Trinity Blood/Loveless crossover
BECAUSE ABEL DEMANDED ASKED FOR IT.
and I write what she wants. s-sigh XD
The order isn't exactly...in order. part 3 is after part 1 but 2 and 4 don't really go anywhere. cept after 1.5.
part 1
"Should I kill her?"
Ion furrowed his brow in thought for a moment, then decided firmly, "No." Radu inclined his head in acceptance and stepped back from the fallen Sacrifice, allowing her Fighter to rush to her side and wrap her into a tight embrace. Ion glanced at the pair, then scoffed and turned away, stalking off down the street, Radu shadowing him.
As the two headed back towards the Moldolva house, Radu glanced at his partner and finally asked, "Why did you want to leave them alive?" Quite honestly, he was just plain curious. Ion rarely actually fought with him; Radu prefered to fight on Auto. When he was on Auto, he didn't need to worry about Ion getting hurt, or Ion's grandmother going after his skin for his failure as a Fighter in protecting his Sacrifice. Radu had never lost. Not yet. At least, not while Ion was around. But then again, he had never returned to the house after a loss--Ion would never know how badly he was sometimes injured.
The Sacrifice shrugged and spun on a heel to face Radu, walking backwards. "I felt like it," he said, "Besides. Grandmother said we should stop killing the other teams." Radu frowned slightly, but nodded an acceptance. He would do what Ion asked, of course, when Ion was around. When he was on his own, though...well, no one had any say over what he did then. What she didn't know wouldn't hurt her.
"Ah..." Radu nearly ran into Ion's back as the Sacrifice suddenly stopped short. Another team was blocking the way, though it didn't seem intentional. They appeared to be nearly twins, though one had short blond hair and the other long silver. They were also bickering quite heatedly; Radu could tell the blond was the Sacrifice. It wasn't difficult, considering how he was essentially pinning his Fighter to the wall. Well, wasn't this interesting.
Clearing his throat to catch their attention, Radu stepped just to the front of Ion with a lazy smile, "Might I ask you two to move? Perhaps to a hotel room so you may continue on with your...conversation." He smirked, a hand on his waist. The two turned simlutaneously, drawing attention to their similarities, then the Sacrifice stepped to the back.
"We are Comorbidity."
Radu smiled slowly, lazily--a dangerous smile that was met by the smile on the Comorbidity Sacrifice's face. "We declare battle," he drawled, smug and confident.
Raising an eyebrow at the lack of a return declaration of name, Abel responded, "We accept. Initiate battle system."
As Radu did the same, he heard Ion grumble beneath his breath, "I still don't get why we're Topless. This sucks," and Radu laughed as he sent off his first spell at their opponents.
part 1.5 aka Abel's response to part 1
"YOUR EARS," Abel said. "WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO THEM WHERE ARE THEY."
"I lost them," Cain said.
"I AM GOING TO KILL YOU."
"I lost them," Cain repeated. A faintly unpleasant look crossed his face at that, but just as quickly he was smiling again. "Accidentally. Really."
"LIKE HELL."
"Can I have yours?"
Abel balked.
part 2
"How am I supposed to face Lilith and Seth tomorrow?" Abel whimpered, rubbing at his head with his hands. "I had ears and a tail when I came home tonight, but if I show up without them tomorrow morning, they'll know for sure!" His hands clenched in his hair as he drew his knees up to his chest and buried his face in them.
Cain lounged against the pillows, entirely too at ease with his nudity, and smiled slowly over at Abel, "Tell them the truth. That you got fucked by me." Abel reddened and threw a pillow at his brother's head, which Cain caught easily with a single hand. "Or you could say you slipped out to find a prostitute," he then suggested, before quickly ducking to avoid the stainless-steel paperweight that was then heading for his face.
Pouting, Abel crossed his arms miserably as he scrunched down into the blankets, "I hate you," he groused. He uncurled a bit, enough to rub at the red marks that showed up clearly on the pale skin of his wrists. "And was it really necessary to tie me up?"
"You wouldn't have allowed me to do anything otherwise," Cain said with a smug smirk. "Besides. It was a silk ribbon that you could have easily gotten out of if you had put your mind to it. Which," he added as his grin widened, "I notice you didn't. In fact, you seemed to rather enjoy it quite a bit." Abel's blush darkened and he hid his face in his hands with a groan. Cain laughed; his brother really was too cute at times.
part 3
Radu carefully closed the door behind him, eyes already shut in preparation for the punishment he knew he would get. Right on cue, his head snapped to the side as the Duchess of Moldolva's gloved hand met his cheek with a crack. Looking down at him angrily, she gave Radu a warning look before she pushed by him into Ion's room, moving directly for the bed where the injured child lay.
