Trinity Blood (Cain/Isaak)
Title: In Good Time
Author: Jan toxictattoo
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 936
Summary: Early in their association, Cain contemplates the enigmatic Isaak Fernand von Kämpfer.
Author's Notes: For the springkink July Spring Kink Fest, prompt: July 13: #71. Trinity Blood, Cain/Isaak: Intoxication - "The storm keeps on twisting, so keep on building the lies you make for all that you lack." and for obscurefandom's July Bingo challenge.
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Isaak Fernand von Kämpfer. The name rolled off his tongue like warm chocolate, heady and rich, awakening the senses and coating them in a thick layer of deep rich texture and flavor.
An enigma, thought Cain as he stretched, and just as dark as his hair and the taste on his tongue. To look at Isaak was to gaze at a shadow, hazy outlines and just on the fringes of impotent focused sight.
A hand slid up his bare thigh to comb through the patch of hair at the base of his just recently sated cock and he moaned softly. With a sleepy smile, Cain’s head lolled to the side to watch the mysterious man lounging next to him.
Isaak returned the smile, a slight upturn to the edges of his mouth, lighting his eyes. But it was neither warm nor friendly. There were layers there, depths unfathomable. Cain’s lips pursed as he gave it consideration. Whatever his motivations - and Cain cared little for them - it was only that he could trust Isaak and that their agendas, whatever Isaak’s turned out to be, wouldn’t interfere with each other.
It’d be a pity to lose the beautiful Isaak but Cain had no compunction about removing any and all obstacles. It simply made it easier to achieve his goals if he had cooperation. His gaze followed Isaak as he got up from the bed and went to the low table across the room to pour a glass of wine. “How is the organizing effort for Rosenkreutz Orden?”
“Things are going according to plan,” Isaak said, adding a slight bow to his response and sending his hair slipping over his shoulder. He lifted his cup of wine to his lips, watching Cain over the edge.
Cain’s gaze followed the movement, held fascinated for just a moment by the rich sheen of the long, dark hair, before it slid back to hold Isaak’s. “Are they resistant to outside influence?”
“Quite the opposite, as a matter of fact. They have fallen into line easily, quite eager for stronger, more focused, leadership.”
“Of course.” Cain flicked his fingers and let his hand fall to the mattress with a dull thumpf. “When a man has grander schemes, Panzer Magier, they will naturally gravitate to those who can help them realize their plans.”
“So it would seem.” Isaak’s tongue slid beneath his top lip; a gesture Cain had observed many times when Isaak was thinking. Isaak crossed the floor to climb back and settle next to Cain. His fingers idly played with Cain’s hair while they talked. “I wonder if I can interest you in someone specific. He came to my attention not long ago and he has a most interesting talent that I think will be quite useful. He’s rather remarkable, for a terran. And very pleasing to look at.”
Cain kicked the covers to the side and slid further down on the bed, his hair slipping over the sheets like a silver fall. He curled around a pillow and watched Isaak through slitted eyes. “That recommends him quite highly, to have captured your attention.”
That enigmatic smile again, and Isaak shrugged. His gaze swept over Cain’s bared body and Cain felt it the moment Isaak was engaged with what he saw; a twisting and settling in his gut as their needs synchronized - the effect was immediate and intoxicating.
Cain was drunk on their desire.
Setting the glass to the side, Isaak slid down on the mattress to draw up even with Cain. The kisses started soft, gentle, calming. He licked at Cain’s mouth; Isaak’s tasting of the red wine he’d been drinking.
Isaak pulled away and brushed Cain’s hair from his face. “Can you take me again?” he asked and Cain was touched by the genuine concern in Isaak’s expression. It pleased him.
Isaak pleased him.
He nodded and rolled onto his back, taking Isaak with him. His legs and arms locked around the lanky form sprawled out on him. “For the moment, I’ll be fine.” Lifting his hips, Cain rubbed his body against Isaak’s. While he wasn’t ready for more yet, it was quite apparent Isaak was. It was no hardship to give that to the Methuselah and it might reawaken his own body’s desires.
…if it pleased him to do so.
Still slick from before, Isaak slid into his body easily. Isaak’s low groan vibrated against Cain’s chest and Cain answered in kind with a soft sigh as Isaak settled between his legs. After a few test thrusts, he built to full tempo quickly, his hips lifting until he was almost out of Cain’s body and then plunging in again.
Words were lost in the rustle of linens and the rush of blood through their veins. Groans became shouts and Cain wasn’t surprised when his body responded to Isaak’s enthusiasm.
Their bodies met with smacks and slaps as skin moved against skin and hips impacted with hips. Cain closed his eyes, sinking into just feeling as Isaak moved over him. His hands slid up Isaak’s back and tangled in the dark hair, pulling Isaak down for another kiss.
Taking his time, his lips moved without hesitation and built with Isaak’s frenzied thrusts until they both crested, names shouted and moaned and muffled by their mouths.
And the question of who Isaak really was, slipped to the side in favor of having him. All the questions would be answered in the fullness of time. Cain was without peer in power. None could match or exceed him.
