Dark Beauty

I have a confession to make… I’ve been reading lots of
Kingdom Hearts fics b/c I think riku fucking sora is hot… I really can’t stand
sora, but riku is hot and the fact that they are both little boys turns me on…
my God, is that sick or what? Don’t worry… I’ll never write a lemon with them…
but my other guilty pleasure, is Wolf’s Rain, tsumeXtoboe… if you have no idea
what I’m talking about, toboe is like a cute little boy and tsume is this
bad-ass guy… big age difference… and… it still turns me on… I think I need
help… OH! and I’d like to inform that this chapter actually has no porn in it,
WOOT!

Disclaimer: Leave me alone you damn Nazis. See? I’m insane.
You don’t even want to try to sue me. I’m making no profit besides probably
scarring a few kids for life. Such is my pitiful existence.

Enter if you dare: There isn’t really anything lemony going
down, but non the less, two guys did just have rough vampy sex and they are
waking up from it. For that matter, two vamps just woke up from having similar
brutal bloody passion. Other than that, I guess I’ll warn you that Igor is in
this chapter. He kinda needs a warning. Not like he’s doing anything dirty,
just that he exists. Kinda scary, yes?

“Master! The monster has been found! He was brought to us
last night. Master… Master?” Igor heaved aside the enormous mahogany door and
burst into the room.

Under a nest of black velvet, two vampires lay, their limbs
tangled and bare after a long night of blood lust. Fortunately, being vampires,
their wounds had healed, otherwise the sight of covers strewn around and about
creamy flesh would have been marred with gashes and bruises too numerous to
count.

“Master?” the deformed lackey approached the bed cautiously.

Eyelids flicked and a head tilted up from a hollow between
the twisted of velvet.

“Igor,” the blue eyes sharpened violently. “What do you think
you are doing? Are you that IMPUTIENT THAT YOUR MEAGER CRUMB OF A BRAIN
COULDN’T THINK TO KNOCK BEFORE ENTERING A ROOM!?”

“Forgive me master,” the
servant cowered, bowing to the floor.

“You’re pathetic. Just tell me what you came here for and
then get out of my sight. Your stench is almost as repulsive as your malformed
carcass and my senses are torn between which to abhor the most,” the vampire
sighed, his anger ebbing to severe annoyance.

“The monster was brought in last night. The key to
Frankenstein’s machine,” he wheezed in excitement.

Dracula smiled looking down at the woman whose heart beat
against his chest as she slumbered. The longer he gazed at her, sleep painting
her an angel of quiet grace, the more his smile widened.

“Soon you will not just be a bride, but a dark queen at my
side, as our children infest the entirety of the world, Anna,” he whispered
warmly in her ear, giving the sensory organ a wet nibble. “Soon.”

There it was again. That strange rumbling sound that almost
came from the depths of the earth beneath him.

Carl snapped awake, his head turning forty-five degrees in
every direction. He had no idea where he was or what he was doing sleeping
against a marble pillar in a hall with Baroque décor almost so elaborate in was
nauseating. But the gold trim on the inlaid wood panels really was not what the
friar was concerned about right at that moment. The noise he had heard in his
dream had started up in reality now, and he could tell it was coming from a
wall behind him.

His mind reeled around in a circle, and he recalled the
previous evening. Van Helsing and he had gone to the masked ball in Budapest,
in the palace. That must be where he was now. But where was Van Helsing?

He tried to stand up, but it felt as though all his organs
were full of lead. And it was unevenly distributed too, far too much in the
vicinity of his brain. What had happened last night?

Then he remembered a little more.
Gabriel had run off after finding out about Anna becoming a vampire. Very good
job, recalling all that after drinking all those glasses given to him by the
flirty lady vampire at the ball, wasn’t it? Oh. That’s what it was. He got
drunk and passed out in a hall, while Van Helsing mourned the failure of his
mission and loss of his love.

