Dark Beauty

So… what’s up? I’d thank a reviewer, but… I’ve made a point
to not check reviews today… for my health…(don’t ask) … lessee… I get to write
yet another porno scene! Rejoice, for when I said yaoi I meant it, and not some
sappy shonen-ai! (not that there’s anything wrong with that, it just doesn’t
work in this situation… sorry)

Disclaimer: I have no reason to own this movie or the
characters nor should I be trusted with them because I would make Anna into a
sexy little vamp and I’d force Van Helsing to have a sweaty hardcore fuck
session with another dude. MWAHAHAHA!

War>Warning: This is two guys, (yes, two people with dicks)
having rough sex, and… well… it’s rough… and it’s two men… and the thought of
it kinda makes me wanna keel over with joy, but… it’s not everyone’s thing… if
you are the kinda kid who doesn’t have an open mind or is squeamish… now’s the
time to say bye-bye riley c.! Bye-bye poor souls! You’re mig oug out on a lot.

* note: that whole deal about the vampire cure was actually
stolen from my master rei-rei… I figured she’d let me use it, seeing as this
fic is mainly for her and her blood-sucking dark lord. (my other master ^ ^)

It was all over now. Anna was a vampire. Not just a vampire,
a bride of Gabriel’s sworn enemy, Dracula. There was nothing else that could be
done. He had failed his final mission, the last of the Valerious line had been
enslaved, now they would be forever doomed to never reach the gates of heaven.

Van Helsing wasn’t sure what was the worst part, the lost
case or the lost love. And then of course, there was the pressing matter of
being a werewolf.

He buried his face in his hands, as he sat on the chair in
the back bedroom he had retreated to.

“What can I do now?” he demanded of the four bare walls of
stone.

“Me, if you like,” a sudden voice responded congenially.

Vance stood in the doorway, leaning against it in a gorgeous
pose: his hips to one side, bare from the low cut of his pants, one arm draped
through his rivers of silky dark hair. Those haunting blue eyes that could suck
in your soul if you weren’t careful reined out over all. He was so beautiful it
almost made you ache in a hidden compartment of your heart.

“What are you doing here?” Gabriel swallowed and used
the applied pressure to make his voice as barrenly cold as possible.

“I just wanted to know if we could go back to where we left
off,” he hooded his eyes seductively. God he had long eyelashes.

“No. Now leave before I kill you.”

“I’ll pretend that I am actually frightened of such an empty
promise and leave, that?”

“Perfect.”

Vance turned and sauntered a few paces from the doorway,
before spinning back again to lay down the bait.

“What if I told you I could cure the werewolf curse on you?”
the vampire tried.

The monster slayer looked as though the heavens above had
breathed into him new light. Then it faded to a dark suspicion within the same
heartbeat.

“How could you know anything about werewolves?” he narrowed
his eyes at the younger man.

“Your little monk told me,” Vance sighed airily and sat down
on the red silk duvet on the four-poster bed beside the other man, one leg over
the other in such nonchalance it almost appeared he was unaware that he was unwelcome
in the room. “Cute little pet, really, I’m sure you take advantage of that…”

“Carl isn’t my pet. I’m not as much a sexual glutton as you
are,” Van Helsing spat, grimacing at the assumption. “Just tell me what Carl
supposedly told you about the cure and then I can decide whether or not to
believe you.”

“I guess I’ll be blunt then. The only thing that can remove
the werewolf curse on you is to drink vampire’s blood. So… drink up…” he
sneered as he sensually held back his hair and inclined his neck towards the
hunter in the chair.

“You don’t take to subtlety do you? I don’t like other men,
the thought of it sickens me,” Gabriel looked away, his eyes weighed to the
floor.

“Where in your stomach? Because if it’s at the bottom then… maybe
it isn’t a sick feeling, maybe it’s…” he clamped a stable hand on Van Helsing’s
sleeve and tilted towards the man’s face so his own features were all that
could occupy his range of vision. “Lust.”

The left hand of God found himself rising from the ashes of
his despair and being drawn once again to the waifs of moonlight emanating from
the young vampire. The smell of him was addicting, his very presence reeked of
sinful elation.

“You… you really would let me bite you…” he was enchanted by an
unholy spell, and though all that was good in him desperately fought it he
purposely chose to renounce everything he stood for and speak as an aroused
love-slave.

“Of course…” Vance drew up closer, their two noses touching.
“I’ll warn you about vampire blood though. It does things to people.”

