The Bitter Taste of Victory

TRINITY BLOOD
The Bitter Taste of Victory


Narr: Abel is on the hunt against another vampire, but this one seeks more than just his life. When it is comes down to it all....will Abel be able to succeed in his victory or give in to temptation?

Warning: Oneshot, NC-17 (to be on the safe side), M/M, yaoi, rape (willing), violence, Male Domination, smut, angst (I think I got it all).

Special Note: I normally try my best to have all my stories have an actual plot, and keep in characterization to my best ability....even a smut fic. This is my very first attempt at Trinity Blood, and I've only read one manga and watched 2 DVDs of the story.....so be easy on me. ;)

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"Lord Vryllian....in the name of the father, the son, and the holy spirit, I place you under arrest on the charges of kidnapping, mass murder, torturing, and theft of blood. May I have your surrender?", Abel asked the Methuselah, who was surrounded by his pile of dead victims.

Blood was everywhere and the house was a shambles. Lord Vryllian was well known for making sure his prey were begging for death by the time he was done.

Normally, every time Father Nightroad ran into those he had to arrest or kill, they looked upon him with loathing and hate. Yet, Lord Vryllian was not your typical vampire. Upon Abel's arrival, he seemed thrilled beyond anything.

"What a pleasant surprise to have finally attracted a Vatican to my doorstep. There is nothing more delicious than tasting a priest of the church. I have only had one, once....and it was a night to remember", he stated, licking his lips.

Abel paused in the vampire's declaration, as he adjusted his glasses, stating, "Oh. Well, that changes everything. I guess I'll also have to add the charge of confessing to the murder of an officer of god. I'm afraid that makes this much worst for you, Lord Vryllian."

Vryllian laughed like a maniac and leaped at the priest, as an inhuman tendril branched out of the vampire's shoulder like a second arm.

Abel's eyes widened at the sight and began to move, but he suddenly hesitated as his mind quickly calculated where it was supposed to strike, and to his surprise......it wouldn't end up hitting him.

The tendril smashed deep into the wall to the left of him, as Vryllian's left hand slammed to the right of Abel, technically boxing him in.

Father Nightroad calmly stated, "I think you missed."

Vryllian sneered coldly, answering, "Since you charged me with torture, I'm assuming you know quite a lot about me. So, it should come to no surprise to you that I don't intend on killing you that quickly. Oh, no.....someone as special as a Vatican I'm going to enjoy every aspect of before I finally kill you."

He grabbed at Abel's hands, pinning him against the wall, as his head approached his throat, whispering, "How I've longed to taste a priest once more....."

Abel raised an eyebrow, never having a vampire attempt to bite him before. Normally, they were smart enough not to try and keep a Vatican alive long enough to bite one....well aware of the threat they posed to them.

Unexpectedly, Vryllian was surprised to find the priest he had pinned suddenly pushing forward with enough strength to force him back. 'A Terran with the strength of a Methuselah?', he thought, as Abel twisted, then quickly tossed him back into the center of the room.

He wiped his brow, saying, "Well, now you've done it. Now, I'm forced to add 'attempted' blood theft to the charges. If you keep this up, you're just going to keep racking up charges against you. I highly advise that you surrender. Don't make me have to use force."

"You will die, Vatican, before this night has ended!", the Vampire spat psychotically at him.

"Very well", he said, drawing his 'peace keeper' and shooting 3 rounds at the vampire, who had successfully dodged every single time.

Abel was beginning to think that maybe he could take this one down without having to transform into his Crusnik form for once, until Vryllian pulled off the special ability that he had.

In an instant, he seemed to vanish. Abel looked around, wondering if he simply moved so fast, that he was unable to track him.

It was a blink ability he had, which he used to blink directly above the Vatican, then flipped in the air....expertly kicking the gun from Abel's hand and sending it flying towards one corner of the room.

He looked up in surprise, as the other foot came down, kicking Abel hard in the face and causing him to also be launched, but in the opposite direction which the gun was tossed.

He fell, tumbled, and finally collapsed in a heap. Abel groaned weakly as he pushed himself up to his hands and knees, looking up at the Vampire, then glanced over at where his gun was.