It was the first time Radu had lost while fighting with Ion.
Naturally, it wasn't the first time he had lost, but every time he came home with an injured Ion, the Duchess would be quite displeased with him. Radu had learned to shift as much damage as he could onto himself when he fought. It was possible, so long as the spells were phrased properly.
But the team they had fought. Way too strong. Even now, Radu couldn't understand how or why they had survived. The opposing Sacrifice was barely injured at all; Ion had been in critical condition when Radu had dashed back into the house with his Sacrifice cradled in his arms, himself quite badly injured.
Radu now paced outside Ion's door, ignoring his own wounds. They would heal on their own. But Ion. Ion needed him nearby to heal. Injuries healed faster if the pair was together. The Duchess knew this. So Radu paced back and forth and back and forth and waited until she left so he could seat himself on the bed beside Ion and concentrate on healing him.
And once Ion was in a deep, healing sleep, Radu could leave the house to walk the streets in the nights. Maybe pick a fight or two. Of course, Ion would be angry if he found out. As he wandered the alleyways, ignoring the strange looks he got, Radu thought back to the fight that they had lost so badly at.
That Sacrifice was amazing, he mused, mind sharp and calculating and...rather similar to another pair he had heard of. Beloved, if he recalled correctly. But the Fighter was very different from the Beloved Fighter. Radu remembered hearing about Agatsuma Soubi's cold efficiency; this Fighter was a romantic. Radu's lips quirked slightly at the description his mind had supplied with him. It wasn't accurate. Not a romantic so much as...not as efficient? Radu frowned. That Fighter, Abel?, was good. It would be fascinating to see who would win in a battle between Comorbidity and Beloved.
As he walked past a park, Radu's ears rang with the sounds of two battle systems activating, and he glanced over to see a battle begin. With a shrug, he kept going. Whatever happened was none of his business.
part 4 (the badfic WIP. someone help me D:) also, NSFW
Pushing his hair back from his face, Abel sighed, dragging his nails down arms that had bruises that exactly matched Cain's fingers. The fight earlier had been rather simple; Cain had sustained very little damage at all. But the way his Sacrifice, his brother, had thankd him... Abel twisted the dial of the shower from the heady warmth it had just been all the way down to an icy spray as a flush spread from his face, down his neck, to his chest. The memories of what they had just done was enough to affect him, and Abel reached up to slide a hand through the place where his ears had been until less than an hour ago.
"You're so cold," Cain purred softly from behind him as his hands trailed up Abel's back to drape over his shoulders. Abel stiffened in shock and surprise, first at Cain's sudden appearance, and second at the hardness he could feel pressing into his back. The slender hand, identical to his own, slid up his chest to tweak a nipple, drawing a shudder from Abel, before it reached forward to turn the water back to the comfortable warmth. "You need warming up."
Taking a shaking breath, Abel bit his lip as he slumped back against Cain's chest. "What are you doing in here?" he asked, even as his hand moved back to rest on a hip, holding himself upright as Cain's hand slid down, down to press a flat palm against Abel's cock.
Abel could feel Cain's smirk as teeth lightly scraped against his neck. "How could I resist?" Cain spoke against Abel's skin as his right hand moved from teasing one nipple to the other. "Such temptation, Abel, and you completely unaware of it." Cain's left hand was relentless in it's steady motion, bringing Abel to full erection.
The whimper slipped out unwittingly as Abel bucked into Cain's hand, trying to get him to move faster, or harder, or something, anything but that slow, steady movement that was more teasing than fulfilling. "Ah ah ah," Cain tsked, slowing his movements even more; Abel let out a soft, distressed cry. "What do you want?" Cain laughed, as the hand splayed across Abel's chest moved down and back to circle Abel's entrance, "This?"
Abel hands curled into fists against the smooth tile of the shower wall as Cain urged him to lean forward. A foot nudged his apart and Abel spread his legs at Cain's quiet request as Cain's hands never stopped moving, teasing. When a finger finally dipped in, Abel's back arched, a low moan echoing in the small space.
Swirling the finger around until he found Abel's prostate, Cain smirked, increasing the speed and pressure he placed on Abel's cock. He slid in another finger, then another, until Abel's hips were bucking forward into Cain's hand and back onto Cain's fingers. Then, suddenly, he stopped.
Stopped completely.
Abel nearly screamed; he had been so close! He ground himself against Cain, trying to get that friction he so desired. In response, Cain removed his hands and stepped back so their bodies didn't touch at all. "Tell me what you want, Abel." His voice was a low husk, betraying his own lust, but his control was enough that he held himself just above Abel, hovering close enough that Abel could feel the heat from his body, but allowing no contact.