“How can I be sure that you aren’t lying?” his ignored
instincts made him confess.

“You can’t. But does it matter? We can deal with that
afterwards…” the vampire’s words were slurred with thick yearning. He made the
offense move of caressing the ridge of Gabriel’s cheek with his tongue. It
happened so quickly, it may not have happened at all, but for the throb of blue
fire that slashed through their bodies at the contact.

Van Helsing did not reply. He let the void fall heavy upon
them, building up the tumbling flames within the two until smoke was almost
billowing out of their ears. Then he seized Vance around his slim waist,
relentlessly pulling him onto the chair.

The left hand of God gave one low growl and attacked the
flesh of his prey, sinking his teeth into the skin brutally ripping it away. It
was succulently flavored with a taste unique unto itself, almost like cinnamon,
and almost like lamb in a rich spicy way. Savoring the taste of Vance was only
momentary, however. The blood soon flowed out, thin and bittersweet, trickling
down Gabriel’s throat with the first bite, the catalyst to set his entire body
into motion.

With an internal clap of thunder, the werewolf swallowed the
last drop of shed blood and then bounded onto the bed, flinging Vance down
under him, straddling his waist.

The vampire boy was dazed from impact of his body on the
mattress, but soon recovered. He was not one to give up dominance so easily, so
he smiled and ran his nails like strokes of a spider’s legs over the leather
trousers of the thighs that grew from either side of him, shredding the
material into meaningless strips before the man could plot his next move.

With a groan, Van Helsing finished the job, separating the
tattered top portion of his pants, reveling everything from his hips down to
his knees, which still had sections of leather wrapped securely around them.
Showing his swollen erection, blinding in it’s full potential, was like dripping
blood into a shark tank.

The two men went mad, with erratic movement, so fast it all
became a blur. Vance lunged for the reveled treasure, Gabriel pinned him down
by smashing his own chest down against the vampire’s and chewing black lips into
a bruising kiss that exploded into a struggle between two tongues and several
pairs of teeth. Finally Vance sliced a fang down the man’s tongue hypnotizing
slowly before stabbing doclasclasping his claws into shoulders and ramming him
upward and over until Gabriel was the one with his head to the mattress.

yes"> “Undo my pants,” the vampire demanded so low it almost made
the depths of your heart crumble. And if that did not motivate Van Helsing
enough, a violent rub against the back of his balls certainly did.

While his own fingers were compelled to strip off the tight
garment, the boy undid the buttons of the holy man’s shirt with his teeth and
discarded the garment. He licked and nibbled on the fragile skin beneath until
it shone with red-tinged saliva.

Once Vance’s pants were discarded, Gabriel took the
opportunity to snake around and knock his heel against the back of the
vampire’s knees. The boy fell over with a start, causing their erections to
bend against one another sending sparks through their lower bodies.

Damp black hair was blinding Vance and he wasn’t so sure it
was all his. He struggled to gain control again, but the pressure against his
dick was compelling. Then it was too late, the monster slayer pushed him
backwards and he was pinned to the mattress, having his legs split open by
frantically shaking hands.

The younger man moaned and kept his legs stiffly together,
lifting himself up by the still held grasp on the older man’s shoulders. He
continued battering the toned flesh of Gabriel’s chest with teeth and teasing
it with tendering licks. One pert nipple found itself the victim due to the
level of effect it produced on the man. His entire body quivered and he made
whimpering sounds at the actions. Now was the perfect opportunity for Vance to
flip the man off him.

Out of nowhere, Van Helsing struck back, pumping with a
sudden strength at the hard shaft of Vance’s cock, making his eyes roll back
into his head with a hiss of breath. The victor used the distraction time to
pry apart the slim thighs and lunge into the back entrance.

Without proper preparation, it was a difficult fit; the
puckered ring was sealed impossibly small. It took a few initial thrusts just
to get inside, but once he started in, the pre-cum did its job, reducing
friction. At the same time each thrust was still divinely tight, pinching his
hardened member to the point it almost prematurely released its load. Vance
meanwhile was experiencing the beautiful pain of a massive intruder chaffing the
tunnel the lead inside of him, pummeling the walls with relentless force.

At first it was the pain that kept the boy down. Then it
switched to the twinge of intangible thrill as he feel Gabriel’s dick collide
with his prostate. He didn’t want to fight it, but a memory that had clung to
him like a bur changed his mind.

