Repent
Repent
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font-family:\"Microsoft Sans Serif\"\'>Title - Repent
Author - trowacko
font-family:\"Microsoft Sans Serif\"\'>Archive - http://www.trowacko.com
Rating - NC17
Warnings - Abel/Hugue
Disclaimers - i do not own Trinity Blood in any way,
nor do i make a claim to. no
profit, no harm done.
Author\'s note - this is a companion piece to a lovely fanart
lilboof did. check out the
A reward and punishment in one. That\'s what it was, and just how Abel liked it.
In his current state, that was. Gorging on a number of vampire prisoners had
kept his blood boiling for more, always more that it took time to come off the
high that came from gluttony. He opened the door, hoping to see one figure, but
at that point, any assassin would do.
Hugue.
Perfect.
"One of us has been naughty," he hissed quietly, standing just inside
the room\'s door. He dropped his robe next to it and crossed the room, clad only
in a pair of soft black trousers. The crime did not merit claiming the
assassin; it was only a reminder that pets had masters to answer to no matter
what their station.
"Get it over with," Hugue shot back.
Hands and feet fitted with black cuffs linked together behind his back with
chains made him bow slightly to keep the tension from chaffing. A large gold
collar fit around his neck, hiding a few scars when the others were bared for
inspection.
"You sound so cold when I even brought you a gift."
Shedding his trousers, he dropped to his knees next to Hugue\'s
body, running a hand appreciatively over a shoulder, down a sleek side to rest
against a firm hip. The trinket that had been tucked over one finger slipped
free, and Abel fingers caught it as it fell, slipping it over
Surprised, Hugue shifted to take a look, his frown
deepening when he saw the small string of beads. His eyes narrowed when he
caught sight of the small cross dangling from it.
"Get that thing off of me now."
Abel let his long hair cascade over his victim, rolling him on his back and
situating himself between Hugues\' legs. Looking up,
his smile was thin and deadly, long fangs portruding
in stark white against the deep hue of his blue skin.
"Bless me father, for I\'m about to sin--"
"Shut up!" Hugue closed his eyes. His legs
tried to straighten out, stopped when the chains between the wrist manacles
were pulled taut. "You\'re no more a priest than I am,
crusnik."
"We share the same lies," Abel replied, letting Hugue
seeing what was coming as his mouth parted to take in the cock.
"Don\'t do that--"
It was warm and soft in Abel\'s mouth at first, rolling easily between his lips.
His tongue encountered the beads, rolling over them one by one, and shoving the
cross\' sharp points against a rapidly hardening length. He heard nothing of
what Hugue cursed at him, intent on this one task.
The man\'s cock was thick enough to be appreciated, yet slim enough to fit
snugly between his long fangs; he imagined part of Hugue\'s
near panic at being sucked off was bred of those sharp points that had pierced
a number of vampire throats that night.
Wet whimpers filled the air, echoing off the bare walls. Within a few minutes,
no escape from what Abel did to him, and neither did Abel intend for the
assassin to escape at all. Not when the first taste was bitterly sweet with the
promise of pure mortal essence to come. Coaxing faster, he let his throat open
and plunged once more. That time, his name was wound into Hugue\'s
cry, shivers running over both their bodies when it echoed. In a moment of
sync, they froze, one in preperation, the other in
defeat.
Abel swallowed the essence that spilled into his mouth, laving
Pulling the ring off its prisoner, he let it dangle from one fang, held against
his chin by pressure alone. It was covered in white fluid that tainted both it
and Abel, dripping sin - or maybe it was redemption - against the cold floor.
Crawling up until he could lay himself on his side in front of
sated.
"The sins that warrant punishment such as ours are not to be taken
lightly. What were your sins, Hugue?"
Hugue watched a single drop fall to the floor,
knowing it would be cold long before it made its miniscule splatter. He fell
back, contemplative.
"Repent one\'s sins... It\'s said God forgives the penatent
man and fools while children are His bosom. Which are you, creature?"
Abel closed the distance between them, nuzzling against a hardened chin.
"The same as you, I\'d wager. Fool."
*just because it comes from the mind of a wacko, doesn\'t necessarily mean it\'s
insane*