OK, had to get creative as the original version of this came in at NC-17 which is over the limit for FFnet. Unfortunately the act of trying to edit this to an acceptable rating kind of killed the flow of the story.For those of you who want to read the full version, I recommend checking out my LiveJournal http/ The edits are in italics for the curious types
The two men arrived home and exited the car in silence, each caught up in their own thoughts. Carl headed to the lab to stow the machine away while Van Helsing went upstairs to shower.
Once in his room, Van Helsing stripped off his filthy clothes and headed into the shower. The hot water felt good and ridding himself of the stench of the gargoyles felt even better. Washing himself clean he could feel the pent up energy that generally came with a completed mission crackling through his body. He definitely needed to hit a pub and find a willing body for the night. He was horny as hell and it didn't help to think that maybe Carl was just across the hall taking a shower of his own.
The image of Carl naked and wet did not help his already overcharged libido. With a growl of frustration, he wretched the water off and stepped out of the shower. Toweling off as he walked back into the room, he grabbed the first clean clothes he could find and pulled them on. His state of semi-arousal did not help matters and he promised his cock that if it would just hang in there, they'd find some warm and willing person to help it out. Stuffing supplies for later into a pocket, he grabbed his jacket and headed back down the stairs.
He was just reaching the bottom of the stairs when he saw Carl coming out of the lab. Surprised that Carl was still up, he tried to casually hide the jacket behind him. He really didn't want to get into why he was heading back out again at this time of night.
Carl was just as surprised to see Van Helsing. He would have thought that the man would have gone to bed as soon as he cleaned up. After all, this was just another mission for him. Then he noticed that Van Helsing was trying to hide the fact that he was carrying his jacket. He was going back out? Was there something else that had to be done that he hadn't told him about? Carl frowned and said, "What's with the jacket? Is there something that still needs doing? I could help you…"
Van Helsing looked a bit uncomfortable and said "No. Everything's fine. I'm just feeling a bit restless so I thought I'd go out to a pub and unwind." He tried not to squirm like a teenager on their way to a keg party who got caught by their parent.
Carl perked up a bit and said "Really? You are feeling restless? And here I thought it was just me because it's my first mission. Going out for a beer sounds like a good idea. Mind if I join you?" Carl looked rather hopefully at Van Helsing. He knew he was torturing himself but he just couldn't resist spending a bit more time with Van Helsing. He was still coming down from knowing that the man had been in mortal danger not even an hour before. He wanted to spend a little time with him knowing that everything had worked out and that he was perfectly safe and unharmed.
Van Helsing tried not to look horrified at Carl's request. There was no way Carl could come with him. He just couldn't pick someone up if Carl was there. Especially since Carl was reason he was doing it in the first place. On the other hand, he couldn't just abandon the idea. His body was screaming for release and since the one who had gotten him in the state wasn't available…
He squirmed a bit when he realized that Carl was looking at him and waiting for an answer. He could feel an unaccustomed blush starting and looked away. He mumbled, "Actually, I'd rather you didn't. I was… well… I was looking to find a little company if you know what I mean." He was wishing the floor would swallow him up right now. The gargoyles had been easier to face then this!
Carl felt a blush of his own starting. God, he hadn't expected that. He wondered just what kind of person Van Helsing would pick up and found himself horrified when he couldn't stop himself from asking "Male or female?"
It was as if the earth stood still as both men were stunned into silence at the words that now hung between them. They stood looking at each other, both faces filled with shock.
The moment was broken when Carl snapped out of his stupor and stuttered, "I'm sorry. I had no right to ask that. Oh god, I'm sorry." And with that he turned and fled up the stairs as if the Hounds of Hell were after him.
Van Helsing stood for a moment in stunned disbelief, looking at the now empty place where Carl had stood. It was the sound of Carl's bedroom door slamming that shook him out of his immobility. Carl had just asked him if he was looking for a man or a woman. Carl had just asked him that. Carl had asked… Van Helsing's mind raced, thinking of all the possible reasons for it.
Carl meanwhile was pacing about his room in abject misery. He couldn't believe he had come right out and asked that. Male or female? He must have taken a blow to the head tonight that he just didn't remember. How could he have come out and asked that? He wasn't supposed to know that Van Helsing was bi. And it wouldn't take long for Van Helsing to put two and two together and realize that Carl knew because he had snooped through Van Helsing's things. And that was going to tick the man off royally. Carl paced even quicker, his agitation practically tangible in the air.
And worse still, Van Helsing will probably realize just why Carl was asking. He'd figure out that Carl was interested in him and from there it was only a short leap to figuring out that he had feelings for him and then the whole thing just went to hell. How could he have been so stupid!