"You're very good, Abel Nightroad", he said, knowing his name since he so graciously told it to him when he first came in, before spouting off the charges against him. "But for a Vatican, I had expected no less. Though I admit, a Vatican with the strength to rival a Methuselah I found rather impressive. You never know what the church may have next up their sleeves."

He then grabbed Abel harshly by his robes before he could get up, and launched him again.....sending him flying back to the original section of the room.

Abel fell again, spouting off a pain-filled grunt as a spat of blood left his mouth. He adjusted his glasses, then managed to pull himself back up to a stand, much to the vampire's delight, as he inched his way towards where the gun was. "You're only making this harder on yourself, Lord Vryllian", he said.

It was a good thing Abel was so good at taking a beating. So far, the damage he could shrug off quite easily. He had gotten much worst than that from past arrests. But, he was also certain there was more to come. If Abel really wanted to, he could change to his Crusnik form and stop this instantly. But honestly, if there was another way.....he really wished to be able to take this one in, without having to kill the vampire for once.

"It's amazing just how resilient you priests can be. I guess it is a blessing from above", he laughed. "A blessing for me, anyway......if you died that easily, it wouldn't be any fun!"

At Vryllian's statement, Abel felt he was close enough to make a dive for his gun and that's exactly what he did. Sadly though, Vryllian blinked again and was now standing right where the gun was with his foot on top of it.

Abel froze in shock over this predicament. 'No.....he couldn't have moved that fast!', he thought. 'How is he doing that?'

The foot not stepping on the gun kicked him hard in the face for a second time, making him fly backwards. He landed on his back, as his hand wiped at the nose bleed it had caused.

"I can smell your blood from here, Vatican", Vryllian said, and once again disappeared before his eyes.

When Vryllian reappeared....he was literally right ontop of him, surprising Abel with his sudden invasion of space, as he realized it was not movement at all....instead it was some sort of teleportation.

"That's right.....I'm not moving that fast. It is a special ability which I call blinking", Vryllian explained. "The distance is limited, but still quite effective against my victims. But, don't worry, Abel Nightroad.....it's not a painful torture I intend to inflict upon you, as I have done to my normal prey. Since you are a priest, you are deserving of far better than that. I will make sure you get to enjoy this as much as I will. So, then when you die, god may even question if he should let you through his gates.....", Vryllian breathed.

".....what?", Father Nightroad asked, not understanding.

Vryllian came closer to his face, their noses almost touching. He then drew his tongue out licking Abel from his lips to the tip of his nose.

Abel's eyes widened, finding the gesture strangely suggestive.

"Ahh, yes", he whispered to him. "Just as I thought.....your blood is just as sweet as I knew it would be."

'Blood?', he thought. 'Oh, yeah......the bloody nose', he then realized. But the hand of the vampire had now also landed on his front and softly moving up his stomach.

His mind told him to throw him off and make a dash for his gun. His eyes also spotted that one of Vryllians's victims seemed to have had a silver dagger that was laying on the ground, which was even closer then his weapon. He could feign making a dash for the gun, but instead go for the knife when he blinked again. Yet.....despite all those thoughts of action, for some reason he couldn't convince himself to move.

Instead, he glanced back down at that hand and realized the Vampire had begun to unbutton his clothes.

Abel's hand shot up, grabbing Vryllian's wrist, and asking almost nervously, "What do you think you're doing?"

"Why don't you make a guess for me, priest", Vryllian smiled.

Then in a sudden movement, Vryllian harshly gripped Abel's clothes with that same hand and yanked.....flipping him to his hands and knees with the Vampire on top. "Don't even think of resisting me, Vatican.....you don't have a choice in this matter. I can make this very easy on you......or very hard. Then again, maybe you like it hard", he laughed, as his hands wrapped around to Abel's front, feeling down him until he reached between his legs.

Abel bit his lip to keep from gasping......his member quickly hardening from the contact. Temptation began to overwhelm him as he found himself wanting to anxiously give in.

