Shards of Salvation
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Category:
S through Z › Van Helsing
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
6,536
Reviews:
22
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.
Shards of Salvation V
TIMELINE : 4 years after Gabriel Van Helsing becomes a Hunter for the Order.
PLACE : Vatican City, Rome, Italy.
DISCLAIMER : I don’t own these characters. I make no money.
PAIRING : Gabriel/Carl
RATING : R to NC-17
BETA : No. Don’t use one. Don’t recommend it. Thanks. My writing is my own. My mistakes are my own. This is for fun, not for sale.
CHAPTER FIVE
Carl trailed after Van Helsing miserably. It never failed. He was always thwarted by the man. His lips pursed into a definite pout and he wrapped his arms around his chest to warm himself from the chill of the night. “Van Helsing…” he said finally when they neared the Vatican. “Van Helsing!” The friar stopped and would go no further.
Gabriel noticed Carl was no longer walking behind him a couple of seconds later, and looked over his shoulder. Carl was standing by a bench and looking more than a little frustrated. He couldn’t blame him, after all. A place like that played upon your senses. “Come on, Carl. Its cold out.”
“Oh, stuff it.” Carl said with a sharp snort. “I’m not going back to the Vatican tonight. You may as well know now, you’ll have to drag me there…”
Uh-oh. He probably shouldn’t have said that. For Gabriel was striding over as if he was going to carry out that particular request without any qualms whatsoever. Carl laid both hands against the elder man’s chest attempting to push him away as he backed up -into the bench- and was forced to sit down.
Oh dear.
Carl visibly flushed. He was now staring right at Gabriel’s crotch. Well, it was securely behind his pants, naturally…but it was right there…two inches from him. His mind had him unbuttoning those pants…touching…what? No. Bad, Bad, Bad idea. Gabriel thankfully crouched down to stare at him.
“Surely you’re not a virgin, Carl.” Gabriel said, “What on earth were you doing in a place like that?”
I was there so I could get a man to take me. Carl’s mouth opened and he found he could not answer, he was speechless for the very first time. “N-no.” he murmured, “Not exactly.”
“What do you mean, Not exactly?” Van Helsing’s eyebrows rose.
“Oh, Damnit. Stay out of my business, Van Helsing.” Carl huffed. “It has nothing to do with you.”
“Doesn’t it? You’re my friend Carl, and I don’t want you to make a mistake that will ruin your chosen life.” He gazed up at the young friar, an unreadable emotion in his eyes. “You’re cold…” The hunter sat on the bench and wrapped an arm around his friend.
Just a friend. Carl sighed, and laid his head against Gabriel’s chest, listening to his heartbeat. His hand crept down, resting dangerously near a certain place against his own will. Gods he wanted to…. Gabriel was rubbing his arm and he gave a soft whimper. “I just want to know.”
And then Gabriel shifted, and his hand connected to that place. All he could do was leave it there, mesmerized by the warmth that he felt from it. Then his eyes almost fell out of his head, it was growing, becoming stiffer. And…he had done nothing other than rest his hand over it. Gabriel’s fingers clutched his shoulder and he felt the man’s breathing become slightly ragged. Tentatively he rubbed up the length and was rewarded by a low rumble. Oh! What would it feel like without the material there. His body was becoming alive with the need for attention…for further experimentation. He did not dare look at Van Helsing, afraid that might break whatever spell had been cast over them.
When Gabriel did not stop him he became bolder with his strokes, thankful that they were in a secluded area of the gardens and that it was dark. He edged one of the button’s open, thankful for nimble fingers and decided it was time to find out just how warm it was. Carl slid his hand down and underneath the material. Beautiful. He gasped, feeling it pulse underneath his hand. Then he dared to look up.
Van Helsing’s eyes were closed, his face flushed. The moonlight was glittering above them and Carl wondered how his lips would taste. Yet he did not dare break the spell, for this was a moment he would never forget. Gabriel groaned, and Carl snuggled closer. His fingers quested down the length of his friend’s shaft, finding his sacks and rolling his fingers over them. He felt Van Helsing’s breath quicken and his hips lift. The hunter clutched him, fingernails digging into his shoulder. He felt quite sure he’d have bruises there tomorrow.
