Title: Puppetry
Rating: Er ... PG-13ish
Pairing: Dracula/Velkan
Archive: Would you really?
Summary: Dracula, Velkan, and a waltz.
Disclaimer: Van Helsing and all associated characters are- big surprise- not mine.
Notes: An AUish bit of drabble, set right before Velkan is used as a conduit. Concrit appreciated! (This thrice-damned "quick edit" feature is screwing with my formatting ... my apologies.)
"Let us hope that you will prove more useful," Dracula snarls. But with his usual caprice, the snarl becomes a smirk. His arm slides possessively around Velkan's waist, and the gypsy feels his body melt against Dracula's, pliant and lifeless. As if the vampire is pulling on invisible strings deep within his body, Velkan follows his every movement helplessly, like a marionette. He curses himself for this weakness, curses the wolf- for as the full moon draws nearer, it becomes more and more difficult to resist Dracula's control over him.
They are waltzing now, tracing intimate patterns in the dust of the room. Dracula leads with an inscrutable smile on his face, while Velkan is pulled, jerking and stumbling.
"Your transformation is almost complete, my prince," Dracula says with a cruel smile. "After the full moon, we will never dance like this again ... but you will make a much better servant then, I think."
His tongue flicks out, slowly licks Velkan's earlobe. Velkan is disgusted, but feels himself hardening nonetheless.
"Do you remember," Dracula whispers, smirking at Velkan's erection pressed against his leg, "the first time I made love to you?"
Velkan remembers sweat and pain. He growls low in his throat, an animalistic noise, and spits out, "I may have failed to kill you, count, but my sister will not!"
It is as if a spell is broken. Face contorted in fury, Dracula seizes Velkan by the throat and slams him against Frankenstein's operating table.
"You refuse me now, you gypsy brat?" he hisses. He smiles thinly. "Despite your valiant attempts, your body will serve my purpose ... in bringing life to my children."
Rating: Er ... PG-13ish
Pairing: Dracula/Velkan
Archive: Would you really?
Summary: Dracula, Velkan, and a waltz.
Disclaimer: Van Helsing and all associated characters are- big surprise- not mine.
Notes: An AUish bit of drabble, set right before Velkan is used as a conduit. Concrit appreciated! (This thrice-damned "quick edit" feature is screwing with my formatting ... my apologies.)
"Let us hope that you will prove more useful," Dracula snarls. But with his usual caprice, the snarl becomes a smirk. His arm slides possessively around Velkan's waist, and the gypsy feels his body melt against Dracula's, pliant and lifeless. As if the vampire is pulling on invisible strings deep within his body, Velkan follows his every movement helplessly, like a marionette. He curses himself for this weakness, curses the wolf- for as the full moon draws nearer, it becomes more and more difficult to resist Dracula's control over him.
They are waltzing now, tracing intimate patterns in the dust of the room. Dracula leads with an inscrutable smile on his face, while Velkan is pulled, jerking and stumbling.
"Your transformation is almost complete, my prince," Dracula says with a cruel smile. "After the full moon, we will never dance like this again ... but you will make a much better servant then, I think."
His tongue flicks out, slowly licks Velkan's earlobe. Velkan is disgusted, but feels himself hardening nonetheless.
"Do you remember," Dracula whispers, smirking at Velkan's erection pressed against his leg, "the first time I made love to you?"
Velkan remembers sweat and pain. He growls low in his throat, an animalistic noise, and spits out, "I may have failed to kill you, count, but my sister will not!"
It is as if a spell is broken. Face contorted in fury, Dracula seizes Velkan by the throat and slams him against Frankenstein's operating table.
"You refuse me now, you gypsy brat?" he hisses. He smiles thinly. "Despite your valiant attempts, your body will serve my purpose ... in bringing life to my children."