Vance sat up, casting away the pains and pleasures this
motion caused both him and the man fucking him. The vampire brushed the curtain
of hair from Van Helsing’s neck and trailed his tongue across the area,
exploring. He hissed with the next pound against his hot spot, his eyes
illuminating sharper shards of blue, his jaw stretching, and his fangs
lengthening.

A single swipe across his neck was not enough. Jagged blows slit
the skin this was and that in a frenzied display timed with the strokes of the
older man inside the boy vampire. Little drips of blood pooled and were lapped
away by a busy tongue.

When Vance switched to the other side, he bucked up and into
Gabriel’s stomach, propelling the man out and causing him to fly across the
bed, blood and sweat splaying slightly as his back hit the duvet. Vance struck
up under him, gripping his inner thighs with kneading claws and pressing
inside. He thrust with rigorous intensity, stretching and scraping the tunnel
just as the man had done to him.

It was almost over now. The holy man felt the vampire lean
down to the other side of his neck to carve into it as well. He felt the
fluttering beauty of the presence inside of him pushing into the sensitive
gland resting in his lower back. But as the climax neared, the breaths grew
shorter and everything grew still around them, he gave one last effort, backing
up as the last thrust drew in and freeing himself of Vance’s erection.

They were both so close to spilling over it was torture to
refuse. Gabriel pounced on the vampire boy and made the final blow, a
bull’s-eye.

Eyes somehow were open and fixated on each other as the two
men came, and though they shook with elation, screams charging out of their
mouths as seed spurted, they kept their gaze. It was a moment that neither of
them understood, but they were both content beyond normal measure to the point
of forbidden tears.

Gasping for air, Van Helsing pulled out with a popping noise
and rolled over onto his back, clinging to the listless boy like a rag doll.
Before Vance snuggled in to catch his breath he slid up, his stomach and
Gabriel’s slick with his semen made this an easily attained feat.

His retracted fangs were still sharp enough trap rap across
the flesh of his lover’s neck and finish what he had started. Once the carving
ceased, he lay against the hunter’s bare chest, the shirt he wore and the
bottoms of the man’s pants the only clothes that remained.

“So… you liked that?” Vance sighed, having regained his
composure.

“What exactly did you do to my neck?” Gabriel changed the
subject, brushing across the now dried blood of the scratches.

“I wrote a message for you. See if you can read it,” he
sounded like a child anxious to impress his mother.

Gabriel shrugged and complied, tracing the lines left by the
boy’s teeth, first on his left side, then on his right. When he comprehended
the letters, he let out a gasp.

“Vance’s Master,” the man whispered, a dreading building up
inside him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“What do you think?” the vampire wrapped his arms around the
monster slayer’s firm chest in sweet surrender. “From now on, I’m yours. I will
do as you command.”

“Why?” he wasn’t sure how to react, whether he should play it
out for the sake of his job, or forsake it because of his job. Which was
better, having a vampire on your side, or killing the said vampire? He would
have known the answer to that under normal circumstances, but not after having
just had a very satisfying romp with said vampire.

“Because you’re the best fuck I’ve ever had, and because I
trust you. I let you be the one to release inside of me in the end because I
could see in those deep eyes of yours that you would protect me. You’d stay
with me. Otherwise I’d never have done it,” the vampire’s voice was so soft,
barely above a whisper.

couldn’t let himself knock down the boy’s ideals, to tell him that he really
had no intentions of ever seeing Vance again after that night. Already the
reality of the situation was threatening to churn the contents of his stomach
back up again, and he hadn’t even seriously considered the dire effects.

“I have a question, Vance,” Van Helsing decided to play
unemotional detective. Good call, after that had worked so well to win Anna’s
heart. Maybe she hadn’t even loved him in the first place. For that matter,
maybe he never loved her. Sex with Vance was really the best thing that
had ever happened to him. But he really couldn’t let himself think of that as
love. His head ached with the overload of emotions.

“I have one for you as well, but you can go first,” Vance
slurred, sleepily, his face pressed warmly smooth against the killer’s chest.
He was so innocent like this, so helpless.

“Vance, why is it that you aren’t afraid of me?” the older
man choked.

“I could ask the same of you. But I think I know. It’s called
love,” the boy looked up and smiled, an eerie wisdom emanating from him.

“Why… why do you love me? We haven’t even met before…” the
muddle of Gabriel’s mind was breaking out in harsh streaks on his voice.

“We have, actually. We met a long time ago.”

This was news to Van Helsing.

“But… I think I would re - ”

“You wouldn’t remember. You know how vampires make people
into their pets? They erase memories. They bite down far enough to slurp out
the person’s past,” Vance sounded cold, sorrowful.

