Disclaimer: I don't own zip. Just the fic. Please don't sue me, I'm just a teenager, and the only thing I could pay you with is crazy hair colour dyes. Unless you really want cotton candy pink hair…
A/N: I'm considering doing another fic like this only with Gabriel sleeping with Anna who's still alive (Hmmm. . .maybe reincarnation) and with Dracula being inside Gabriel's head. I'm thinking on it. . .one of my readers suggested it.
Also, Dracula appears stronger than Gabriel only because Dracula is kind of in control of the situation because he's stuck inside Gabriel's head and loves to torment him and Gabriel can't do anything about it.
Yes, Gabriel and Dracula are gay in this fic. Actually, Dracula is really bi in this fic since he did have wives but maybe he was too scared to come out, lol? But yes, they're gay, so if you don't like reading about gay people, don't read this fic. Though major spoiler coming Anna will make an appearance later on.
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This doubt is screaming in my face. . .
In this familiar place sheltered and concealed. . .And if this night won't let me rest. . .Don't let me second guess. . .What I know to be real. . .Put away all I know for tonight. . .And maybe I just might.. . .Learn to let it go. . .Take my security from me. . .And maybe finally. . .I won't have to know everything. . .Unknown, Lifehouse
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Toward Dawn
Chapter Eight - She/He
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Earlier (Before Lucifer/Bartender Lady and Gabriel had gotten a room) A/N: Sorry for any confusion but it IS hilarious, so it's all good!
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The bartender was straddling Gabriel, who was gripping her butt tightly making his way up the rickety old stairs to his room. Thoughts of preserving his virginity flew out his mind when the bartender erotically moved against him and moaned censored things in his ears in a breathy -
Oh God - Gabriel thought, mindful of his arousal that was making his black leather trousers painfully tight. I'm not going to make it! I'm going to end up stumbling and falling on top of her and then doing her right there on the steps with everyone watching!
Must make it to bedroom - Gabriel thought determinedly, and with a newfound burst of energy, most likely from his arousal and promise of sex and because he was a man, even though he was the left hand of God, he couldn't pass up a one night stand this beautiful and gorgeous who was whispering promises in bed that would've made him pass out or be extremely embarrassed in his normal state.
Damn Dracula.
He had been a virgin, the left hand of God, a warrior for the Church and God, and the fucking Devil's son had convinced him somehow or someway to lose his virginity. When had he lost all reason? Before or after he was drunk and asking about feeling the bartender's boobs or was it before or after Dracula moved inside his head or was it before or after he found Carl, his innocent little sweet Carl, and Michael having sex and had caught them?
This is too confusing, Gabriel thought. Just focus on - AW!
[DON'T FOCUS ON THE PUSSY YOU - YOU - SEXUALLY DEPRIVED IDIOT! Don't you know anything? Really! How more stupid could you be? Lucifer - I can't believe I'm doing this - eh - since when did the All Mighty and powerful Prince of Romania and Devil's right hand - I beat Gabriel at something though - I'm the RIGHT hand which is much more important than the left hand - and vampire king become the sex prep cheerleader for the only man in the world that is a virgin other wise known as Van Helsing.]
"AW - AW - AW - AW - AW - my cock - my cock - my cock - my cock!" Gabriel yelped, stumbling, and falling on the stairs on top of the bartender.
[I can't believe I'm going to do this - Gods. GO - GO - GO - GO - GO - GO! YOU CAN DO THIS - MAKE IT TO THE ROOM - Oh fucking God - GABRIEL GET OFF YOUR TIGHT LITTLE - ER - BIG AND FIRM - LUCIFER! - GET OFF YOUR ARSE! YOU CAN'T HAVE SEX ON THE STAIRS! IT'S AGAINST THE LAW ONE WAY OR ANOTHER!]
Go to hell! I'll fuck where ever I want to you control freak! Mind your own FUCKING BUSINESS and I'll mind my FUCKING BUSINESS! Good? Great! It was a pleasure doing business with you Mr. Sick and Distorted Dracula.
[Besides you ARE the left hand of God. . .having sex could cost you your job. . .and I don't think but maybe, who knows, if you do have benefits working for God.]
All of a sudden, Gabriel's arousal was limp.
Oh God. . .does that mean - oh God - I'm fucked.
[No you can't be. You're a virgin. Idiot. . .] Dracula sighed. [What am I going to do with you?]
But the worst realization had happened to Gabriel. When Dracula told him to be turned on he was and when he told him to stop thinking of sex he did. He was obeying Dracula. . .and worst of all Dracula was becoming his libido. . .and what if there was more? What would Dracula do to him?