"Cain!" Abel's cry was a plea in itself as he tried to twist closer. Cain simply moved further away even as he stroked a featherlight touch over Abel's thigh.
and I write what she wants. s-sigh XD
The order isn't exactly...in order. part 3 is after part 1 but 2 and 4 don't really go anywhere. cept after 1.5.
part 1
"Should I kill her?"
Ion furrowed his brow in thought for a moment, then decided firmly, "No." Radu inclined his head in acceptance and stepped back from the fallen Sacrifice, allowing her Fighter to rush to her side and wrap her into a tight embrace. Ion glanced at the pair, then scoffed and turned away, stalking off down the street, Radu shadowing him.
As the two headed back towards the Moldolva house, Radu glanced at his partner and finally asked, "Why did you want to leave them alive?" Quite honestly, he was just plain curious. Ion rarely actually fought with him; Radu prefered to fight on Auto. When he was on Auto, he didn't need to worry about Ion getting hurt, or Ion's grandmother going after his skin for his failure as a Fighter in protecting his Sacrifice. Radu had never lost. Not yet. At least, not while Ion was around. But then again, he had never returned to the house after a loss--Ion would never know how badly he was sometimes injured.
The Sacrifice shrugged and spun on a heel to face Radu, walking backwards. "I felt like it," he said, "Besides. Grandmother said we should stop killing the other teams." Radu frowned slightly, but nodded an acceptance. He would do what Ion asked, of course, when Ion was around. When he was on his own, though...well, no one had any say over what he did then. What she didn't know wouldn't hurt her.
"Ah..." Radu nearly ran into Ion's back as the Sacrifice suddenly stopped short. Another team was blocking the way, though it didn't seem intentional. They appeared to be nearly twins, though one had short blond hair and the other long silver. They were also bickering quite heatedly; Radu could tell the blond was the Sacrifice. It wasn't difficult, considering how he was essentially pinning his Fighter to the wall. Well, wasn't this interesting.
Clearing his throat to catch their attention, Radu stepped just to the front of Ion with a lazy smile, "Might I ask you two to move? Perhaps to a hotel room so you may continue on with your...conversation." He smirked, a hand on his waist. The two turned simlutaneously, drawing attention to their similarities, then the Sacrifice stepped to the back.
"We are Comorbidity."
Radu smiled slowly, lazily--a dangerous smile that was met by the smile on the Comorbidity Sacrifice's face. "We declare battle," he drawled, smug and confident.
Raising an eyebrow at the lack of a return declaration of name, Abel responded, "We accept. Initiate battle system."
As Radu did the same, he heard Ion grumble beneath his breath, "I still don't get why we're Topless. This sucks," and Radu laughed as he sent off his first spell at their opponents.
part 1.5 aka Abel's response to part 1
"YOUR EARS," Abel said. "WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO THEM WHERE ARE THEY."
"I lost them," Cain said.
"I AM GOING TO KILL YOU."
"I lost them," Cain repeated. A faintly unpleasant look crossed his face at that, but just as quickly he was smiling again. "Accidentally. Really."
"LIKE HELL."
"Can I have yours?"
Abel balked.
part 2
"How am I supposed to face Lilith and Seth tomorrow?" Abel whimpered, rubbing at his head with his hands. "I had ears and a tail when I came home tonight, but if I show up without them tomorrow morning, they'll know for sure!" His hands clenched in his hair as he drew his knees up to his chest and buried his face in them.
Cain lounged against the pillows, entirely too at ease with his nudity, and smiled slowly over at Abel, "Tell them the truth. That you got fucked by me." Abel reddened and threw a pillow at his brother's head, which Cain caught easily with a single hand. "Or you could say you slipped out to find a prostitute," he then suggested, before quickly ducking to avoid the stainless-steel paperweight that was then heading for his face.
Pouting, Abel crossed his arms miserably as he scrunched down into the blankets, "I hate you," he groused. He uncurled a bit, enough to rub at the red marks that showed up clearly on the pale skin of his wrists. "And was it really necessary to tie me up?"
"You wouldn't have allowed me to do anything otherwise," Cain said with a smug smirk. "Besides. It was a silk ribbon that you could have easily gotten out of if you had put your mind to it. Which," he added as his grin widened, "I notice you didn't. In fact, you seemed to rather enjoy it quite a bit." Abel's blush darkened and he hid his face in his hands with a groan. Cain laughed; his brother really was too cute at times.
part 3
Radu carefully closed the door behind him, eyes already shut in preparation for the punishment he knew he would get. Right on cue, his head snapped to the side as the Duchess of Moldolva's gloved hand met his cheek with a crack. Looking down at him angrily, she gave Radu a warning look before she pushed by him into Ion's room, moving directly for the bed where the injured child lay.
It was the first time Radu had lost while fighting with Ion.
