaves me?
I like Italian names they are fun to write and say.
Poor big brother, I have no pity for him ..maybe next time

enjoy~




Alessandro stood, looking pensively out the window. He was barely a man, yet all this was his kingdom and his word was second only to Gods. It didn\'t seem right to him, but there had been many young kings in ancient times that he wondered if they shared the same fate. Did those boys from long ago share the same problems? Did they feel lonely and unprepared? Did they need the guidance of council even if it meant…

\"Lady Catherina?\"

His thoughts interrupted by the arms of the woman behind him. Her hands wrapped around his narrow frame in what appeared to be a motherly hug.

He relaxed in her embrace; she was his mentor and pillar, the person he looked to when the world was scary. The day\'s worries slipped away as he secretly thought about her soft breasts behind his head. He knew it was forbidden, and fought his teenage instincts.

\"I thought you were very good tonight.\" Her strong voice was softer when inside his private chambers. She could loosen her armor inside these walls knowing that she didn\'t have to work for his respect. Her hands slipped down his waist, as if to straighten the folds of his robe in a caring and fussy way. \"I know our brother can be intimidating.\"

\"Thank you for standing up for me.\" He sounded nervous \"I wish I could be as strong as you.\"

He felt himself excited as her long fingers stroked his belly in slow circles. Half hard already, he had little hope of concealing his erection under the loose robes.

\"Don\'t worry, your Excellency. I\'ll show you how.\" Her head nested on top of his shoulder. \"I\'ll show you everything.\" Her words slipped down his ear, powder soft.

The boy was lost, he became stiff, and it showed even through the layers of clothes. Sacred robes meant to protect and cover had betrayed him; much like the office he held had betrayed him.

This wasn\'t the first time someone had touched him in a sinful way, so he wasn\'t all that surprised when her hand boldly slid between his legs. Her breath was warm as she continued to congratulate him and stoke his ego while she stroked his young cock.

With every breathless sigh she drew from him she knew more and more of his power was hers to play with. She gathered the fabric in her hands and shaped a pocket for him to thrust into.

\"The church says we can not kill.\" She whispered in his ear.

\"Ahh,\" He moaned unafraid, \"but we do.\"

\"For the church we kill. For its people we find the strength to sin.\" She turned in front of him and went down to her knees as if in genuflection.

\"I will show you my strength, I will show you my love…for the Church.\" She opened her mouth over the swell of clean, white linen.

\"Your Holiness, \" She said, after a moment of holding him, wetting him and staining him with her scarlet lips, \"please lift your robe.\"

She watched with sly eyes as the young man revealed himself to her. He was flawless, lean and smooth except for a few new curls at the base of his shaft.

\"I\'ll receive you. Let me be the vessel for your sins.\" Her tongue laved the wet head, drawing a sharp cry form the boy, and those lips that usually wore a scowl showed just how tight they could be as she clamped down on his cock.

He bucked widely inside the heat and softness of her mouth. The thought of releasing himself in between her red lips made him come all the quicker.

\"Un-gh! Sister!\"

His hands wrung the fabric of his robe; his muscles pulled tight and for that brief moment he felt like he was free. And while Lady Catherina moaned her approval, he whispered for forgiveness.

\'Oh God.\'

\"How generous of you to share his burden.\"

The booming voice of her brother echoed through the chamber and rang hot in her ears. Embarrassment flushed her cheeks but she remained as poised as always; even on her knees.
\"You have no right to judge. We are not so different, you and I.\"

\"No, we are not.\" He looked at the young Pope, whose robes were still up in the air as if he were waiting for someone to tell him to put them down. \"She wants to seduce you. She wants to rule through you.\"

\"It\'s not true!\" Catherina grabbed onto his slim thigh. She looked up at him with lovely eyes. \"You don\'t have to listen to him.\"

\"I know, Sister.\" He touched her cheek. \"But if I don\'t listen to you, if I don\'t listen to him, then who will I turn to? Who will I trust?\" He felt, in that moment, with her at his feet, what it must be like to wield a portion of the power given to him. It felt good.