All in good time he would have his way and he would have his answers.
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Author: Jan toxictattoo
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 936
Summary: Early in their association, Cain contemplates the enigmatic Isaak Fernand von Kämpfer.
Author's Notes: For the springkink July Spring Kink Fest, prompt: July 13: #71. Trinity Blood, Cain/Isaak: Intoxication - "The storm keeps on twisting, so keep on building the lies you make for all that you lack." and for obscurefandom's July Bingo challenge.
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Isaak Fernand von Kämpfer. The name rolled off his tongue like warm chocolate, heady and rich, awakening the senses and coating them in a thick layer of deep rich texture and flavor.
An enigma, thought Cain as he stretched, and just as dark as his hair and the taste on his tongue. To look at Isaak was to gaze at a shadow, hazy outlines and just on the fringes of impotent focused sight.
A hand slid up his bare thigh to comb through the patch of hair at the base of his just recently sated cock and he moaned softly. With a sleepy smile, Cain’s head lolled to the side to watch the mysterious man lounging next to him.
Isaak returned the smile, a slight upturn to the edges of his mouth, lighting his eyes. But it was neither warm nor friendly. There were layers there, depths unfathomable. Cain’s lips pursed as he gave it consideration. Whatever his motivations - and Cain cared little for them - it was only that he could trust Isaak and that their agendas, whatever Isaak’s turned out to be, wouldn’t interfere with each other.
It’d be a pity to lose the beautiful Isaak but Cain had no compunction about removing any and all obstacles. It simply made it easier to achieve his goals if he had cooperation. His gaze followed Isaak as he got up from the bed and went to the low table across the room to pour a glass of wine. “How is the organizing effort for Rosenkreutz Orden?”
“Things are going according to plan,” Isaak said, adding a slight bow to his response and sending his hair slipping over his shoulder. He lifted his cup of wine to his lips, watching Cain over the edge.
Cain’s gaze followed the movement, held fascinated for just a moment by the rich sheen of the long, dark hair, before it slid back to hold Isaak’s. “Are they resistant to outside influence?”
“Quite the opposite, as a matter of fact. They have fallen into line easily, quite eager for stronger, more focused, leadership.”
“Of course.” Cain flicked his fingers and let his hand fall to the mattress with a dull thumpf. “When a man has grander schemes, Panzer Magier, they will naturally gravitate to those who can help them realize their plans.”
“So it would seem.” Isaak’s tongue slid beneath his top lip; a gesture Cain had observed many times when Isaak was thinking. Isaak crossed the floor to climb back and settle next to Cain. His fingers idly played with Cain’s hair while they talked. “I wonder if I can interest you in someone specific. He came to my attention not long ago and he has a most interesting talent that I think will be quite useful. He’s rather remarkable, for a terran. And very pleasing to look at.”
Cain kicked the covers to the side and slid further down on the bed, his hair slipping over the sheets like a silver fall. He curled around a pillow and watched Isaak through slitted eyes. “That recommends him quite highly, to have captured your attention.”
That enigmatic smile again, and Isaak shrugged. His gaze swept over Cain’s bared body and Cain felt it the moment Isaak was engaged with what he saw; a twisting and settling in his gut as their needs synchronized - the effect was immediate and intoxicating.
Cain was drunk on their desire.
Setting the glass to the side, Isaak slid down on the mattress to draw up even with Cain. The kisses started soft, gentle, calming. He licked at Cain’s mouth; Isaak’s tasting of the red wine he’d been drinking.
Isaak pulled away and brushed Cain’s hair from his face. “Can you take me again?” he asked and Cain was touched by the genuine concern in Isaak’s expression. It pleased him.
Isaak pleased him.
He nodded and rolled onto his back, taking Isaak with him. His legs and arms locked around the lanky form sprawled out on him. “For the moment, I’ll be fine.” Lifting his hips, Cain rubbed his body against Isaak’s. While he wasn’t ready for more yet, it was quite apparent Isaak was. It was no hardship to give that to the Methuselah and it might reawaken his own body’s desires.
…if it pleased him to do so.
Still slick from before, Isaak slid into his body easily. Isaak’s low groan vibrated against Cain’s chest and Cain answered in kind with a soft sigh as Isaak settled between his legs. After a few test thrusts, he built to full tempo quickly, his hips lifting until he was almost out of Cain’s body and then plunging in again.
Words were lost in the rustle of linens and the rush of blood through their veins. Groans became shouts and Cain wasn’t surprised when his body responded to Isaak’s enthusiasm.
Their bodies met with smacks and slaps as skin moved against skin and hips impacted with hips. Cain closed his eyes, sinking into just feeling as Isaak moved over him. His hands slid up Isaak’s back and tangled in the dark hair, pulling Isaak down for another kiss.
Taking his time, his lips moved without hesitation and built with Isaak’s frenzied thrusts until they both crested, names shouted and moaned and muffled by their mouths.
And the question of who Isaak really was, slipped to the side in favor of having him. All the questions would be answered in the fullness of time. Cain was without peer in power. None could match or exceed him.
All in good time he would have his way and he would have his answers.
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