“And… you did that to me?” he tried to put some puzzle pieces
together not trying to hide his confusion, so much for being unemotional.

“Yes. I saw you at a cathedral in Germany and I was so
lonely… I was very young then, and I thought you could help me. You looked holy
in my eyes, and for some reason I wanted to be clean. So I thought I’d make you
into a vampire. But I botched up the bite. I didn’t go deep enough to make you
a vampire, but I did cause you some memory loss,” he shuddered and squeezed
tighter against the older man’s chest.

“That’s why I have no recollection of those missions to
Germany a while back. That makes sense I suppose,” he tried ut aut a cheerier
sparkle back in the boy’s eyes but failed miserably.

“Why did you come to the castle tonight? All I knew was you
were going to be here,” he was still a little burdened by the thought of their
first encounter.

“Because I had to rescue the last of the Valerious line from
Dracula. Princess Anna.”

“And you lost. Too bad you didn’t get to kick his ass. I hate
Dracula,” he was such a sad little boy in his tone now, and Gabriel wondered
how young he really was. “Did you love her?”

“Who?” Van Helsing inquired pensively.

“Anna. Did you love her?”

“I don’t know. I thought I did,” the left hand of God was
being dragged down by fatigue all of a sudden.

“Hmm… so what will you do now?” Vance was equally exhausted,
and murmuring in a similar fashion.

“I don’t know. I thought I was a werewolf, so I figured I
would have to kill myself. But now… I don’t know. I guess I’m not a werewolf
anymore,” through hooded eyes, he looked towards a window outside of which a
starlit sky supported an impossibly yellow moon. “No. I must not be. Even if
the curse hadn’t completely taken hold I would have felt the pull of the moon,
right?”

No response. The vampire had fallen asleep on top of him; his
rhythmic breathing tapped their stomachs together with every intake of air.

“I’ll deal with you in the morning,” he said stiffly.

Gabriel kissed Vance tenderly on the head and fell into a
very serene sleep.

Well, don’t say I didn’t warn you…
that WAS hard yaoi… really hard… (happy riley! WHEE!!!) … hmmm… in case you
care… I watched the Tony Awards with hugh j. … LOVED his “boy from Oz” sexy fag
performance… and for that, yes, I am a freak… yaoi is my natural habitat, but…
I do have to admit, Anna and Dracy is the main pairing… they’re the cool kids,
and they’re the favored pairing I’m sure. Now I think I’ll thank some reviewing
kids: (if I don’t thank you, then you get this special prize: A REALLY PRETTY
VAMPY ANNA NECKLACE!!! YAY!!!)

Siryn13: Thanks for a nice
compliment on my writing! (*blush*) I strive to make everything I write feel
REAL because I want people to feel what the characters do… or at least see
them… and not just the smut either… ok so mostly the smut… anyhoo, thanks a
million! (and yeah, the last bit of chapy 1 was probably rushed, I think it was
late at night and I was tired or something… or just lazy, who knows?)

Dash Conlon: YAY! I’m glad you’re
interested in Vance/Van Helsing… Vance says he is much pleased, and is glad to
get a little fan mail. He’s such a diva, I love my little OC baby. He’s the
first one to go out into the cold cruel Internet. (and this chapter was
definitely vance/van helsing, no?)

Verona Dracula: Wish I could take
credit for the cure idea… (*shame*) it was my master rei-rei’s idea. And I did
correct the valerious name in the later chapters… I just must not have caught
it before in that one you read…sorry! It gets on my nerves when people fuck up
the names of stuff in their stories, so I should be more careful with mine!
Thanks for reviewing!

Fleur K.: Thanks for praising Vance…
he enjoys it immensely… also thankings to you for two reviews! The more the
merrier! And yes, anna/Dracula straight porn is… GOOD. It’s a little out of my
element, but… I like it, and you can count on more in later chapters… I guess…
keep reading pwease? …

Raija: I didn’t get a life, as it is
now apparent. Thanks for three very cool reviews! I’m happy you enjoyed my
story! It’s going to be really long, and I’ll finish it and everything, I
promise! You’re so nicccceeee… (*sniffle*) sorry. I got carried away. YAY! YOU
ROCK!

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iridescent eyes: thanks for reading, thanks for loving, and LONG LIVE
DRACULA/ANNA!!!! … and… just between you and me, Anna turns me on too… hehehe…
especially in her feisty vampy form… (*rawr*) …