Title: Game
Fandom: Trinity Blood
Pairing: Isaak x Dietrich
Rating: K
Timeline: After the events
of RadioHead
Disclaimer: TB, Isaak, and
Dietrich, not mine. Sadly. But also thankfully if not Lord knows what
they'd be doing.
Synopsis: Master and student have a little chat.
The duo sat in a pair of comfortable, red velvet chairs, one with a book in his hand, the other merely toying with the wooden dolls which sat on the table. No one knew of this place's existance, it was a private one, known only to the magician who had created it and his student, whom he taught in this dark place.
After what seemed like eternity, Dietrich looked up at Isaak, the dolls dropping lifelessly to the ground.
"Ne, Isaak."
The sound of his voice made the dark haired magician look up. The book remained open in his hands, his gloves lying discarded on the table.
"Hm?"
Dietrich found himself looking at the magician's pale hands. Finally tearing his gaze away, he looked at his mentor.
"Besides the wine, you never really told me the reason for wanting to board that ship."
The magician frowned, setting down his book, before looking up at the puppetmaster.
"Why are you so insistent that there is another reason for my boarding of that ship?"
There was something in his voice, but Dietrich could not grasp it. He watched as the magician rose to his feet, leaving the gloves on the table, and walked over to the bookshelf nearby.
"I was conducting my own experiment," he said knowingly, giving the puppetmaster a sly glance. The puppetmaster suppressed a shudder of anticipation, he knew where this was going to go. "Unfortunately, due to the interruption of the XAM, I was… unable to finish it."
He should have known this was coming, when Isaak strode over, grasped his tie and yanked him up, crushing his lips against the younger man's.
Moments later they broke apart, Dietrich looking flushed and breathless.
"You're not the only one who can conduct those unorthodox experiments, puppetmaster."
Isaak's lips curled into a smirk, gripping the puppetmaster's shoulders with one hand. His other hand was wrapped around the younger man's waist. Dietrich smirked back, and, pausing just to get a breath, he kissed the magician again.
END