He turned to Francesco. \"I am lost without you to show me the way.\" He still held the robes in his hands. They were heavy and awkward to remove but he did so with grace, bowing and slipping them over his small frame. Naked, he walked to the man who had first shown him the attention he craved. \"Can you not love each other the way you love me?\"

Catherina sobbed. \"You\'ve touched him!\" She shot daggers across the room at her half-brother.

\"No, Catherina. Replace jealously and anger with love, join us.\" He said as the taller man behind him wrapped his arms around his waist. \"We have never…I\'m a virgin. It would have seemed like a betrayal to the family. To you.\" A strong hand pushed on his belly and he was pulled closer to the body behind him. Suddenly, he was very aware of Francesco\'s intentions. By the morning those words would lose their truth.

They were the well intentioned words of a holly man. A strange mix of pride and rage filled her as she watched her brothers hold each other. Alessandro\'s soft, young eyes called to her and she he could not bear his pleading; it pulled her to her feet.

\"Catherina,\" Francesco snapped, stopping her in her tracks.

\"I know you\'re too proud to share.\" He spread his hands across Alessandro\'s belly, taking every opportunity to taunt his sister. \"You tasted our Alessandro, you drank him down like a street girl. \" He stretched out tanned fingers to tease, keeping the boy stiff and ready. \"But you can\'t watch this. You can\'t force yourself to stay because in the end you only think about yourself.\"

He gripped his brother\'s cock firmly, his rough thumb rubbing it back and forth over the tip.

Alessandro cried out.

Catherina fell to her knees in a puddle of red fabric. He was hers!

There was that feeling again. Alessandro savored the sight of her on the floor. He\'d discovered that her weakness was her fickleness. He\'d asked her do something outside of her limits and it had broken her. But he didn\'t want her broken. He just wanted to turn the table. He wanted to feel the way they did when they seduced him. If only he could get them all together? Oh, the thought of the two of them begging for his affection became a sweet rush of confidence.

\"Please,\" He called out in false desperation, stretching his hand out to her. \"I need you, don\'t leave me.\"

She watched her brothers, together.

Her heart sped as hers eyes fixed on Alessandro\'s writhing body. She knew she could not abandon him now.

She couldn\'t let Francesco steal him.

Her knees moved slowly, inching along and hampered by the dress that surrounded her. She could not look at Francesco, because she knew he was enjoying it. How pitiful she must have looked.

\"You\'re beautiful, Sister.\" A tender hand cupped her chin.

Alessandro was her light, as he should be. She licked at the tip of his cock, flicking her tongue in time with her other brother\'s movements.

Alessandro bit the finger he had been using to stifle his cries. Such sounds were never to be heard in this room. One last look at her kneeling in front of him was all he needed. His eyes clamped shut. Only to have them flutter open as they rolled back in his head. Blinding white-hot pleasure racked his small frame.

She heard Francesco laughing.

Her face was dirty and he mocked her.

There was no room for shame in their relationship. The gap between the two was already stuffed tight with tension and unreleased aggression. All of which was now made worse because of the boy in the middle - the boy who was sinking to his knees to join her.

\"Let me clean you?\" He asked her.

Sensitivity and compassion. She knew these were the traits that would make him a great man one day.

He leaned into her, slowly pushing her back.
She allowed it.

He kissed her chin, then ran his tongue slowly under her eye.

\"I\'ll be your bridge that ties the two of you together,\" he said licking the last bit of his essence from her porcelain skin.

His hands slowly pushed the miles of fabric over her knees.

\"So many things in the way.\" He sounded confused. But his hand bypassed the puzzle of snaps and strings and touched her center, making her want to close her knees.

\"Francesco can\'t see.\" Her cheeks flamed and for the first time she looked up at her more aggressive half. Her breath halted, unable to exhale. He looked at her like she had never seen a man look at her before. He did have a way of throwing his presence at people but she had never been as susceptible to it before as she was now.