Terrible or were they, thoughts of himself in chains with no clothes on kneeling in front of - and doing sexual favours - and thoughts of what Michael had done to Carl connected to him and Dracula came to him and made him jump off the bartender, panting and breathing hard.
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A/N: I told you it was worth it but if that made you piss your pants from laughter then the end of this chapter of Gabriel getting laid will cause you to have stomach damage from laughing so hard if it's possible. So you've been warned.
Later On
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Gabriel's and the Bartender's clothes were ripped and torn from being ripped off each other and Gabriel was receiving a gift sent from God in the form of a blow job.
"Oooooooh," he groaned and giggled, "it tickles and tingles!"
Dracula shut his eyes and shook his head. [And you think I'm insane. . .you shouldn't be talking.]
Gabriel started thrusting in the Bartender's mouth, groaning, and then coming. Sweating profusely and breathing hard, Gabriel arched an eyebrow when he saw a white dripping substance smeared all over the Bartender's lips and chin and her swallowing something.
Hey Dracooo, what is that stuff?
Dracula banged his head against his imaginary coffin repeatedly and crawled inside it, locking himself in. [Don't call me that and no comment. There just some things that shouldn't be explained or said. This being one of them.]
OH - um. Is this the stuff that makes babies? I kind of remember what the friars were saying now about a runny white sticky substance that's like -
Dracula began choking and gagging, banging his head again against the coffin. [Don't - I don't need to hear this.]
Hmmmm. . .where did you learn about sex and all that?
[That's none of your "fucking business." The origins of my sex knowledge doesn't need to be included into your sex life.]
Oh. . .I understand. . .so you just went to a whorehouse for your coming of age thing to make you a man officially?
Dracula blinked. [No - ]
Those poor prostitutes. How you must've forced yourself on them.
Dracula slammed his fist into the top of his coffin wishing it was Gabriel's ugly mocking face instead. [NO! ACTUALLY, it was at COURT where women threw THEMSELVES at ME.]
Right - hey, there's more!
[Yes. There is. By the looks of it with her pussy shoved in your face and the way she's arranged her legs on your shoulders and neck and how she's supporting herself on her forearms, I'd say she wants you to perform oral sex and I really don't want to see you attempt this. I would never be sane again.]
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Later On
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Dracula was sleeping happily dreaming of having sex with the Bartender when something didn't turn out right. . .he was having sex with Gabriel! He was staring up at Gabriel's face, his eyes shut, and his eyebrows furrowed as he concentrated on thrusting into. . .oh Lucifer, Dracula thought. Who was Gabriel thrusting himself into. . .
It was him he knew it, but as he looked down his body, enjoying the sight of boobs yet trying to be serious he nearly lost control and would've thrown Gabriel off him when he saw he didn't have his dick. And there was Gabriel's dick coming in and out of HIM! And he had a vagina! HE WAS A WOMAN WHO WAS BEING FUCKED BY GABRIEL!, his thoughts screamed at him, and he was enjoying it -
Dracula nearly passed out when he realized vampires couldn't pass out which meant -
Oh Lucifer, he thought, he wasn't a vampire anymore.
Oh well. Might as well enjoy the sex.
NO! Where had that thought come from inside his head, Dracula thought. But he couldn't help it. And even though he wanted to stop, he wished he could stop, and would've died instead to stop, he was thrusting his feminine body against Gabriel's and had wrapped his arms around him with his fingernails digging into the holy man's shoulders. And he was moaning Gabriel's name! WHAT IN HELL?
Shit. He was screwed. And he was being fucked, by a man, and he had no knowledge of children and babies and what women did to protect themselves from becoming pregnant but he knew that if Gabriel came in him while he was a woman he'd end up pregnant. SHIT! He wasn't having a baby and much less Gabriel Van Helsing's child! He was a male vampire and not a woman!
Gabriel was kissing him now and he was enjoying - no - no -- no - no! Must shove Gabriel off now! But Gabriel was holding him tightly and thrusting against him faster which from his memory, whenever he did that, that meant he was going to come.
"GABRIEL!" he screamed when Gabriel came.
Digging into Gabriel's shoulders with his fingernails he felt shame, embarrassment, anger, and fear. Not only would he be pregnant now, but he was a woman, and had been fucked by his worst enemy, he wasn't a vampire anymore, and the worst of it all to his pride was, he had had an orgasim and was holding Gabriel still and even tighter to him. Lucifer, what a shitty afterlife he had.
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TBC
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