Title: Sinful thoughts
Rating: Hm… T, I'd say.
Pairing: the ONE AND ONLY: Vlad/Gabriel!
Warnings: Sweet/sexy stuff, slash. Don't like, don't read!
Disclaimer: I don't own any rights on "Van Helsing" including all it's characters. This fanfiction was written for pure fun and nothing else. Don't wanna earn a single cent with it.
Author's Notes: That's my the first english fanfic, so please be kind and bear with my mistakes… I surely made some. X-posted this story at my deviantART-Account (Username: Aranka) and VanHelsingSlash (LiveJournal-Community).
Comments are highly appreciated!
Sinful thoughts
‚How innocent he seems to be. An angel without wings.' The young, black haired nobleman looked surreptitiously at the handsome man near to him.
Yes, it was true: Here in Vaseria's small church, during the Holy Mass on Sunday morning, Gabriel Van Helsing seemed to be truly angelic: The slender hands folded to pray, while red-golden rays of morning sunlight fell through the church windows and kissed the soft, shoulder-length curls Vlad loved to touch tenderly.
But the attractive heir of the house of Valerious knew quite well that appearances were deceptive in this case. Sure, since the last fights against the Turkish invaders Vladislaus was a hero in Transsylvania and so was Gabriel, the Left Hand of God. But when they became lovers he had discovered an amazing part of Gabriels interesting personality. In the stolen hours they spent in each others company, the angelic war hero seemed to turn into some kind of devilkin: The curly-head enjoyed it to set Vlads whole body on fire with his kisses – first tenderly and soft, then luscious and impassioned, 'til the young nobleman forgot all his pride and begged for more. Well, of course he always got more, but it was great fun for Gabriel to tease him during loveplay, to stir his arousal to ecstasy and hold him there 'til he was close to tears…
Vlad lowered his head a bit, allowed the long, ebony strands of his hair to hide his light grin.
'Sinful thoughts for a church visit.' He couldn't help it, but the rampant way his fantasy had gone for a few minutes amused him. Later that day he and Gabriel would met – at a lovely, but secluded place in the deep woods near Vaseria. There, near an enchanted lake, under an old and large three they would abandon themselves to each other 'til sunset. The young aristocrat couldn't await the moment when he finally would sink into the arms of the curly-head and feel Gabriels velvety-soft lips on his own again. But the best of all was the certainty that his beloved one felt the same...