Pairing: Carl/van Helsing
Rating: G or PG
Summary: Carl is a chruchman after all.
Author notes: Okay, this is my firs fic (drabble?) EVER. I've never tried my hands at anything like this before, so please be nice. Also, English isn't my first language so some of the gramma might be a little strange, and I'm sure there's a lot of misspelled words in there too, but really, I did my best, and I had nobody to help me with it, but if any of you would volunteer, I would be very grateful.
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Van Helsing had always imagined that a kiss between two men would be rough, but to kiss Carl was surprisingly soft and gentle. Maybe it was because Carl seemed more fragile in another mans hands. Maybe it was just because they were both scared. Maybe it was just Gabriel who was scared. Afraid he might like it. Because he didn't want to like it, but as Carl parted his lips with his tongue, he knew he needed it.
Suddenly, and without warning Carl jerked away like he had been burned, and pushed, with all his strength, Van Helsing so hard that the lager man had to take a few steps back so as not to fall.
Van Heling stood, surprised and confused, and looked at the friar who had fallen to his knees and was mumbling something in latin that the monster-slayer didn't understand. Carl was hiding his face behind his folded hands, rocking slightly back and forth, but Gabriel could see he had his eyes shut tightly, like he was feeling extreme pain.
First he just stood there, wondering what was going on, but decided that he probably should let Carl finish whatever he was doing. But then he heard his own name mentioned, no, almost chanted.
"What are you doing!?" Van Helsing grabbed the friar by the wrist and dragged him to his feet. He trusted Carl as an inventor, but he had no idea what he was like as a monk, so the fact that he was talking to God about him, made him very nervous. He had already committed enough sins, so he didn't need Carl to make it worse.
"Praying" Carl replied, obviously annoyed, then pulled himself free and was about to fall to the ground again, but again Van Helsing grabbed him.
"Why!?"
"Why?!!?" Carl looked at him like he was the stupidest man on Earth, and tried to pull himself free, but to no wail.
"I'm praying that the Holy Virgin Mary will take pity on us and beg God to save our souls!"
Helsing tightened his grip.
"Why?" He didn't raise his voice this time, but almost sneered the question.
"You really aren't the sharpest knife in the box, hu'? Don't you realise what we just did?!"
Nobody had ever looked a Gabriel like he was a naïve child before.
"It was just a kiss"
Oh, how he tried to control himself. Tried so hard not to throw the friar on the ground and leave him in the dirt to rot. So he was praying? For him? For his soul?
"I know what's in store for people like us in the afterlife" Carl pushed Gabriel again, but just to emphasize his words "It pays to read, Van Helsing. Try it sometime"
Finally the large man let go of Carl's arm, put on his hat and said with a low but clear voice "Then spear your breath, and pray only for your own soul, because mine is already damned"