Shards of Salvation
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Category:
S through Z › Van Helsing
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
6,530
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 -- Prologue
Shards of Salvation
TIMELINE : 4 years after Gabriel Van Helsing becomes a Hunter for the Order.
PLACE : Vatican City, Rome, Italy.
PAIRING : Gabriel/Carl
RATING : R to NC-17
DISCLAIMER : I don't own these characters. I make no money. This is just for amusement's sake.
PROLOGUE
Early Morning : July 03.
From the glimmer of light in the sky, it was clear that the sun was just about to rise over Vatican City. He would have been a lot happier if that was what had caused Carl to wake so suddenly. His breathing was hitched and sweat trickled down his chest.
The young man blinked in confusion and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He had obviously been dreaming again, for his hard aching cock was still twitching with the memory. The friar stretched his bare arms and lifted his buttocks into the air, by God, he wanted so badly to be touched.
Perhaps going to bed naked was not the best idea, but it had been so hot the night before. He sighed and tried to think about something else, -anything- else. It was moments like these that made him wonder why he stayed here. He was not precisely a religious man being more inclined towards science. He was in fact, a genius in that respect. He did believe in God, but God was not his drive, nor was God his passion.
There were greater sins than Masturbation. Even so, if he was caught, he would be forced to pay the consequences. He counted up to ten and whimpered for his brain would not function any farther than ten. All the blood in his body seemed centered upon that one particular organ.
"Stop thinking." He begged himself. "Stop it. Just go back to sleep. It will go away."
But this particular thing did not oblige his mind and go away. It remained. The memories of the dream also persisted and small tears of frustration prickled in his brilliant blue eyes as he forced them closed. There was one face which he could not drive away from his mind no matter how much he tried.
Gabriel Van Helsing’s dark image invaded his thoughts. The man’s beautiful dark brown hair loose and full about his neck. Carl sighed, seeing his strong shoulders bare and tense from exertion and his lips pressed together. The man’s intense eyes were stormy with need. God, he was an absolutely perfect specimen of a man.
Carl’s breathing hitched. No, he couldn’t. If the sin of masturbation was great, this one was even worse. His body however, ignored him and inflamed his need even more. Finally he gave a light cry and flipped around on his back again. Effortlessly he kicked the sheet off the bed and his fingers circled around his mercilessly hard cock.
It only took a few minutes to bring about completion and Carl lay panting in his bed. He nibbled on his bottom lip as he reached under his bedside table and grabbed a cloth to wipe off his stomach. He could not get up yet, he was trembling too hard. It was a mixture of fear and frustration. He would have to admit this sin in confession today though he would need to leave Gabriel out of it.
He had -tried- to stop himself, he had. Maybe it was because he knew Van Helsing was due back. The little friar supposed he could have flung a lot of cold water onto his body, but that would have made him ill. He was susceptible to cold air -and- cold water.
His fingers traced the cold stone at the edge of his bed miserably. Carl had never felt like this about -anyone-. In fact, he hardly knew what he was doing other than it felt good to rub -that-. How could two men have sex anyway? Carl felt his face becoming quite hot as an idea entered his mind. No, surely not that way.
He wondered if there was anything in the library on it. He had found references to sex with women of course as well as childbirth and other things. It was scientific research, his mind justified. Just that.
Finally he managed to swing his legs over the edge of the bed and stagger to his feet. The young man made his way to a basin of water and began to wash himself. He caught a glimpse of his body in the dusty mirror of his room and sighed. Scrawny, thin and altogether unappealing. Compared to Gabriel, he was nothing. Who would want him anyway?
To Be Continued
TIMELINE : 4 years after Gabriel Van Helsing becomes a Hunter for the Order.
PLACE : Vatican City, Rome, Italy.
PAIRING : Gabriel/Carl
RATING : R to NC-17
DISCLAIMER : I don't own these characters. I make no money. This is just for amusement's sake.
PROLOGUE
Early Morning : July 03.
From the glimmer of light in the sky, it was clear that the sun was just about to rise over Vatican City. He would have been a lot happier if that was what had caused Carl to wake so suddenly. His breathing was hitched and sweat trickled down his chest.
The young man blinked in confusion and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He had obviously been dreaming again, for his hard aching cock was still twitching with the memory. The friar stretched his bare arms and lifted his buttocks into the air, by God, he wanted so badly to be touched.
Perhaps going to bed naked was not the best idea, but it had been so hot the night before. He sighed and tried to think about something else, -anything- else. It was moments like these that made him wonder why he stayed here. He was not precisely a religious man being more inclined towards science. He was in fact, a genius in that respect. He did believe in God, but God was not his drive, nor was God his passion.
There were greater sins than Masturbation. Even so, if he was caught, he would be forced to pay the consequences. He counted up to ten and whimpered for his brain would not function any farther than ten. All the blood in his body seemed centered upon that one particular organ.
"Stop thinking." He begged himself. "Stop it. Just go back to sleep. It will go away."
But this particular thing did not oblige his mind and go away. It remained. The memories of the dream also persisted and small tears of frustration prickled in his brilliant blue eyes as he forced them closed. There was one face which he could not drive away from his mind no matter how much he tried.
Gabriel Van Helsing’s dark image invaded his thoughts. The man’s beautiful dark brown hair loose and full about his neck. Carl sighed, seeing his strong shoulders bare and tense from exertion and his lips pressed together. The man’s intense eyes were stormy with need. God, he was an absolutely perfect specimen of a man.
Carl’s breathing hitched. No, he couldn’t. If the sin of masturbation was great, this one was even worse. His body however, ignored him and inflamed his need even more. Finally he gave a light cry and flipped around on his back again. Effortlessly he kicked the sheet off the bed and his fingers circled around his mercilessly hard cock.
It only took a few minutes to bring about completion and Carl lay panting in his bed. He nibbled on his bottom lip as he reached under his bedside table and grabbed a cloth to wipe off his stomach. He could not get up yet, he was trembling too hard. It was a mixture of fear and frustration. He would have to admit this sin in confession today though he would need to leave Gabriel out of it.
He had -tried- to stop himself, he had. Maybe it was because he knew Van Helsing was due back. The little friar supposed he could have flung a lot of cold water onto his body, but that would have made him ill. He was susceptible to cold air -and- cold water.
His fingers traced the cold stone at the edge of his bed miserably. Carl had never felt like this about -anyone-. In fact, he hardly knew what he was doing other than it felt good to rub -that-. How could two men have sex anyway? Carl felt his face becoming quite hot as an idea entered his mind. No, surely not that way.
He wondered if there was anything in the library on it. He had found references to sex with women of course as well as childbirth and other things. It was scientific research, his mind justified. Just that.
Finally he managed to swing his legs over the edge of the bed and stagger to his feet. The young man made his way to a basin of water and began to wash himself. He caught a glimpse of his body in the dusty mirror of his room and sighed. Scrawny, thin and altogether unappealing. Compared to Gabriel, he was nothing. Who would want him anyway?
To Be Continued