And as Vryllian began to rub him while rubbing his own hard member against Abel's ass, Abel's hands crumpled and slid on the floor until his elbows held all the weight of him....a gasp finally escaping his lips.

"Ahhh......there it is", Vryllian said, pleased with Abel's reaction. "No Terran can be that pure.....not even one of the cloth. The last Vatican couldn't resist me, either. At least you can say I made sure he died happy, though I doubt heaven is where he went."

Abel's eyes widened in horror from that thought. He was right.....he was giving in to temptation. This vampire was an enemy to the church and god. To give in and let this vampire have his way with him......would it not make him just as much a sinner as he?

His right hand reached for the cross around his neck gripping tightly at it, as he mentally prayed for the strength to resist this temptation. But, Vryllian's stroking had quickened the pace on Abel's hard-on, making it even more impossible to want to pull away.

He was fighting so much against this pleasure that the points of the cross had begun to stab into his hand, making him bleed through his clean white glove.

Vryllian now moved his left hand up to Abel's belt and began to undo his pants, smelling the wonderful mixture of blood and sperm. "You smell incredible, Abel Nightroad", he stated, as his right hand pulled away only long enough to reach inside his now open pants. "This will be a night I guarantee you will never forget."

Abel now gasped out, feeling the clawed hand reached around his member and stroke, as his pants started to slip down. A strained guttural voice managed to croak out from Abel, as he spat out, "No!"

Miraculously, Abel had found the will-power to break out of the sweet temptation the Vampire was granting him. The hand that had painfully gripped the sharp cross, released it and lash-out, pushing Vryllian backwards.

Vryllian was surprised by the Vatican's resistance, but angered from the break away as well, as Abel also attempted to crawl away from him....his bloody hand gripping his presently open pants. "You're insane!", he gasped out, his voice still strained from the oddly confusing feelings coursing through him.

The vampire immediately lunged himself back at Abel. And he should have been able to dodge it, but Abel's speed and strength didn't seem to be a fraction of what it should be, due to his own conflictions. The vampire easily reached him and painfully shoved him back over, slamming his face against the floor as he pried the priest's arms forcefully behind his back, and spat, "You dare fight against me, priest??! Allow me to make certain you understand exactly who is in charge, at this moment!"

"N-no.....wait!", Abel pleaded, hoping to maybe reason with the guy, since his own body was now betraying him. "I th-thought you were supposed to t-torture your victims. This isn't e-exactly what I would call torture......"

He then blushed furiously as the vampire's other hand had yanked his pants down, revealing his bare ass.

The vampire laughed as his member had reached Abel's entrance, and was rubbing against him teasingly. "I do torture my victims, Mr. Nightroad. Occasionally, I might rape one or two if I feel it could help shame them before they die. But normally, I rather enjoy making their last moments as painful as possible before I feed on them. Yet, this particular event I save just for you Vaticans.....which is probably why it was not in your information of me."

Vryllian then entered harshly into Abel, causing him to cry out from the abrupt intrusion. The Vampire was anything but gentle and the first few thrusts were rather painful. But that didn't seem to lesson the pleasure any that Nightroad had felt. After all.....a man who was so used to having things painfully stuck through him from his attackers, had found this pain pale by comparison. Instead, it only made him enjoy it all the more.

The loud cry that escape from Abel's lips was not from agony but ecstasy, as the rest of him craved for more.

While still pinning his arms back, Vryllian now used his free hand to continue to stroke Abel, as he continued to thrust himself deep inside of him. Abel continue to cry and gasp, barely keeping himself from begging for more. He nervously squeaked out shakily, "Vryllian.....oh! This doesn't make sense. Ah! If you want to....want to.....mph! This is an act of making love.....hardly a way of torture! Gods!"

The Vampire gave a quiet chuckle, stating, "But, you are also a man of the church. What better way to make a Vatican suffer than to make him perform a sinful act of lust just before death, to ensure he will never be with the god he so craves to join? This is perfect.......this is my art against the church and god!"