Alessandro slipped a finger under the edge of her panties. He fond her warm, wet and slick. He hadn\'t known.

She stared back at Francesco- too ashamed to look at him, too proud to look away. Then she heard Alessandro\'s awed voice. He let them both know how wet she was and how he wanted to taste her. A gasp escaped her lips and she died inside when Francesco\'s tight lips curled up into a sneer.

Cool air surrounded her when Alessandro finally managed to remove her undergarments. His fingers teased her, touching but not in any meaningful way. She could sense his curiosity in the way he explored her. He grew more and more confident with every stroke. She wanted to cry out when he touched her inside, and if they were alone she might have.

The oldest of the three, began to undress. Clothes fell in layers at his feet until he wore nothing but long lines of tight muscles and golden skin. He was unfazed by his own exposure as he walked across the room to a tall, ornate cabinet. He took the bottle of oil from its secret hiding place and returned. The whole time, his eyes fixed on Catherina as if to dare her to keep looking.

She had piled the folds of her dress on her belly and could barely see over the top, but she saw Francesco kneel down behind her Alessandro. She saw his shoulder dip as his arm disappeared under the boy\'s body. She knew what was going to happen - as did Alessandro.

He kept his head between Catherina\'s knees but he could picture Francesco behind him, he would certainly have a look of determined concentration, maybe even a smile. He chanced a peek at Catherina\'s face and saw how she scowled at her brother.

Yes.

Through her disdainful eyes he saw how much Francesco was enjoying himself. Then he felt a heavy wetness on his skin.

Francesco drizzled the oil in the divot at the small of his back. He worked the oil in small circles, then drew a thick streak down through his cleft. Smearing it everywhere with large hands as he fondled the boy, but to no avail. Alessandro had vigorously given to them twice in a short time and he just had nothing left to give.

It wasn\'t really important however. The slow process of manipulation had been sped up by his sister\'s interference. She complicated the matter but he had a new plan. One that no longer required Alessandro\'s cooperation.

He wrapped his arms around Alessandro and lifted him to his knees. They sat back, Alessandro in his lap. He held him open in display for his sister. His free hand grasped hold of Alessandro\'s wrist, holding the boy\'s hand to his mouth.

\"Watch if you can.\" Clearly he was thinking more of her reaction then of the boy in his arms.

She sat up the instant she felt him gone. How dare Francesco pull him from her even as his fingers where still inside her. Her gaze fell upon his lithe body, twisted in her brother\'s arms. His legs were spread wide and he was small and soft, glistening with oil.

The young Pope looked back at Catherina, a bit of fear in his eyes. Perhaps he\'d acted too hastily when he sought to take them both on.

\"Alessandro?\" She whispered when their eyes met. She recognized the look of apprehension on his face. Something was wrong. Fierce eyes stared through Francesco.

\"Brother.\" She warned.

\"Your smell is intoxicating Catherina.\" He lewdly rubbed Alessandro\'s fingers, the ones that had touched her, across his face. Then to her horror, his tongued bathed them clean.

\"Sister, how can someone who tastes so sweet,\" he paused to lick his lips, \"be such a bitch?\"

\"Bastard!\" She lunged forward as if to strike. But froze when Alessandro screamed. Fear seized her heart as she watched his body pitch forward, away from the pain.

Francesco plunged two wet, rough, fingers in the boy\'s body. \"You can\'t keep coddling him Catherina.\" He spread his fingers, twisting them deeper.

\"He\'s not ready!\" The Cardinal\'s red gown fell to the floor with a whoosh of fabric and did not dare trip her this time, in fact, it seemed to moved out of her way as if it were afraid.

Alessandro had remembered the rewards his brother would pay him. How he would show his approval through his touch when he was pleased. And in his inexperience he could not have expected anything less then those gentle caresses of before. Now the pain rippled out from its source, a dull ache that lingered inside him.