Content to having figured out the situation, despite the rather
grim circumstances of it, Carl decided to go and find the monster slayer. And
first, he’d check the room where the strange noises were coming from.

After an incredible amount of effort, the friar managed to
pick himself off the ground and take the several steps in took to get to the
door. By then, the sounds were a little louder and he was starting to realize
that this idea had been stupid, despite his condition. God knows what could lay
inside that room.

The man swallowed and went for it anyway, throwing the door
open and trudging inside. This partially was do to his being near collapsing in
the first place and having no strength left to move anywhere else. What met his
eyes was the most disturbing sight he had ever come across. It was so horrific
it was crippling, sending him to the floor, clawing at his eyes.

Gabriel Van Helsing was sprawled in a bed completely naked.
And the rumbling Carl had heard was a chorus of snores loud enough to drive
even a deaf man mad.

“Uh… my eyes… my head… God, why?” the friar rather melted
into the floor in his sickened condition, partial hangover and partial seeing
his “boss” awkwardly indisposed.

“Damn it, does he always snore like this?” a foreign voice
came out from a chair on the fide ide of the room, next to a window whose
curtains were drawn tight shut, casting a dim light over thom. om. A fire lay
dying in the fireplace, now nothing but ashes, providing the only light.

The hunter suddenly sat straight up.

“What was that you said?” the holy man gasped, waking shaking
free of a deep slumber.

“I asked your little friend if you always snored like that,”
Vance replied careless as always from the chair.

“Only after I’ve had good sex,” he smiled at the boy heaving
his legs over the side of the bed. He instantly regretted saying it when the
vampire jumped onto his lap, curling his legs around the hunter’s back. Vance
wasn’t even wearing any pants yet, making the situation a little harder, in
more than one sense of the word.

“So, I pleased you, master,” Vance hissed like steam
into Gabriel’s ear, making him blush and try to change the subject. It was
actually just starting to hit him how serious of an offense he had just made.

Let’s forget the fact that holy men aren’t supposed to sleep
with anyone. He had broken that before with a few maidens he rescued and
a few whores when in the mood. That wasn’t the problem. Forget perhaps the fact
that the sexual activities took place with a vampire, a child of Satan. That might
not go over well, but given the circumstances of his being a werewolf and
vampire blood giving a rush of lust the way it did, it was understandable. What
troubled him the most, and he could have no excuse for was that Vance was
another man, a fact he was now painfully reminded of as he felt a hardness
squishing into his stomach.

It was an unforgivable sin, both to the Church and to himself
to be attracted to someone of the same gender. The mere thought of it gave way
to corrosion of his stomach. But at the same time, remembering sensations from
the night before made a lot of blood flow southward, and he was pretty sure it
wasn’t just an effect of drinking vampire blood.

“Master? Are you alright, dear?” Vance pierced the complex
web of thought with those enticing blue eyes.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he sighed. He had to do something to prove
to himself that he had no attraction to the boy. So he held the boy’s chin
stationary and chastely placed his lips against the faded black ones.

All the veins in Gabriel’s body clogged with fireflies,
blinking on and off and fluttering at a rapid rate. All from one simple kiss,
he felt such momentum inside of him. There was a small part of him that wanted
to deny his enjoyment of kissing the boy, but he couldn’t believe it. He would
much rather deepen the lock of their two mouths with his tongue.

Vance broke away too soon, sneering as he wriggled his firm
behind over the man’s erection.

“Mmm… you know you like it…” the vampire teased. “Give me
some more. Please, Master Gabriel I need it…”

“Van Helsing!” Carl squeaked from the floor in objection,
straining his muscles to stand up, his eyes shut tight.

“What the… Carl?” the man turned, pushing his younger lover
from his lap so that the boy landing on the floor with a discontenting thump.
“Oh my God… I had no idea you were here…”

“I told you about him, I said that I was talking to him when
you woke up,” Vance picked himself up with an air of vengeful dignity.