Naturally, it wasn't the first time he had lost, but every time he came home with an injured Ion, the Duchess would be quite displeased with him. Radu had learned to shift as much damage as he could onto himself when he fought. It was possible, so long as the spells were phrased properly.
But the team they had fought. Way too strong. Even now, Radu couldn't understand how or why they had survived. The opposing Sacrifice was barely injured at all; Ion had been in critical condition when Radu had dashed back into the house with his Sacrifice cradled in his arms, himself quite badly injured.
Radu now paced outside Ion's door, ignoring his own wounds. They would heal on their own. But Ion. Ion needed him nearby to heal. Injuries healed faster if the pair was together. The Duchess knew this. So Radu paced back and forth and back and forth and waited until she left so he could seat himself on the bed beside Ion and concentrate on healing him.
And once Ion was in a deep, healing sleep, Radu could leave the house to walk the streets in the nights. Maybe pick a fight or two. Of course, Ion would be angry if he found out. As he wandered the alleyways, ignoring the strange looks he got, Radu thought back to the fight that they had lost so badly at.
That Sacrifice was amazing, he mused, mind sharp and calculating and...rather similar to another pair he had heard of. Beloved, if he recalled correctly. But the Fighter was very different from the Beloved Fighter. Radu remembered hearing about Agatsuma Soubi's cold efficiency; this Fighter was a romantic. Radu's lips quirked slightly at the description his mind had supplied with him. It wasn't accurate. Not a romantic so much as...not as efficient? Radu frowned. That Fighter, Abel?, was good. It would be fascinating to see who would win in a battle between Comorbidity and Beloved.
As he walked past a park, Radu's ears rang with the sounds of two battle systems activating, and he glanced over to see a battle begin. With a shrug, he kept going. Whatever happened was none of his business.
part 4 (the badfic WIP. someone help me D:) also, NSFW
Pushing his hair back from his face, Abel sighed, dragging his nails down arms that had bruises that exactly matched Cain's fingers. The fight earlier had been rather simple; Cain had sustained very little damage at all. But the way his Sacrifice, his brother, had thankd him... Abel twisted the dial of the shower from the heady warmth it had just been all the way down to an icy spray as a flush spread from his face, down his neck, to his chest. The memories of what they had just done was enough to affect him, and Abel reached up to slide a hand through the place where his ears had been until less than an hour ago.
"You're so cold," Cain purred softly from behind him as his hands trailed up Abel's back to drape over his shoulders. Abel stiffened in shock and surprise, first at Cain's sudden appearance, and second at the hardness he could feel pressing into his back. The slender hand, identical to his own, slid up his chest to tweak a nipple, drawing a shudder from Abel, before it reached forward to turn the water back to the comfortable warmth. "You need warming up."
Taking a shaking breath, Abel bit his lip as he slumped back against Cain's chest. "What are you doing in here?" he asked, even as his hand moved back to rest on a hip, holding himself upright as Cain's hand slid down, down to press a flat palm against Abel's cock.
Abel could feel Cain's smirk as teeth lightly scraped against his neck. "How could I resist?" Cain spoke against Abel's skin as his right hand moved from teasing one nipple to the other. "Such temptation, Abel, and you completely unaware of it." Cain's left hand was relentless in it's steady motion, bringing Abel to full erection.
The whimper slipped out unwittingly as Abel bucked into Cain's hand, trying to get him to move faster, or harder, or something, anything but that slow, steady movement that was more teasing than fulfilling. "Ah ah ah," Cain tsked, slowing his movements even more; Abel let out a soft, distressed cry. "What do you want?" Cain laughed, as the hand splayed across Abel's chest moved down and back to circle Abel's entrance, "This?"
Abel hands curled into fists against the smooth tile of the shower wall as Cain urged him to lean forward. A foot nudged his apart and Abel spread his legs at Cain's quiet request as Cain's hands never stopped moving, teasing. When a finger finally dipped in, Abel's back arched, a low moan echoing in the small space.
Swirling the finger around until he found Abel's prostate, Cain smirked, increasing the speed and pressure he placed on Abel's cock. He slid in another finger, then another, until Abel's hips were bucking forward into Cain's hand and back onto Cain's fingers. Then, suddenly, he stopped.
Stopped completely.
Abel nearly screamed; he had been so close! He ground himself against Cain, trying to get that friction he so desired. In response, Cain removed his hands and stepped back so their bodies didn't touch at all. "Tell me what you want, Abel." His voice was a low husk, betraying his own lust, but his control was enough that he held himself just above Abel, hovering close enough that Abel could feel the heat from his body, but allowing no contact.
"Cain!" Abel's cry was a plea in itself as he tried to twist closer. Cain simply moved further away even as he stroked a featherlight touch over Abel's thigh.