\"It hurts, Brother.\"

The fingers widened him, causing tears to well and spill down his nose. He was about to become a casualty in the battle of wills he\'d started. So stupid, he cursed himself. His brother was too strong, too aggressive and too arrogant. Francesco would never lose face in front of the real power- Catherina.

\"Sister!\" He cried out of fear. He\'d been foolish to want to see her weak. She would save him…if he asked her to.

She saw Francesco lift the boy\'s virgin hips and it only took a second for her quick mind to conceive of a plan.

She curled back a carefully manicured hand and crashed it into the side of her brother\'s face.

\"Stop!\"

The punishment proceeded the order but she felt little pity - the effect had been the same. She snatched her younger brother, clutching him close to her.

\"I\'m sorry.\" Alessandro sobbed into her bosom. \"I didn\'t mean… why do we have to hate each other?\"

\"Because,\" Catherina replied, her voice low, \"only people who love each other could be so cruel.\"

She wanted to say what she knew to be true. That the Bishop\'s twisted ambitions had nothing to do with love. That he only had lust for power and those who held it. But she held her tongue because she knew that even though she meant to protect the Boy, she was as guilty as Francesco. It would have been hypocritical to deny that she was not one third of this Trinity. Power, Control and Fear, they each held a secret name.

\"Those who can\'t show love,\" she continued as she smoothed his soft brown hair, \"need to be shown it themselves.\" Her hard, serious eyes looked at the man on the floor but she didn\'t see him, all she saw was the problem. \"Wait here, Your Excellency.\"

There was nothing loving or soft about her when she approached the man on the floor.

\"Witch.\" He muttered as he held his cheek. The impact of her blow had cut him on the inside. He could taste blood.

Oh, he hated her so much.

She favored Alessandro and she denied him.

He hated them both.

Francesco watched her advance. Her hair was a tousled mess that seemed to move around her as if she controlled it with the force of her wrath.

He followed her eyes; her heated gaze made his cock jump.

He loved her.

Alessandro, naked on the floor, held himself for comfort. One finger slipped in his mouth and he absentmindedly sucked on its tip.

And he waited.

He waited and he watched in awe as his sister forcefully straddled his older brother. She lifted her dress to her waist, lowered herself down and let the red robes cover their legs like a shield.
He could only imagine what they were doing or what they were saying- he listened hard but could not make it out.

She sat on his stomach, feeling his impressive cock brush her ass. What had made Alessandro afraid secretly made her mouth water. She lent close to his ear and whispered.

\"What I do now is for his sake. And after you Fuck me you\'ll Fuck him. Slowly, and gently the way he deserves.\"

And with that she raised herself up and plunged him deep inside her.

He was large and thick; it was almost painful to be filled so completely. The slight fluttering of her dark eye lashes were the only sign of how it felt to have his intense heat flowing up through her.

\'Why does it feel this good?\'

\"Poorly played.\" She scolded playfully while rocking her hips in a rolling motion, slow and deliberate. \"You\'re always too fast to act. You should have walked away and bided your time.\"

\"Get off of me,\" he hissed back, even as he held her thighs in place.

\"You lost his trust, dear brother. So, you\'re going to cooperate now or I\'ll turn him against you completely. You\'re not to come first, understand?\"

Once she told him he couldn\'t, it was all he could think about. He threw his hips up to meet her half way and she rode him rough, like a whore. The feeling built and built until it had no where to go. He mashed his teeth; his eyes looked around the room searching for a distraction. They fell on Alessandro, who was on his knees - one hand in his mouth and the other between his legs. He started to pray.

She was losing her mind to the rhythm and tempo of their movements. Heat flushed across her entire body. The dress was suffocating her and she became desperate to get it off.

\"Alessandro!\"

Her hands tore at the cowl around her neck, and the jacket slipped off her shoulders with ease but the under-dress would need to be untied from the back.

\"Alessandro, come here!\" The deeper male voice bounced of the walls in the stately bed chamber.

The boy reacted instantly, clumsily running to them before he was even upright.

\"Off.\" She wheezed over and over. \"Take it off.\"

His undid the knot and the laces of the bodice. They came free on their own as she pulled the dress lose from the front.

