Burning Passion

Burning Passion

Story by Agent-Sarah

Title: Burning Passion
Pairings: Jarem and Sarah
Fandom: Trinity Blood
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Sequel to "You Smell Nice". Abel's Crusnik side, Jarem, wants to have more fun with Sarah before she gets out of heat.
Warnings/Story codes: M/F, OC, AU/AR, HJ, PWP and VS.

Copyright and disclaimer:

Sarah, Drummer and A.M. are copyrighted by me.

Jarem Crusnik is copyrighted by my friend Jarem.

Abel Nightroad and the Trinity Blood series are copyrighted by the late Sunao Yoshida.

Author’s note: This story is based on a roleplay concept I made a while ago.

Warning: This story contains sexual situations.

“I can’t believe that you two had sex on the table!” Drummer shouted at Sarah and Abel, angry at them for messing up the kitchen table he found after waking up from recharging. “Do you how hard it was for me to clean off the sweat stains and other fluids you expelled from your body on that furniture?!”

Abel and Sarah, now fully clothed, looked at the robot, trying to say something to clear the whole thing up. “Hey, I was in heat okay? Cut me a break.” answer Sarah.

“How can I cut you a break when you ruin the table?!”

Abel winced and covers his ears from Drummer’s yelling. “Can you go easy on your voice and stop making such a big deal over this?”

Drummer throws his arms up in the air. “Gah! How can I stand living with you people? Abel, this is all your fault for starting the whole thing. If you weren’t in the kitchen, none of this would’ve happen!”

Drums, seriously, you REALLY need to chill out. The BogWing said to him, trying to calm him down. It wasn’t their fault; it was just natural for them to do what they did.

“Don’t stand up to them! Why you two can’t just have sex in the bedroom like a normal couple?” Frustrated, the skinny robot leaves the room, muttering about how he hates living with a sex-crazed half breed and why he was made in the first place.

I swear if he was a human, he would need to get laid.

“Maybe that would be WHY he’s so damn uptight.” suggested Sarah. “That robot snaps over stuff like that. One time when the toilet overflowed, he screams out the words ‘Is there no god?’”

“He needs a vacation is what he needs, to take a break from the work he’s doing.” said Abel.

She nodded in agreement. “Yeah.”

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The Alien Minds Team base was busy as usual. Half the agents were working while the other half is taking a break from the paperwork. Sarah had to wear a scarf to cover the love bite Jarem gave her two days ago. The only people she did show the love bite to were Elena and A.M. The two laughed when she told them how Drummer snapped at the couple the day after.

She looks out of her office window to see Abel standing outside, leaning against the rail. Smiling, she waves at him.

Jarem looks through the eyes of Abel as he watches Sarah working on the files from the last mission. He looks at her in full detail from her blue hair to her lovely mark he made on her neck after the scarf slips off her shoulder.

The woman looks up to see him watching and waves at him. Abel waves back at her as Jarem continues watching her, remembering the sweet smell of flowers after a spring rain from her body, her creative way of using the table and the moans, oh the moans coming from that woman drove him wild!

He watches her getting up her desk as she heads off to Bigface’s office to send the report to him. Jarem smiled as an idea sparked in his head.

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Sarah walked down the hall way after giving the reports to her boss. Feeling bored, she heads off to the training room to work out. As she walks, she went pass the bunk rooms, only to come back to find one of the bed covers pulled out. She rolled her eyes and went in to fix it. Sarah has a bit of a compulsion about cleaning up after others. If she finds plates left on the table, she will clean them and put them in the dishwasher.

As she fixes the covers, the door behind her suddenly closes. “Hello Angel.” a deep voice called to her.

Sarah laughs softly as she quickly recognizes the voice. “Hey Jarem, I see that you planned this whole thing.”

Jarem laughed as he wraps his arms around her from behind. “I know about your traits and I couldn’t pass up the chance to use it as a trap.”

“And your plan worked.”

“I know,” he said as he removes the scarf from her neck. His eyes glowed and smiled at the bite mark. Jarem ran a talon on it, causing Sarah to shiver a bit. “Want to go for another romp before going back to work?”

“Sure,” she replied as she brushes her hand against his groin, getting a soft hiss from him.

“I love it you do that.” he whispers in her ear. “It gets me hard.”

“And I can feel it.”

The Crusnik unbuttons her blouse, getting a peek of her cleavage. “I see you’re wearing a lacey bra. Normally you wear a sports bra when training or on a mission.”

“I wanted to try something sexy out just for you.” she answers.

He smiled, revealing his sharp canines. “You know how to turn a vampire on.” Jarem removes the rest of the buttons and slides the shirt off of her. Before he could remove her bra, Sarah grabs his hand. “Why did you stop me?”

“You and Abel had your fun with the foreplay, now it’s my turn.” she said, turning around to face him. She shoves him against the door. “Now I want to hear you moan after what I’m going to do to you.”

Jarem smiles at her to see her taking the role as the dominate female instead of being submissive. He suddenly hisses as Sarah slips her hand into his pants. “You’re really hard.”

