After Hours
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+S to Z › Trinity Blood
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
4,189
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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After Hours
Author's Note: Alright... This was suppose to be a bit of a fet fic, and I suppose on the other party's part, it is... Anyway, this really odd though came into my head... (I just got done ready a fic with a similar author's note to this in it) and Why does all the fics I've read make poor Abel the Uke? WHY! Okay, so he tends to act the type around others... BIG Fing deal!!!! He acts like a total Idiot too... DOESN'T MAKE IT TRUE!!!! Well... Um... oddly enough, he still ends up the Uke... But he's an Uke with a twist. Don't like Yaoi/vamps/OocPriests/UkeAbel/Surprises/orTBlood in gen, DON'T READ!!!!
You have been warned, my work here is done. This is a multi-Chapter fic. May end up with some old fashioned Het... Unsure what else... (If Tres gets involved, would he fall under toys? SRY random ? that's been buggin' me)
After hours
Abel bid another of the priests 'goodnight' as he reached his room. The smile faded as he pushed the door to, leaning his forehead against it. He was going to her tomorrow... "My Lord?" His tongue touched his lips as he turned toward that sinfully familiar voice. "Perhaps I can help you, relieve your... tension?"
"Relieve..? Indeed," Abel stalked over to the shadowed figure, body suddenly wind tight. "How, may I ask, would you do that?" A smile, unlike any he would show his allies, flashed in the dim light as he 'trapped' his visitor between the wall and his odious arousal.
"How have I always done it?" Abel loved the boldness in his visitor, and didn't hesitate to rub himself against the too confident hand on his clothed groin. "I do believe this is a new record," it was a chuckle.
"Don't get too excited, wouldn't want you going off before I've had my fun." Abel made sure to grip the other man’s straining cock a bit too hard to emphasis his point.
The dark-haired tempter gave a hiss, "Just being in your presence is enough to make me hard... Best keep your hands to yourself or else you'll have to contend with taking yourself in hand."
"Has anyone ever told you, you talk too goddamn much?" Abel gripped the other's shirt, ripping the material to get it off.
"Kindly leave my pants in one piece this time? I'm running out of excuses..." Working at Abel's belt, he felt his pants being pulled down. The fastens gave but, aside from that, they stayed in one piece. "Thank you," he sighed before he felt Abel's lips crushing his.
Abel smiled against the kiss, loving the shutters his grinding caused in his partner, not even realizing the true depths of his arousal until he suddenly tasted blood. Pulling back suddenly, his partner whimpered at the sudden loss, he realized he had shredded the other's lips. Dark eyes opened to stare longingly at him, and he couldn't take it any more, he started lapping at those wounded lips. Finally chasing the reminisce of blood deep into the other's mouth. The bleeding stopped, the wounds healed, and he was pushed back, forced to break the kiss. "Have to... stop... I won't, be any, use to you," spoken through pants as Abel just licked his lips.
"Still talk too much," his shirt went as he spoke, disappearing into some unknown corner as a twisted smirk crossed the, once docile, priest’s face. His belt was next, finally able to push down his pants enough to set his erection free. The other's eyes widened, hand reaching to grip it. "Ah," Abel caught the searching limb, "Right idea, wrong method of execution." Abel chuckled darkly to himself, an odd thought crossing his mind that perhaps he'd been around Gunslinger too long, and sighed in anticipation as his lover took to his knees.
Blue eyes fluttered closed as the other leaned in towards him, the slowest lick across the very end of him, then nothing. Red eyes flew open to stare down at black hair, a growl rising in his throat. Pale fingers with too long sharp nails buried themselves in that hair, farcing the head closer to his aching cock. Lips rested against his head, a smile pulled at them, sending tiny shocks of pleasure shooting up his shaft. He growled, a warning, having no problem with forcing the other's jaws open, one way or another. Lips finally parted, letting him slip into their slick warmth.
Abel couldn't help himself, he bucked as he slid deeper into the pulsing warmth. The other skillfully took all of him into his mouth, sliding his tongue along the underside of the length. He gave a contented sound, a cross between a hum and a sigh, and could feel the shuttering response from Abel. He chuckled against the cock, that got a thrust as a response. "Suck," a shaky voice said and he gladly obliged.
Abel smiled, reveling fangs, as he braised against the wall. God, regardless, he had to admit, the man had a silver tongue and knew just how and when to wag it. Soon Abel was thrusting into that suckling mouth, fucking it, striving for his release. He felt a constant gripping at his head and knew he had to be further back than comfortable, no doubt down the other's throat, but didn't care as the pleasure started to build. Panting, he moved faster, forcing himself into the tight warmth again and again. Closer, and closer, until finally, he felt sharp teeth slide down his length. In that moment the pain was just another sensation, sending him over the edge. Arching back, buried deep, he came, the other greedily drinking down the offering as Abel continued to buck until his body was spent.