She raised her hands up while Alessandro lifted the heavy piece over her head. Fresh air hit her like a shock, cooling her fevered skin and pulling a long breathless, \"Thank you.\" from her parted lips.

She resumed sliding him in and out of her, with no more barriers between their bodies to get in the way. There was no need to hide her pleasure anymore. In fact she wanted them both to see what they had unleashed in her.

\"More!\" She cried demandingly, letting them both know that they were now hers for the taking.

Francesco had no where to turn. Even with his eyes closed he could see Catherina above him, her gold hair and pale breasts moving as she did. And when he opened his eyes all he could see was his little brother, his hands on those breasts, rolling her hard nipples between thumb and forefinger.

He was outwardly seething as he fought off his orgasm. Suppressing wave after wave, forcing them down where they would form cramps of extraordinary pain.

\"Faster.\"

He raised his knees behind her and lifted his hips. He could see her face was pulled tight, she was close, he thought as he rolled his index finger in his mouth. Not that he needed to, she was more then wet enough. He found the spot that would undo all her defenses. Her rubbed her with short, fast strokes; watching as her beautiful face contorted and her body froze in place.

Her mouthed opened.

She wanted to scream.

But her lungs locked their breath inside. Her heart was next, surely it must have stopped as well. In fact, not a single cell in her body move until she was finished. It was like being on the cusp of death. Then, all to quickly, the feeling of perfect stillness faded and she was again a sweaty, tired, mortal.

\"On the bed.\" She panted. \"Take him to the bed.\" She pointed with a tapered finger.

\"In a minute.\" Francesco whined in a shaky voice.

\"Useless.\" She scoffed to herself as she pulled free of him and made her way to the bed, still in heels.

The bed was a welcome sight after spending so much time on the floor. Had the historic relics of this room ever seen such acts? She thought as she climbed on to the mattress.

\"Alessandro.\" She beckoned him closer, her voice still soft from the relaxing effects of the euphoria. \"Come lay with me.\"

She held him in her arms, solidifying her place as protector and caretaker. \"It\'s Ok, I\'m here.\" She soothed the fears away as his older brother approached the bed.

Alessandro crawled between her legs, turning to let her arms wrap around his chest.

\"But…\"

His heart raced as Francesco\'s weight sunk into the matters. He was like a large animal that was going to get him, and eat him alive.

\"Shh.\" She turned his head with a finger under his chin and kissed his forehead. \"Open your legs Alessandro.\" She placed the Boys hands under his knees and showed him how to pull them to his chest.

\"Like this. Let him see.\"

He did as she bid because her word was the one he followed. But soon he would be lost to them both, nestled somewhere between sin and salvation.

Warm breath brushed over him, awakening his excitement. He spread his legs wide to allow his brothers mouth to lick over his sleeping cock, taking it whole into his mouth.

\"Good Boy.\" His sister whispered in his ear as her fingers played over his nipples.

Francesco suckled the boys cock, feeling it thicken in his mouth. His fingers worked lower to find the oil had soaked in to his butter soft skin. More oil would be needed.

He frowned.

\"Looking for this.\" The woman\'s hand uncurled in front of his face. With his mouth still occupied, he looked up to see her amused eyes smiling back at him. He cursed her name around Alessandro\'s erection but took the vile from her anyway.

Francesco clamped his lips down and pulled from the base to the tip, coaxing every bit a length out of the boy- who let out small whimpers as he did. He released him with a wet pop, watching in surprise as his sister\'s hand immediately picked up where he left off.

\"You spoil him.\" Francesco said under his breath.

He sat back and let a few drops fall from the bottle, anointing his younger brothers ass with the slick oil. He used well more then was needed because Catherina\'s watchful eyes were making sure he took every precaution. He slicked his fingers with the excess, working them around the sensitive pucker of skin. He pushed at it, gently this time, but Alessandro still resisted him; he discovered the memory does not forgive easily.

\"Stop fighting me!\" He said harshly.