“And your hand is really cold.” he replied. “Can you warm your hand up a bit before you accidentally freeze it off?” Jarem could feel her hand warming up a bit as Sarah uses her pyrokinesis. He digs his nails into the door as he felt a shock of sensations from the way she was using her powers.

“Warm enough for you?” she asked him, only to hear a small noise from him. “What was that?”

“It feels good.” he said, letting a moan at the end. He moaned again as she ran her fingers on his erection, still feeling the heat from her finger tips.

“You really love that, do you?”

“Keep going, it feels so good.”

“As you wish,” Sarah said as she lightly strokes him. Jarem lean his head against the door as she works her magic on him. He felt her running her thumb on the tip of the head, sending a shudder in his body. God, he never felt anything like it before in his life!

Sweat began to form on his forehead as she kept stroking him, his breathing becoming labored as he starts to move his hips back and forth in her hand.

“My, you REALLY love this.”

Jarem wasn’t hearing her as he was off in his own world, picturing himself thrusting into Sarah, hearing her cries of pleasure and warming his body with her powers. He wants to hear her moans; hear her praising him, feeling her body as he ravish her.

He suddenly lets out a groan as he came into her hand. His legs shake and fall from exhaustion, face flushed and sweaty. Jarem reverts back into Abel, letting his silver fall. He looks up at Sarah in amazement. “How long were you planning to use that move?”

“To be honest, that was the first time I used my pyrokinesis to pleasure someone.” Sarah answer. She looks at her hand and then at Abel. “Got a tissue or something?”

He rummages for something to wipe her hand on and pulls out a napkin. “Here.”

“Thanks.” she said as she takes it with her clean hand and wipes her hand. “You better head to the showers and clean yourself up. That is, if you can get up.”

“Just give me a few minutes and I’ll be out.”

“And also, stuff Abel Jr. back in your pants before you might get arrested for indecent expose.”

Abel looks down and blushed. Getting up, he stuffs “Abel Jr.” back in and leaves the room, only to get message from A.M. “What is it?”

The holographic face of the AI appeared on his wrist COM. “We just got a paranormal sighting near Istavan and we need you and Sarah to go over there to find out what it is.” She looks over his shoulder to see Sarah buttoning up her shirt. “…I’m not going to say anything because I think I already know what you two did.”

“And keep it that way.” Sarah said to the AI. “Just let Abel wash up and we’ll go.”

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Abel reloads his gun after taking down a batch of demons. Reports of a portal to Hell appeared in the city. According to the AMT, Hell portals are pretty random occurrences around the world and have to be closed with a use of spells. Sarah went ahead to locate and close the gate while he takes on the creatures.

Normally he’ll use Jarem but since some demons have poisonous blood in their system, he’s not taking the chance of dying from blood poisoning.

Looking at the clock tower, it’s been 25 minutes since agent Valentine went off to find the portal. Worried, he runs off to the road where he last saw her.

On his way, bodies of demon scatter about the street, shot or slashed in half. ‘Looks like she’s been here,’

Abel suddenly hears the sounds of gun shots, followed by death rattles of demons. A block ahead, Sarah was taking down the last batch of demons. The last demon falls dead after she impales her sword into its head. She was covered in blood and half of her shirt was ripped off. “Sarah, are you all right?” he asked.

“Yeah, other than a few scratches.” she replied. “I closed the portal far from the city and fought my way back. One of the bastards tried to have fun with me but I chop their heads off. You?”

“I’m okay, my cloak and shirt got ruined by the second wave and did okay without going into Crusnik mode.”

She sits on the sidewalk and reloads her gun. “We better call the clean up team and get these bodies removed from the streets before we head back to the hotel to rest.” Sarah than quickly aims her gun at the alley behind her. A demon falls to the ground dead. “Right after we rid the remaining scumbags.”

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The clean up took nearly up to five hours of removing the bodies and washing the blood off the streets and in the buildings. There were only nine deaths during the attacks. If the two didn’t close the portal, the death count would’ve risen.

The civilians were evacuated at the time the attacks started and were brought back to the city.

Sarah and Abel headed back to the hotel to clean up and rest from the mission. Or tired to rest in Abel’s case as he turns in his sleep as the horrid memories of Jarem’s past comes back to hunt him again.

The nightmarish memory is always the same; the demonic Katana was slaughtering his people left and right, forcing him to watch. Jarem suddenly felt the stinging lashes of her silver whip. He fell to the ground in pain as she continues to whip him with such sadistic enjoyment.

He suddenly felt the whip around his neck as she forces his head up to see her face. Tears rolled down his face as he looks at his tormentor. “No more…”

Her eyes showed no emotion as her tail blade pressed against his throat. His vision started to fade as the mixture of pain and blood loss started to cloud over…

Blue eyes shot open as Abel woke up from the nightmare. Trenched in cold sweat, he looks around to find himself in the safe comforts of the hotel room. He looks over at the sleeping form of Sarah, seeing that she didn’t move or woken up.

Jarem on the other hand was still shaken from the memory of his torture. The memory caused a lot a trauma on him, namely seeing the death of his own kind by the hands of the demon. He could feel his host’s body shake and the tears coming up.

