Van Helsing Slash

[munnin]

Title: No more need for words
Pairing: Carl/Van Helsing
Rating: R-ish
Disclaimer: No money. No ownership. Just enjoyment.

 

Carl was kneeling by the fire when he felt the presence behind him. Damn, he thought. Full moon. He laid aside the firewood and braced himself for what would come.

 

They had been almost half way back to Rome when they realised the cure had failed. In hindsight Carl thought he should have expected this. Van Helsing for all his age, his strength and his ability to heal probably wasn’t human.

 

Strong hands gripped him by the hip and hair. He had learnt before now not the try to look round. Hot breath covered his neck and a tongue too long and red, teased the tip of his ear. Those hands that hinted of claws moved again, this time searching for skin. Carl pulled off the heavy robe as quickly as he could. He had no spare now and no desire to have this one torn from him.

 

Teeth were at his throat even before he could lower his arms. He fought to stay as still as possible as he released the drawstring of his thin linen pants. The jaws that held him had never broken the skin but that wasn’t a risk he was prepared to take.

 

Free of his last scrap of clothing Carl felt the hard body press against his back. One paw-like hand wrapped around his chest, the other closed firmly around the friar’s narrow hips – brooking no escape.

 

Carl bit his lip and forced himself to relax as the intruder entered him. Never very gentle but at least mercifully careful. The stillness seemed to last forever and Carl, eager to be freed tried to move. The talons that held his hips squeezed. Carl whimpered as a fine trickle of blood ran down his thigh.

 

There was a change in the air, soft and indescribable. The hands that held him moved again and to Carl’s astonishment, he felt calloused fingers caress the length of his shaft with a tenderness he had not expected. Hard for perhaps the first time during these encounters he lent back against the firm body behind him moaning as the mouth that held him kissed and licked away the stinging marks.

 

Gabriel rocked him gently, stroking the friar in time with his thrusts. He kept the pace slow and unhurried till he felt the young man in his arms tense. He sped up, pounding hard and fast, bringing himself and Carl to the brink. When the little friar cried his name they both tumbled over the edge.

 

He held the trembling friar in his arms. “Why?” Carl’s breathless voice was barely a whisper.

 

“Because you helped me fight it back. You helped me stay me.” He turned Carl to face him. “Because I took from you and can give nothing. Forgive me.” Carl kissed him, sweet and heart-warming. In that moment Gabriel knew, there was no more need for words.