By: Joybug
Yaoi Rated M for language and possible sexual scenes M/M
Once again, I don't own the Forger or its characters, nor do I own Trinity Blood, I just like both of them very much.
I hope you enjoy: )
Not So Cute
Chapter 1
Father Abel didn't know what he had expected when he had been told that yet again he would be having another partner.
How many had he had over the years now? And this one was nothing like the others he had worked with.
How Cute, that was Abel's first impression of the doll-like young man with the ethereal features. The young man was thin and small boned with a soft cherub face with kissable pink lips and bright violet eyes set off by thick platinum blonde hair to his ankles. His bangs reached the small chin of his heart shaped face. Even his hands were small.
Father Leone had been supposed to join them as well, but he and Torian had butted heads immediately.
Abel wasn't exactly sure what the mission was, either. So far the mission seemed to be 'feed Torian before the grumpy little bastard bites you!' Problem was that there seemed to be no end to Torian's stomach and Abel had no cash on him to pay for his new partner's feast.
So here Abel was in the kitchen doing dishes to pay off the tab.
"I'm not doing dishes. Manual labor is beneath me," Torian said offhandedly, sitting down on the floor while he watched Abel clean.
"But you're the one who ran up the tab? Why should I do your dishes?" Abel whined.
"Because you'll need me at the top of my game, now shut up! If you didn't want to do dishes we could've always run on the bill!" Torian snapped.
"You want me to steal?" Abel cried.
"Why not? You want me to kill, so why shouldn't I want you to steal?" Torian shrugged. He curled up on the floor like a child.
"But that's...who said anything about killing? Why are we here anyway? No one tells me anything!" Abel threw his hands up in the air with frustration. Why would Katarina do this to him? Was she mad at him for something?
"The Methuselah in the city have managed to conjure up some demons, genius, so I'm here to do your dirty work for you. Your job is to keep me alive until we fight, and then my job is to get rid of the demons. Your church couldn't hire my kind under my guarantee of good behavior alone, so they needed someone to keep an eye on me," Torian propped his head up on his hand, watching the strangely beautiful priest finally clue in.
"That makes sense, I guess. But why didn't anyone tell me? And I'm not going to just let you fight alone once we find these things. What if there's more than a handful?" He dried his hands on a towel. Finally he had worked long enough to pay off the tab.
"The more the better," Torian's stomach gurgled as he climbed to his feet.
The more Father Abel watched the small young man the more his heart tugged at him. He wondered if the little brat felt the same connection.
"So, let's go then. I picked up their scent an hour ago. I was just waiting for you to finish."
Father Abel was caught by surprise. Torian had actually waited for him instead of running off on his own?
"Thank you for waiting," Abel smiled, and was shocked once again as Torian smirked back at him.
Torian headed out the back with Abel close behind. He sprinted down the street, knowing that the other man could keep up easily. He knew that Abel was more than the silly little man he pretended to be. Inside there was a beast that demanded recognition, a beast that made Torian's heart skip a beat.