Dancing Partners
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Category:
S through Z › Van Helsing
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
8,910
Reviews:
15
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Van Helsing, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 3
Title: Dancing Partners
Author: Anukk
Rating: PG-13, slash situations (male/male)
Chapter: 3/?
Summary: Dracula gets painfully aware that Gabriel does not know him at all.
Special Note: For a challenge, made by Carveus.
Point of View: Dracula
Disclaimer: Don’t own the Characters of "Van Helsing", this fic is only for entertainment-purposes and
I make no profit of this. No infringement intended.
Chapter 3
Grinning with anticipation, I tightened my grip on Van Helsing´s erected member.
“We will have some fun, my friend…” I breathed…
*~*
I felt Gabriel tense up at my hissed promise of what was to come. I had every intention to claim this man´s body and mind tonight. I would even be willing to miss the damned Masquerade Ball for this.
By the Devil, I didn´t have the chance to make Gabriel mine every day.
There had been a time, though, when we spent every free minute in each other´s company.
But this all lay in the past…A past I wanted to give Gabriel back, since he obviously had forgotten. These cretins, calling themselves ‘holy men’, had wiped this man´s memory of every piece and image that had been important to him.
Carefully, I probed the edges of Gabriel´s empty mind: Emptied of me. There was no recognition, when I continued to caress his trembling lips with my own. I searched for his right hand to entwine our fingers. His large sweaty hand easily slipped into my dry grasp and I closed my fingers to a fist, forcing his fingers to flex along with mine.
The cold round material of a ring caught my attention and I brought our fingers up to see what piece of jewellery was so important to Gabriel to actually wear it.
When the curved forms of a well- known seal caught my eye, I almost laughed out loud.
So Gabriel still possessed the ugly thing. And he actually had it with him. I never figured out why he had taken the trouble to cut off my finger to steal the heavy silver thing.
Gabriel had never been a collector of trophies. At least not as his old self. The brain wash seemed to have changed his character drastically.
Again, old rage about events that had happened too many centuries ago, welled up inside me and I forced it down with a huge intake of breath. I would not let bitter emotions ruin this evening.
After all, there was a waiting body to please, and a mind to reclaim. Additionally, I could not accept Gabriel´s ignorance any longer. Every living soul on this damn earth knew my name. Except Gabriel, my only worthy adversary, former brother in arms and far more than just a good friend…Oh, the irony.
The man´s empty mind encouraged me to continue with my task. I would form and mold his mind to my own purposes. And he would have no say in this.
Fiercely, I rubbed my whole body against Gabriel´s trembling and waiting form, teasing the hard flesh I could feel through the rough fabric of his pants. He may have forgotten about our passion, four hundred years ago. But his instincts told him better than to deny me.
Grinning against the sweaty skin of Gabriel´s neck, I forced the man to take several steps back.
“Now, let us see just how much I have to teach you to make you remember…”, I whispered and caused him to trip.
Backwards he fell, right onto the dark- red sheets of my large bed. And he would never be able to escape…with me as a heavy burden on his limbs and my quick fingers that now worked on buttons to slowly undress the ‘left hand of God’…
TBC
Author: Anukk
Rating: PG-13, slash situations (male/male)
Chapter: 3/?
Summary: Dracula gets painfully aware that Gabriel does not know him at all.
Special Note: For a challenge, made by Carveus.
Point of View: Dracula
Disclaimer: Don’t own the Characters of "Van Helsing", this fic is only for entertainment-purposes and
I make no profit of this. No infringement intended.
Chapter 3
Grinning with anticipation, I tightened my grip on Van Helsing´s erected member.
“We will have some fun, my friend…” I breathed…
*~*
I felt Gabriel tense up at my hissed promise of what was to come. I had every intention to claim this man´s body and mind tonight. I would even be willing to miss the damned Masquerade Ball for this.
By the Devil, I didn´t have the chance to make Gabriel mine every day.
There had been a time, though, when we spent every free minute in each other´s company.
But this all lay in the past…A past I wanted to give Gabriel back, since he obviously had forgotten. These cretins, calling themselves ‘holy men’, had wiped this man´s memory of every piece and image that had been important to him.
Carefully, I probed the edges of Gabriel´s empty mind: Emptied of me. There was no recognition, when I continued to caress his trembling lips with my own. I searched for his right hand to entwine our fingers. His large sweaty hand easily slipped into my dry grasp and I closed my fingers to a fist, forcing his fingers to flex along with mine.
The cold round material of a ring caught my attention and I brought our fingers up to see what piece of jewellery was so important to Gabriel to actually wear it.
When the curved forms of a well- known seal caught my eye, I almost laughed out loud.
So Gabriel still possessed the ugly thing. And he actually had it with him. I never figured out why he had taken the trouble to cut off my finger to steal the heavy silver thing.
Gabriel had never been a collector of trophies. At least not as his old self. The brain wash seemed to have changed his character drastically.
Again, old rage about events that had happened too many centuries ago, welled up inside me and I forced it down with a huge intake of breath. I would not let bitter emotions ruin this evening.
After all, there was a waiting body to please, and a mind to reclaim. Additionally, I could not accept Gabriel´s ignorance any longer. Every living soul on this damn earth knew my name. Except Gabriel, my only worthy adversary, former brother in arms and far more than just a good friend…Oh, the irony.
The man´s empty mind encouraged me to continue with my task. I would form and mold his mind to my own purposes. And he would have no say in this.
Fiercely, I rubbed my whole body against Gabriel´s trembling and waiting form, teasing the hard flesh I could feel through the rough fabric of his pants. He may have forgotten about our passion, four hundred years ago. But his instincts told him better than to deny me.
Grinning against the sweaty skin of Gabriel´s neck, I forced the man to take several steps back.
“Now, let us see just how much I have to teach you to make you remember…”, I whispered and caused him to trip.
Backwards he fell, right onto the dark- red sheets of my large bed. And he would never be able to escape…with me as a heavy burden on his limbs and my quick fingers that now worked on buttons to slowly undress the ‘left hand of God’…
TBC