Abel understood the vampire was probably right. By him letting the Vampire do this, it would be one more sin he would be forever repenting on. But, Abel also understood he had allowed the vampire to do this to him for far too long. He had reached a point where he couldn't stop, no matter how much praying he did. He wanted this....he craved for it, hungered, lusted. He had the power to easily stop this, yet found himself wanting to be the vampire's sex slave, instead.

Vryllian gladly continued to take him, as he now hunched over Abel and sunk his teeth into Abel's neck.

Abel cried out again, as fear suddenly began to creep into his mind......realizing this was getting dangerous. The vampire sucking on him only seemed to increase Abel's pleasure. But, the problem was, if he ignored this.....Vryllian could easily suck him dry and kill him during sex.....if that was Vryllian's game. But, he didn't know. Was that his plan.....to kill and fuck him at the same time? It was very possible. He couldn't let it go on, he had to stop it.

"S-stop.....", he weakly pleaded, as he continued to feel the pleasure from below. His hands were still held firmly and his own lack of resistance was keeping him from finding the strength to break free. And if he continued to drain him like this.....he wouldn't have that strength left, anyway. "N-no!", he cried, fearing that his own latest sin might very well indeed be the end of him. 'God, forgive me......'

"Don't worry, my pet", Vryllian smiled, as the blood dripped off his teeth. "I wont kill you yet. We have much farther to go before you meet your fate."

Suddenly, Vryllian had stopped and let him go on all ends, much to Abel's surprise and slight disappointment. He then flipped him over onto his back again, moving on top of him and kissing him deeply.

Abel could taste his own blood on Vryllian's tongue, gasping in his mouth. He could feel the vampire stripping them both of their clothing, then ending their kiss so he could casually pull the bloody cross from around Abel's neck. "Oh, look.....with your own blood, you have even tainted the holy cross. How ironic", he mused.

Abel felt the pain of guilt shoot through him from that comment, as he eyed his own cross.....finding the symbolism equally ironic. Vryllian casually tossed the trinket away, stating, "Don't worry......you wont need that much longer when I'm done with you. What kind of priest would you really be, after giving in to me, anyway?", he asked. Then waving his hands in the air, he stating, "And do you not find this atmosphere perfect for your crime? Lying there, making love to a vampire, while surrounded by the death and blood of his victims? Does this not excite you?"

"Stop this", Abel whispered, looking down in shame.

"Oh, no", Vryllian said, moving down onto him. "As I told you......we've only begun. And by the time I am done, I will have you begging for me to take you again. And when that happens......that will be when it is time to kill you."

Vryllian now moved over Abel, and slowly sat down on the priest's hard member.

"Oh, god!", Abel cried out, feeling the intense pleasure of entering inside of him. It made him feel that Vryllian was absolutely right. When they finally did finish, he wouldn't want to this to end. He'd be craving for the vampire to do it again. 'What have I gotten myself into?', he thought, as Vryllian moved erotically over him, making his mind quickly blur away and no longer care what he was thinking a second ago.

Again, Vryllian tasted the priest's blood as Abel greedily continued to thrust into the vampire's entrance. Somehow, the fear of danger to his own life was also quickly forgotten, as the pleasure became his sole focus. He could feel himself beginning to weaken from the loss of blood.....but he didn't care, anymore.

And just when he thought he was going to cum......again, Vryllian stopped and pulled out.

"Wh-what?", he asked weakly, feeling hungry and needy from the sex. 'He's not over yet, is he?', he thought, more fearful now that the vampire planned on killing him before he would let him release.

"You're my puppet, priest. You cum only when I say", he muttered, seeing the lovely glazed look, knowing he had successfully hooked the Vatican to his whims.

He propped Abel's legs up, once again inserting inside of him. Abel cried out, "Oh, god....yes!", grateful that it wasn't over. Vryllian kissed him once again, as Abel this time wrapped his arms around him, drinking him in and that taste of blood, seeming now just as hungry for it as the vampire did.

Abel moaned in pleasure, never wanting this to end. The sin he was presently enacting no longer mattered. All he wanted was to feel the pleasure this vampire had so kindly offered him.

Vryllian continued to kiss down his neck, licking at the blood trickle that came from his throat. He then trailed down until he reached his nipple, sinking his fangs in there.