He stroked and stroked, delighting in the sweet groans from his friends lips and the way Gabriel shuddered with passion. Finally, a sweet, hushed cry broke from the hunter’s lips and felt warm seed gush over his fingers. It had not taken long, maybe ten or fifteen minutes. Carl slipped his hand away and did not look up. He felt Gabriel hold him, his friend’s body still shuddering from the encounter.
He was not sure how long they stayed there, cuddled together before he felt Van Helsing shift. “We have to get back to the Abby, Carl.” his tone was warm, yet there was nothing -more- there. He did not speak of what they had just done.
Carl yawned and agreed, “Yes.” his gaze refusing to meet the elder man’s. He was so afraid what he’d find there. Loathing, disgust….
They rose slowly, and Gabriel kept his arm wrapped around Carl’s shoulders. The friar was glad for the support because he doubted he would have been able to move himself. Every step they were closer to the Abbey, Carl felt dread building up in his soul. He had just committed a terrible sin…and with his best friend. He could not confess it, he would be shunned. Masturbation was one thing, touching another man’s… well, that was a greater sin than finding pleasure in a female. How could he face Gabriel again?
His mind was so jumbled that he did not realize they had come to his chamber until they were there and Gabriel pushed open the door for him. It was then that he dared to look at his friend. What he saw there made his head spin. It was not loathing, nor was it disgust. Gabriel was staring at him with a hungry look that made every part of his body shiver with desire. Stay! Stay! He wanted to scream.
“I need to go.” Gabriel said, pulling his senses together. One of them had to. “Sleep well, Carl. I’ll see you in the morning.”
Carl stared, dumbfounded as the door shut and Gabriel was gone. His knees buckled and he collapsed on his bed. Good God. What had just happened? Had it been real? How was he going to even be able to look at Gabriel without thinking about it? Ah…
He sniffled into his pillow, remembering the sweet sounds from Gabriel’s lips. Sounds that he had caused. When finally he drifted off to sleep, it was Gabriel’s name on his own lips.
Sleep did not come as easily to Gabriel Van Helsing. His body was alive from Carl’s touch, every part of him screamed for more. That one stolen moment opened up a whole new sea of possibilities he did not dare contemplate. Maybe he should start his 101 days now. Leave while he still had his senses and before he and Carl did something they would both regret.
It was this decision that he made that allowed him to finally sleep. In the morning, he would speak to the Cardinal, and then he would leave so that Carl would be free of him.
**To Be Continued**
PLACE : Vatican City, Rome, Italy.
DISCLAIMER : I don’t own these characters. I make no money.
PAIRING : Gabriel/Carl
RATING : R to NC-17
BETA : No. Don’t use one. Don’t recommend it. Thanks. My writing is my own. My mistakes are my own. This is for fun, not for sale.
CHAPTER FIVE
Carl trailed after Van Helsing miserably. It never failed. He was always thwarted by the man. His lips pursed into a definite pout and he wrapped his arms around his chest to warm himself from the chill of the night. “Van Helsing…” he said finally when they neared the Vatican. “Van Helsing!” The friar stopped and would go no further.
Gabriel noticed Carl was no longer walking behind him a couple of seconds later, and looked over his shoulder. Carl was standing by a bench and looking more than a little frustrated. He couldn’t blame him, after all. A place like that played upon your senses. “Come on, Carl. Its cold out.”
“Oh, stuff it.” Carl said with a sharp snort. “I’m not going back to the Vatican tonight. You may as well know now, you’ll have to drag me there…”
Uh-oh. He probably shouldn’t have said that. For Gabriel was striding over as if he was going to carry out that particular request without any qualms whatsoever. Carl laid both hands against the elder man’s chest attempting to push him away as he backed up -into the bench- and was forced to sit down.
Oh dear.
Carl visibly flushed. He was now staring right at Gabriel’s crotch. Well, it was securely behind his pants, naturally…but it was right there…two inches from him. His mind had him unbuttoning those pants…touching…what? No. Bad, Bad, Bad idea. Gabriel thankfully crouched down to stare at him.
“Surely you’re not a virgin, Carl.” Gabriel said, “What on earth were you doing in a place like that?”
I was there so I could get a man to take me. Carl’s mouth opened and he found he could not answer, he was speechless for the very first time. “N-no.” he murmured, “Not exactly.”
“What do you mean, Not exactly?” Van Helsing’s eyebrows rose.
“Oh, Damnit. Stay out of my business, Van Helsing.” Carl huffed. “It has nothing to do with you.”