\"Don\'t yell at him!\" Catherina snapped back.

\"He\'s too tight.\" He said with a look that meant \'fix him.\'

\"I\'m not afraid.\" Alessandro pronounced. \"I\'m not afraid of you.\" He held Catherina\'s hand. \"Tell him… tell him I\'m not afraid.\"

\"You are very brave.\" She squeezed his hand back. \"Go ahead, tell him what you want.\"

\"Ok.\" Alessandro nodded. \"I want you to…ahhh!\" He trailed off as his brother pushed a well timed finger inside of him.

\"Dirty…very dirty.\" Catherina rolled her eyes at Francesco\'s sneaky but effective tactics.

The young Pontiff moaned wantonly as he was stroked from the inside. He remembered this feeling.

\"I want.\" He pushed his hips forward, taking in more of the thin finger. \"I want you to love me.\" The clear pain in his voice made even the hardened Bishop look up. \"Please, please don\'t hate me.\"

\"I don\'t hate you! How could you be so stupid?\" Francesco knew if he looked at his sister she would just look back at him with disapproval as usual. So he didn\'t bother.

\"We both want to make you feel loved.\" She licked the edge of his ear.

\"I\'m not afraid.\" He closed his eyes to the sensation and rolled his head against her shoulder. \"I want more. I want what you had.\"

Francesco quickly slicked his aching cock with the oil. God, it was sensitive to the touch. He\'d waited so long that he\'d almost gotten used to the feeling of frustration and pain.
He slid between those inviting milky white thighs and angled the boys hips a little higher.

Catherina\'s gaze fixed intently on her brother\'s. Her chest heaved against Alessandro\'s back and she felt a familiar tightness wrapping around her nerves.

\"Be kind, Brother.\"

With her permission he pushed- so slow, so-very-God-Damn-slow. All he could think of was forcing his way inside. Neither could really stop him but it was a matter of control at this point, both over himself and the Vatican. Little by little he felt the virgin ring grant him entry and then suddenly it was done.

\"I hurts,\" young Alessandro whined and squirmed uncomfortably.

\"I know.\" She pumped his cock, rounding her thumb over the tip, which he seemed to like. Then silently dipped her head to Francesco in approval.

Even though he cried out, Francesco continued to sink deeper and deeper. His hands pushed Alessandro\'s knees closer to his chest, then he grabbed him by the hips. In and out he slid, slowly, letting Alessandro adjust to the feeling. When he could move more freely, he did so, with skill.

\"Is he tight?\" Catherina teased softly, partially because she liked tormenting him, and to satisfy her own curiosity. \"Does it feel wonderful to Fuck our brother?\"

\"Enough Catherina.\" Francesco narrowed his focus to one thing, not coming first.

\"I can tell you sister.\" Alessandro said breathlessly. \"It feels good.\" He squeaked out between thrusts. His hands grasped at the air. His voice trembled. \"I think…\" He tried to warn.

His warning became an invitation to lay siege to his body. They both worked to overwhelm his senses. Francesco thrust into him harder and faster then ever, knowing that the line between pleasure and pain was indistinguishable at this point.

Catherina worked his hard cock in her long fingers, nails grazed his soft skin.

\"Yes come. Come for me, \" she whispered.

She might have to share her Alessandro but if she could help it he would always come in her hands…not his.

\"Ahhh Oh God! \" He screamed out, arching his back and crushing his hips into Francesco\'s. Is this the way it would always be, if the three of them went to hell for this? That\'s what he thought of as he came for the third time that night. And if he really believed in their God it might have worried him. But even he was not so naive.

His brother\'s cock twitched inside of him and he could feel the hot fluid spilling everywhere. To his amazement Francesco, the man who he could never hope to please, called out his name in a long guttural cry.

The three crumpled in a boneless heap of arms and legs. Faces rested against one another, exchanging breath and heat, so close that they almost…

No.

Nothing as intimate as a kiss would pass between them. Because this was neither love nor sin.

This was simply politics.