Abel cried out louder, enjoying the rush of pain, as the vampire drank from him again. "V-Vryllian....I need to....."

"What do you need?", the vampire whispered in his ear, after pulling away from his blood-soaked tit. "Do you need to cum? If you want it......you have to beg for it, my pet."

"P-please......please let me cum", Abel whimpered. "I-I need it......"

Vryllian smiled in his own ecstasy of those words. He so loved to taint these so-called pure deciples of god. "Perfect", he said, as if he had just finished painting a portrait.

He now thrusted hard into Abel, as his hand stroked and squeezed him, to allow the release the Vatican so desperately pleaded for. At the same time, the vampire bit down, drinking deep of his pray.

Abel was first to cry out as he came hard, splattering all over himself and his sex partner. Vryllian once again stopped drinking to cry out, himself....as he also came deep within his sex slave's entrance.

Both laid there, gasping for breath for a few moments. Vryllian was first to pull himself up, anxiously wanting to look at the work he had done.

Abel lay there in bliss, naked, bloody, and covered with cum.....with vampiric bite marks all over him.

Vryllian sneered evilly, stating, "Well, Abel Nightroad.....I have shown you the only bit of heaven you will ever reach.....a heaven given to you by a vampire. Are you now prepared to go to hell?"

Abel blinked and looked up at him, realizing what he was saying. Vryllian was through with him, and planned on killing him now, as he said he would. It was time.....he had to transform now, or Vryllian would succeed.

But, it pained him to think of doing that. He didn't want it to end like this. Vryllian was right......this was probably the closest he had ever gotten to what heaven was like, and would probably never reach it again. He didn't want to kill this vampire. And just like Vryllian promised.....he wanted more from him. He wanted to have him again. But, if Abel changed......he knew Vryllian would die.

"Please.....", Abel pleaded. "Y-you don't want to do this....."

Vryllian laughed, finding this even better than he imagined. "This is rich! Are you pleading for your life??"

"No.....for yours", Abel answered. "Please don't make me hurt you. I don't want you to die. You're right.....I do want more. But, after all the pleasure you also seemed to experience, why would you want to kill me? What purpose would that really solve? Surely, you could at least save me for later. Maybe we can do this again....."

"What??", the vampire hissed, shocked at the gall of this Terran. True, he was pleased to have Abel begging for more, just as he wanted him to. But, after he had drained the human to the point of not being able to move if he wanted to.....this fool was begging to not have to kill 'him'???

Vryllian laughed, saying, "I have seen the ego's of the Vatican before....but I never realized just how invincible you fools really think you are! You're trying to save ME? From what......YOU?? You couldn't even save yourself, if you tried. My existence is the last thing you should be concerning yourself with!"

He grabbed Abel, pinning him easily to the ground, as he whispered in his ear. "And obviously, it seems you didn't fully grasp the concept behind this moment of sex I had given you. You think your pathetic Terran rod is enough to get me off, human? That's not what turns me on, you fool! It's the complete corruption of a priest that gets me excited. It's being able to break the highest believer of god and turn him into a sinner that is my ultimate high. And I have done that, Abel Nightroad. So, that means......you have no further use to me. Now, the only pleasure I can get from a tainted priest, is finishing the job and killing you!"

Abel's eyes widened from Vryllian's declaration, as the vampire once again bit down into Abel's neck, this time with the intent on draining him entirely. And Abel was far too weak to push him off. He had no other options left.

"Crusnik 02 loading. Limitation at 40% acknowledged."

Vryllian heard the words as he drank, not understand what the priest was muttering.....nor did he care. But, he was startled, as a blast of power seemed to shoot out from around the priest, confusing him. He reared back, looking down at his victim and was shocked at the sight before him.

Abel's glasses had been knocked off, as well as the thing that tied his hair back. His hair was infact standing up at end, and his wounds.....including the fresh bite wound, was healing before his eyes. The priest also had blood red eyes that peered at Vryllian curiously, as if he was studying the reactions of a child, and grinned.....looking intrigued. The grin bared fangs just like Vryllian did.