“Doesn’t it? You’re my friend Carl, and I don’t want you to make a mistake that will ruin your chosen life.” He gazed up at the young friar, an unreadable emotion in his eyes. “You’re cold…” The hunter sat on the bench and wrapped an arm around his friend.
Just a friend. Carl sighed, and laid his head against Gabriel’s chest, listening to his heartbeat. His hand crept down, resting dangerously near a certain place against his own will. Gods he wanted to…. Gabriel was rubbing his arm and he gave a soft whimper. “I just want to know.”
And then Gabriel shifted, and his hand connected to that place. All he could do was leave it there, mesmerized by the warmth that he felt from it. Then his eyes almost fell out of his head, it was growing, becoming stiffer. And…he had done nothing other than rest his hand over it. Gabriel’s fingers clutched his shoulder and he felt the man’s breathing become slightly ragged. Tentatively he rubbed up the length and was rewarded by a low rumble. Oh! What would it feel like without the material there. His body was becoming alive with the need for attention…for further experimentation. He did not dare look at Van Helsing, afraid that might break whatever spell had been cast over them.
When Gabriel did not stop him he became bolder with his strokes, thankful that they were in a secluded area of the gardens and that it was dark. He edged one of the button’s open, thankful for nimble fingers and decided it was time to find out just how warm it was. Carl slid his hand down and underneath the material. Beautiful. He gasped, feeling it pulse underneath his hand. Then he dared to look up.
Van Helsing’s eyes were closed, his face flushed. The moonlight was glittering above them and Carl wondered how his lips would taste. Yet he did not dare break the spell, for this was a moment he would never forget. Gabriel groaned, and Carl snuggled closer. His fingers quested down the length of his friend’s shaft, finding his sacks and rolling his fingers over them. He felt Van Helsing’s breath quicken and his hips lift. The hunter clutched him, fingernails digging into his shoulder. He felt quite sure he’d have bruises there tomorrow.
He stroked and stroked, delighting in the sweet groans from his friends lips and the way Gabriel shuddered with passion. Finally, a sweet, hushed cry broke from the hunter’s lips and felt warm seed gush over his fingers. It had not taken long, maybe ten or fifteen minutes. Carl slipped his hand away and did not look up. He felt Gabriel hold him, his friend’s body still shuddering from the encounter.
He was not sure how long they stayed there, cuddled together before he felt Van Helsing shift. “We have to get back to the Abby, Carl.” his tone was warm, yet there was nothing -more- there. He did not speak of what they had just done.
Carl yawned and agreed, “Yes.” his gaze refusing to meet the elder man’s. He was so afraid what he’d find there. Loathing, disgust….
They rose slowly, and Gabriel kept his arm wrapped around Carl’s shoulders. The friar was glad for the support because he doubted he would have been able to move himself. Every step they were closer to the Abbey, Carl felt dread building up in his soul. He had just committed a terrible sin…and with his best friend. He could not confess it, he would be shunned. Masturbation was one thing, touching another man’s… well, that was a greater sin than finding pleasure in a female. How could he face Gabriel again?
His mind was so jumbled that he did not realize they had come to his chamber until they were there and Gabriel pushed open the door for him. It was then that he dared to look at his friend. What he saw there made his head spin. It was not loathing, nor was it disgust. Gabriel was staring at him with a hungry look that made every part of his body shiver with desire. Stay! Stay! He wanted to scream.
“I need to go.” Gabriel said, pulling his senses together. One of them had to. “Sleep well, Carl. I’ll see you in the morning.”
Carl stared, dumbfounded as the door shut and Gabriel was gone. His knees buckled and he collapsed on his bed. Good God. What had just happened? Had it been real? How was he going to even be able to look at Gabriel without thinking about it? Ah…
He sniffled into his pillow, remembering the sweet sounds from Gabriel’s lips. Sounds that he had caused. When finally he drifted off to sleep, it was Gabriel’s name on his own lips.
Sleep did not come as easily to Gabriel Van Helsing. His body was alive from Carl’s touch, every part of him screamed for more. That one stolen moment opened up a whole new sea of possibilities he did not dare contemplate. Maybe he should start his 101 days now. Leave while he still had his senses and before he and Carl did something they would both regret.
It was this decision that he made that allowed him to finally sleep. In the morning, he would speak to the Cardinal, and then he would leave so that Carl would be free of him.
**To Be Continued**