Part of him wanted to pack a bag and flee but it wouldn't accomplish anything. Besides, this was his home. You don't run away from your own home. He flung himself on the bed and pulled a pillow over his face. Maybe he could just stifle himself…
Unaware of Carl's agonized state above him, Van Helsing was doing a bit of pacing of his own. He was trying to decide if he could possibly be right about his interpretation of Carl's question. He knew he wasn't exactly objective about this since he wanted Carl more then he had ever wanted anyone before but the question was a leading one. If he had said "blonde or brunette?" then it would be different but he had asked "male or female?" And this after saying he was feeling pretty restless himself.
He growled in frustration. Being restless doesn't necessarily imply horny. He could be reading more into this then was really there. He paced another trip up the hall and then decided to hell with it! He had to know one way or the other.
Taking them two at a time, he ran up the stairs. Not bothering to knock, he threw open the door and found Carl curled up on the bed with a pillow over his face. He sat up immediately upon Van Helsing's abrupt entrance into his bedroom.
Van Helsing didn't bother with the niceties but barked, "If I said Male, what would you say?" He towered over Carl who was looking at him like a deer in the headlights.
Carl's head was spinning from Van Helsing's sudden appearance and abrupt question. And it wasn't helping his concentration that Van Helsing was radiating enough sexual energy to power a city. Try as he might, he couldn't do more then stare with his mouth open, all rational thoughts having fled from his mind.
Meanwhile, Van Helsing was in agony. He had just rolled the dice and now he wasn't sure if he hadn't just gambled everything away. Anxiety and lust warred for control and he was torn between fleeing the room and throwing himself on top of Carl. His breath was coming in harsh pants as he continued to stare at Carl who remained silent. Finally, he couldn't wait any longer. "Well, what do you say?" he growled, nerves frayed to the slenderous of threads.
Carl was snapped out of his trance by Van Helsing's harsh tones. Still, it was hard to speak when faced with a Van Helsing who was radiating desire from every pore. He could feel his own body temperature rising in response and he swallowed hard. He could hardly believe that Van Helsing was here and even more unbelievable lusting for him. It just didn't seem possible.
Van Helsing felt a chill steal through him at Carl's continued silence. It looks like he had misread the situation after all. Cursing softly under his breath, he turned to leave the room. He had really screwed things up this time.
Carl saw Van Helsing turning away and realized that he had never answered the man. Seeing a chance of a lifetime slipping away he dived towards the edge of the bed calling "Wait!"
Van Helsing spun around to see Carl moving towards him, his eyes wild and full of desire. He didn't hesitate for a second but closed the gap between them. He pulled Carl towards him and claimed the lips that had been taunting him since the beginning.
Carl wrapped his arms around Van Helsing's neck and kissed him back with all the pent up desire he had been carrying. Tonight had just been too much tension, too much fear for this man who meant so much to him. He could no more hold back then he could fly. He lost himself in the kiss and the man who inspired so much feeling in him.
Van Helsing felt like he was on fire. Kissing Carl was more intense than in any of his fantasies. He felt like he could drown in the desire that was coursing through him just from the taste and feel of Carl's mouth. It was so much more then he had imagined and yet still not enough. He deepened the kiss, plunging his tongue into Carl's willing mouth and heard a moan of desire and realized it was his own.
Carl was in heaven. This was what he wanted more then anything. As Van Helsing's tongue twined and slide along his own, he was helpless to do more then twist his fingers in Van Helsing's hair and hold him closer. He wanted nothing more then for the kiss to go on forever.
It was only the need for oxygen that drove the men to separate but the connection remained tangible as the desire that had finally been unleashed held sway. Barely a moment was allowed to gulp in air before they plunged back into the kiss, the passion between them spiraling even higher. They strained against each other, needing the feel of the other's body pressed against their own. Still, it was not quite enough and Van Helsing pulled away from the kiss, causing a moan of protest from Carl.
Van Helsing leaned in and planted a hard kiss on Carl's mouth and then pulled away again, this time reaching down and grabbing the hem of Carl's shirt. Yanking it almost brutally over Carl's head, he tossed the shirt aside and pulled Carl to him once more. This time he didn't hesitate to plunder Carl's mouth while his hands roamed over the now bare flesh.
Carl moaned and pressed into the hands caressing his flesh. Everywhere Van Helsing touched, he left a trail of fire and Carl was melting under the onslaught. His own hands unwound themselves from behind Van Helsing's neck and began their own assault on Van Helsing's shirt. Sliding up under the edge, he began to roam over the hard muscles he had dreamed about so many times. The feel of them only added to his dizziness. Rational thought had long since left him. All that was left was the sight and the taste and the feel of this man. He pushed the shirt up even higher and let his fingers drift across a nipple, which hardened even more at the touch. The moan that accompanied the move was so intoxicating that he did it again, now playing with the nub until Van Helsing had to break the kiss to groan his approval.
The feel of Carl's clever hands roaming his chest was driving Van Helsing wild. He wanted nothing more then to feel those hands on the rest of his body. Already he was so hard that it was almost painful.
"God Carl, I want you so much. You've got me aching so bad it's enough to drive me mad. " The Hunter ran one hand up Carl's back until it was cradling the back of Carl's head. His passion darkened eyes burned into Carl's and his breath came in harsh pants.