"W-what?", Vryllian asked, confused. "You.....a vampire, as well? It can't be!"

"Well, that was amusing", the Crusnik stated. "You looked like you were having fun draining my blood. I think it's my turn, now...."

The clawed hands of Abel quickly broke free of Vryllian's hold like nothing, and this time tightly gripped Vryllian's arms with a renewed strength. The hungering Crusnik now lunged at Vryllian's throat......deeply sucking the blood out of the vampire without a care, and greedily drinking since the vampire had drained himself of so much blood.

The vampire struggled to escape him, finding his once victim to actually be stronger than him......no matter what, he couldn't break his vice-like grip. Only able to find one other way to escape, he blinked out of Abel's hands appearing a good 20' away from him.

The Crusnik looked bewildered for a split second, then looked up at him and smiled. "Ah, yes.....that strange blinking ability of yours. How amusing."

As he stood, Vryllian backed away further.....feeling fear for the first time ever. "What ARE you!!", he demanded, feeling a mix of rage beginning to set in, realizing that he was robbed of everything he had just worked on. He had believed this person to be some pure priest. But, this person was either an impersonator or he was already a sinner from the start. He had gained nothing by forcing temptation into Abel!

"I am a Crusnik", he answered, not seeming to care in the least that he was completely stripped of any clothing. In this form.....Abel was a changed man....his personality seeming much darker than he originally appeared to be. "I am a vampire that feeds on the blood of vampires."

Abel then looked around the room, seeming pleased, as he added, "You are right, Vryllian.....this does make the perfect atmosphere. For pleasure......"

Suddenly, in his outstretched arm, there appeared a blood-red Scythe that seemed to somehow form from nothing.....or perhaps from his own being.

".....and death."

Vryllian stared at Abel with terror in his eyes, realizing this creature was right. He easily had the power to kill him.

Crusnik spoke again, stating, "It is my duty to ask that you surrender. But, by all means.....please resist. After that tussle we had, I would really enjoy finishing you off."

"This makes no sense!!", Vryllian spat in frustration. "All this time, you could have killed me anytime you wanted to! Why did you wait until now! Why didn't you kill me when you first came here??!!"

"I try not to use this form if I can help it", Crusnik stated. "I can sometimes get a bit out of hand, aftter I've changed. Even though you went too far by killing so many.....I still didn't want to kill you. But, now....I'm afraid it's too late."

Vryllian cried out and insanely charged, refusing to accept this as his end, lunging out with intent to do all he could to kill him.

"And you were also right about me, Vryllian", Abel said, as his free hand came up and caught the vampire by the throat. "That was probably the closest I will ever get to heaven. When I do die, god will not be opening his gates to me. Then again......"

The Scythe sliced across his victim, slicing Vryllian in half.

"......I never expected him to."

He released the vampire, letting him fall helplessly to the floor.

"For, you see......I was already a sinner", Abel said, once again swinging his scythe.

Vryllian cried out, "Noooo!!!!"

The scythe hit it's target in the middle of his chest, piercing the vampire's heart.

He looked down calmly at the now dead vampire, and continued to speak, anyway. "Repent was my reason for joining the church in the first place. I will be forever trying to make up for my past sins. This little sin with you was nothing in comparison."

The scythe disintegrated and he brought his hands out, causing the blood of the vampire to drain towards him and soak into the pores of his flesh, feeding off what was left.

When he was done with his euphoric high, there was nothing left for him to do, and he once again returned to normal.

Back again as the Vatican Priest, Abel Nightroad.....he looked down at what was left of Vryllian, and tears began to come out of his eyes.

He dropped to his knees in despair, and cried, "You just couldn't listen to me, could you! Why does your kind always have to make me end it this way!!?"

He dropped to his hands as well and continued to cry for him. "Father.....please forgive him. I know he was evil, and he had sinned without regret. But, he gave me something, too.....something I'll never forget."

Slowly, Abel Nightroad pealed himself up, got his clothes and glasses, and got dressed. He had performed his mission, and once again......he won.

It was time to move on to his next mission. It was time to return to Rome, and attempt to once more bury his sorrows.

End