He tries to stop from crying but the cries escaped from their mouth. He quickly covers the mouth, letting a few muffled sounds.

“Abel? Are you…crying?”

Turning around, he sees a somewhat sleepy Sarah looking at him. The room was dark save for the light from the moon. He shook his head as his eyes turn red. “No, it’s Jarem.”

Getting up from the bed, she looks at the Crusnik. “Why are you crying in…” she looks at the clock at the stand. “…2:00 in the morning?”

“I had a horrible memory in my sleep.” he answers. “The memory of Katana torturing and forcing me to watch her brood kill the Crusniks.”

“Again? That’s the forth time this month.”

“Six actually, woke up from the memory and went back to sleep and back to the memory again.”

“And do you cry every time this happens?”

He nodded. “I have to leave the room so I won’t wake you up.” Sighing, Jarem lays on the bed, looking up at the ceiling. “Why do my memories hunt me? I feel like its mocking or punishing me for not saving my people. Even after we killed that monster, she still haunts me.”

Jarem felt the bed move as Sarah moves beside him and looking down at his face. The strains of her hair touch the skin on his face. He couldn’t help but smile a little as he looks at her. “Abel and I feel better with you around to kill our lonliness and make our lives a bit more interesting.”

She smiles at him. “Same to you. Now get some sleep, we have to head for the city’s AMT branch and get our money tomorrow.” Sarah leans down and kisses him.

Jarem returns the kiss. He suddenly catches the brief scent of flowers from her before going back to her side of the bed. Sarah is still in heat but the scent is becoming faint, meaning her sex drive will be out for the time being.

He couldn’t help but remember what happen back in the bunk room at work. The way she used her pyrokinesis on him was beyond anything he could imagine.

Jarem closes his eyes and pictures himself being pleasured by her again, feeling her warm fingers running up and down on his erection. Loving the way how she teases him with the slow strokes, pumping him and suddenly stopping before he could climax and going back to stroking him.

He opens his eyes, feeling the arousal in his loins. Looking at the sleeping form of Sarah, he couldn’t help but seeing her crying out his name during the wild thrones of passion. He can’t wait for the next new or full moon for her to go into season again, his urges need to be sated before it’s too late.

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Sarah moved a bit as she felt the bed sheets move beside her. She then felt a finger running down her arm under the covers. Her eyes open a bit as an arm wraps itself around her waist. “What do you want?” she asked, sounding a bit sleepy.

Jarem leans up to her ear and whispers into it. “Try to guess.”

“Oh god…I can’t do it, it’s the middle of the night and I need sleep.”

“You won’t be tired while I have fun with you.” He lightly scratches her arm with his nails, feeling the goose bumps on her skin. “I see your sense of touch is still sensitive.”

“Why are you doing this now? Can’t we do this tomorrow?”

“You’ll be out of heat tomorrow night and I need you.” Jarem kisses her shoulder, follow by a playful bite. He felt her body jolt a bit by his bite.

“Jarem, I’m warning you…” she suddenly felt his hand sliding under her shirt. Sarah shudders as his claws glide against her skin. “…Damn you.”

“Warning me what?” he asked, now running a clawed finger on her bare skin.

Sarah grits her teeth and tries to ignore the touch. “If you…if you don’t stoahhh.” His hand was now on her breast.

“Pardon? I didn’t hear that.”

“If you weren’t fondling my breast right now, I would tell you.” she replied. “Now can you let me speak?”

“Go on,”

“If you don’t stop…” she stops as she felt Jarem’s fingers twisting her nipple. “If you don’t stop, you’re going to sleep on the couch for two weeks.”

He laughed. “You’re using that old excuse? You know you’ll let us be back on the bed.”

“And how do you know I’ll let you back in the bedroom?”

“I have ways.” Jarem’s other hand lingers down her stomach and slips in between her legs, rubbing his fingers against the fabric. “And since you pleasure me back at the base, I’m going to return the favor.”

She closes her eyes as she felt him slowly massage her. “I love the way you use your powers on me,” he went on talking. “I never felt something like that before in my life. It drove me wild.”

Sarah squirms beside him, feeling the heat forming between her legs. The satin fabric from her underwear was stimulating her, making her sexually turned on by the feeling. She grabs his arm as he speeds up the movement. “Don’t go too fast, it ruins the moment.”

“So you like the slow torture?” he asked.

“If you do it slow, it will make me want to beg you to take me.”

Jarem laughs again. “All right, let’s see how long you can last until you start begging.” He starts to slowly massage her again, making her lean her head against his chest. One of her hands held onto his arm and could feel the heat from her pyrokinesis. The Crusnik stops her by playfully biting her shoulder. “No no, save that for later.”

Sarah suppresses her moans as he kept going. She didn’t know how long she could handle this until the begging starts; he was so good with his hands!

“You’re getting wet,” he whispers to her, causing her to shiver by the sound of his voice.

“I never knew you so good at this type of thing.” she said to Jarem.

“My people were masters in the way of art. Now, you ready to beg for me?”

“Try your best.”