“You did not… oh wait… yes, you did. Never mind though, that
doesn’t matter. Carl, what are you doing here?” Gabriel rubbed his temples,
frustrated with himself and the rest of the world at his predicament.

“I… I couldn’t remember what happened and then I tried to
find you. You see after you left I got drunk. But first I sent someone after
you, that fellow over there,” Carl pointed blindly to a bedpost.

“You mean Vance?”

it. You didn’t… you weren’t serious when you said… Van Helsing did you let that
vampire have sex with you?” Carl was mortified, almost whining in his fright.

“Well, technically he ended up fucking me, if you want to get
specific,” Vance was cordial in his chair again.

Carl almost keeled over.

Gabriel glared at his now devoted love slave and then turned
back to the friar having a metal breakdown in front of him.

“You… you couldn’t. You wouldn’t… you wouldn’t really I mean…
if you did… we could never go back… they’d find out, the Order and they’d kill
us… both of us, and your little lover too… oh my God Van Helsing… your lover?
You’re not really gay? All those times we slept nearby each other on the
journey here… and Gabriel he’s a vampire. Are you a vampire too now? Is
everyone a vampire except me?” his voice fluctuated as he ranted, each syllable
a new trembling pitch.

yes"> “Carl, please be quiet. I am not a vampire, and neither am I
a werewolf any longer.”

“And neither are you a virgin!” the friar cried, collapsing
once more in a blubbering heap.

“That’s not true. I lost my virginity years ago to a very
lovely princess of Sweden who had been captured by a gremlin. And I am aware
that this… encounter poses a problem in our relationship to the Order. As the
left hand of God, I shouldn’t have done what I did. But I did it, and now there
is really nothing we can do but wait until they find us out and give us our
sentence,” Van Helsing sighed, surrendering to the guilt of his crime in each
word he spoke.

“What will we do?” Carl whispered, his panic now quieter, and
evere cre chilling than when it he had been a raving lunatic about it.

“How about you stay at my castle?” the vampire interjected.

“What?” both Carl and Van Helsing turned to look at him. Carl
immediately closed his eyes after he realized the boy was sitting spread-eagled
in the chair without pants on.

“I live right near here in a nicely sized castle, and both of
you are welcome to stay there with me until the mess sorts out,” Vance
clarified, winking at Gabriel.

“If it ever sorts out,” the holy man muttered under his
breath.

“Well… I wouldn’t mind that either, master,” his tone
suggested why.

“All right. Fine. It’s not like I have many choices,” the
hunter shook his head as though to fling the growing smirk from his face.

“Are you crazy?” Carl squeaked. “He’s a vampire! You’re just
going to trust him just like that?”

“I have… reasons to trust him that I will stand upon them
firmly,” he gave the boy a glance over, furrowing his eyebrows in sincerity.

“Just because he has a tight ass doesn’t mean he’s worthy of
trust!” Carl accused, sharply for him. “I mean… God, I’m sorry… I trust your
judgment in almost all cases, Gabriel, but in this matter… there’s too much at
risk if we go off with him.”

“You don’t have to go. You can go back to Rome. I’m staying
with Vance,” he really made the choice as he spoke it, setting it in stone
before he was certain he liked it.

“Thank you master,” the vampire cooed, slinking off the chair
and approaching the bed, running his fingers up Gabriel’s exposed thighs and
taking the man’s slightly weeping member into his mouth with a quick flick of
the tongue.

“Ah…yes…” the monster slayer nearly roared as the boy swirled
his tongue around the tip of the head, making small suctions with his lips.

“Van Helsing?” the friar was washed with disquiet, and he was
greatly tempted to open his eyes.

“Um…” Gabriel bit his lip to stifle the wall of ecstasy that
had just collided with his entire body, dazing him with wonder. “I… think we
should leave soon. Vance…” here he knocked the vampire off him, but prevented
him from falling on the floor by clutching the boy’s slender hips. “Can you
show us the way?”