Now comes the hard part, Abel thought through shutters of pleasure. He stared down at the other, still suckling at his softened member like a hungry babe, echoes of his release pulsing through him with every draw. His head fell back when a particularly long suckle had blood rushing back to the not so tired organ. Maybe, just a few more times... Abel thought, his fingers taking up their place in the long black hair.
MTC... LOL
Okay.. If you haven't figured out Abel's, guest, I'm not telling.... Not yet at least. But who knew it was that easy to shut him up, really?
Up next, the real fun begins
You have been warned, my work here is done. This is a multi-Chapter fic. May end up with some old fashioned Het... Unsure what else... (If Tres gets involved, would he fall under toys? SRY random ? that's been buggin' me)
After hours
Abel bid another of the priests 'goodnight' as he reached his room. The smile faded as he pushed the door to, leaning his forehead against it. He was going to her tomorrow... "My Lord?" His tongue touched his lips as he turned toward that sinfully familiar voice. "Perhaps I can help you, relieve your... tension?"
"Relieve..? Indeed," Abel stalked over to the shadowed figure, body suddenly wind tight. "How, may I ask, would you do that?" A smile, unlike any he would show his allies, flashed in the dim light as he 'trapped' his visitor between the wall and his odious arousal.
"How have I always done it?" Abel loved the boldness in his visitor, and didn't hesitate to rub himself against the too confident hand on his clothed groin. "I do believe this is a new record," it was a chuckle.
"Don't get too excited, wouldn't want you going off before I've had my fun." Abel made sure to grip the other man’s straining cock a bit too hard to emphasis his point.
The dark-haired tempter gave a hiss, "Just being in your presence is enough to make me hard... Best keep your hands to yourself or else you'll have to contend with taking yourself in hand."
"Has anyone ever told you, you talk too goddamn much?" Abel gripped the other's shirt, ripping the material to get it off.
"Kindly leave my pants in one piece this time? I'm running out of excuses..." Working at Abel's belt, he felt his pants being pulled down. The fastens gave but, aside from that, they stayed in one piece. "Thank you," he sighed before he felt Abel's lips crushing his.
Abel smiled against the kiss, loving the shutters his grinding caused in his partner, not even realizing the true depths of his arousal until he suddenly tasted blood. Pulling back suddenly, his partner whimpered at the sudden loss, he realized he had shredded the other's lips. Dark eyes opened to stare longingly at him, and he couldn't take it any more, he started lapping at those wounded lips. Finally chasing the reminisce of blood deep into the other's mouth. The bleeding stopped, the wounds healed, and he was pushed back, forced to break the kiss. "Have to... stop... I won't, be any, use to you," spoken through pants as Abel just licked his lips.
"Still talk too much," his shirt went as he spoke, disappearing into some unknown corner as a twisted smirk crossed the, once docile, priest’s face. His belt was next, finally able to push down his pants enough to set his erection free. The other's eyes widened, hand reaching to grip it. "Ah," Abel caught the searching limb, "Right idea, wrong method of execution." Abel chuckled darkly to himself, an odd thought crossing his mind that perhaps he'd been around Gunslinger too long, and sighed in anticipation as his lover took to his knees.
Blue eyes fluttered closed as the other leaned in towards him, the slowest lick across the very end of him, then nothing. Red eyes flew open to stare down at black hair, a growl rising in his throat. Pale fingers with too long sharp nails buried themselves in that hair, farcing the head closer to his aching cock. Lips rested against his head, a smile pulled at them, sending tiny shocks of pleasure shooting up his shaft. He growled, a warning, having no problem with forcing the other's jaws open, one way or another. Lips finally parted, letting him slip into their slick warmth.
Abel couldn't help himself, he bucked as he slid deeper into the pulsing warmth. The other skillfully took all of him into his mouth, sliding his tongue along the underside of the length. He gave a contented sound, a cross between a hum and a sigh, and could feel the shuttering response from Abel. He chuckled against the cock, that got a thrust as a response. "Suck," a shaky voice said and he gladly obliged.
Abel smiled, reveling fangs, as he braised against the wall. God, regardless, he had to admit, the man had a silver tongue and knew just how and when to wag it. Soon Abel was thrusting into that suckling mouth, fucking it, striving for his release. He felt a constant gripping at his head and knew he had to be further back than comfortable, no doubt down the other's throat, but didn't care as the pleasure started to build. Panting, he moved faster, forcing himself into the tight warmth again and again. Closer, and closer, until finally, he felt sharp teeth slide down his length. In that moment the pain was just another sensation, sending him over the edge. Arching back, buried deep, he came, the other greedily drinking down the offering as Abel continued to buck until his body was spent.
Now comes the hard part, Abel thought through shutters of pleasure. He stared down at the other, still suckling at his softened member like a hungry babe, echoes of his release pulsing through him with every draw. His head fell back when a particularly long suckle had blood rushing back to the not so tired organ. Maybe, just a few more times... Abel thought, his fingers taking up their place in the long black hair.
MTC... LOL
Okay.. If you haven't figured out Abel's, guest, I'm not telling.... Not yet at least. But who knew it was that easy to shut him up, really?
Up next, the real fun begins