Van Helsing's words caused a shot of desire to go straight to Carl's groin and he moaned even as he arched up into Van Helsing's hold. "I want you too." he panted. "You have no idea how much. Just touch me. Anywhere. Everywhere. Anything you want. Just please. I need this." Carl was shaking with the force of his desire.
Carl's words were all Van Helsing needed to hear. He pushed Carl until he lay on his back and quickly ripping off his own shirt, he joined him there, pressing him down into the mattress as he claimed Carl's mouth again in a soul-stealing kiss. Then breaking away, he began to trail kisses along Carl's jaw and down his neck. Reaching the spot where shoulder and neck met, he began to suck and nip, causing Carl to arch up against him with a passionate groan. Encouraged by Carl's response, he continued to kiss and nip his way along Carl's collarbone, his moans and whimpers only making him hotter. Carl writhed beneath him and watching him come undone was the greatest turn on he had ever seen.
Reaching one pale pink nipple he ran his tongue across it and smiled as Carl arched up into his touch. He ran his tongue around it in circles until it was hard and then sucked it into his mouth. It was only his weight on Carl's body that kept him from arching completely off the bed. He worried the nipple with his teeth and then soothed it gently with his tongue. Then kissing his way across Carl's chest, he began the same treatment on the other. Meanwhile his hands continued to caress Carl's sides and stomach.
A steady stream of moans and whimpers were coming from Carl. Van Helsing's hands and mouth were driving him steadily out of his mind. His own hands were tracing the lines of Van Helsing's back, the feel of hard muscles exhilarating. The feel of teeth on his nipple was enough to cause him to cry out, the pleasure so intense it was blinding. But was nothing in comparison to when a hand slid across his waistband and ghosted over his straining, cloth covered erection. "Van Helsing" came in gasping pants as he tried futilely to arch up into the hand that had already moved away again.
Van Helsing raised his head from Carl's chest and an almost predatory smile lit his face. "You liked that, did you?" he growled as he allowed his hand to drift downward again, just barely enough to be felt and not nearly enough to satisfy.
Carl cried out again. "Van Helsing please. Don't tease me. I need you. I need you so bad. Please" His words were broken and his eyes begged that Van Helsing give him the release that he so badly needed.
Van Helsing looked at Carl, completely wanton in his need and begging for him and he felt a rush of satisfaction. Carl was completely undone and all for him. Carl was his and he had every intention of claiming him. With a possessive growl, he lowered his head and kissed Carl with every ounce of passion he was feeling. Then breaking away he went once again to the side of Carl's neck, this time with the intention of leaving a mark that would show the world that Carl was his. He growled again as he heard Carl's passionate cry and felt him writhe in pleasure. Raising his head, he could see the reddened flesh and knew that by tomorrow no one would have any doubts that Carl was his.
Carl knew that Van Helsing was marking him and he didn't care. The man had claimed his long before tonight. He willingly surrendered to Van Helsing and let him do with him what he wanted. Never had he felt such intense pleasure before and he knew it was because it was Van Helsing. When Van Helsing pulled away from his neck, he whimpered a protest but it quickly died when he saw the look on Van Helsing's face. It was wild and possessive and Carl felt himself grow even more aroused. He had never been with anyone like this before – so fierce and possessive.
Having staked his claim, he raked his eyes along the man who was lying so willingly beneath him. Reddish gold hair sprinkled the fair skin of his chest and pale pink nipples nested hard and inviting within it. He couldn't resist lowering his mouth to one and sucking it hard. Carl's strangled cry of pleasure was all he needed to spurn him on. Raising his head again, he growled, "I want you Carl. I want to bury myself so far within you that you won't be able to tell where you end and I begin. " He grounded his erection hard against Carl who moaned and pressed up into him.
The feel of Van Helsing's cock pressing into his own and the erotic promise of Van Helsing's words were enough to drive Carl to beg. "Please. I want you. I want you to take me. Now… please…whatever you want, just don't make me wait. I need you. I need to feel you in me. Please Van Helsing…"
Hearing the need in Carl's voice and feeling him desperately seeking to bring their bodies even closer together was all Van Helsing needed. He lowered his head for another wild kiss, needing the taste and feel of Carl like he needed oxygen. Then pulling away, he quickly unfastened Carl's jeans and pulled them off his body. For a moment he just looked at the man laid out so willing for him. Carl never had looked so tempting as he did lost in his need and Van Helsing knew that he wanted to keep this sight for himself alone. He pulled the supplies he had grabbed out of his pocket and dropped them on the bed. Hastily shedding his own clothes he laid back down, the feel of skin on skin causing both men to moan deeply. Van Helsing couldn't help but rub against Carl, the feel of their cocks sliding against each other enough to make him moan uncontrollably. He buried his face in the side of Carl's neck and breathed in Carl's scent, his need for him so strong there was no room for anything other then the desire to be one with him. He murmured into Carl's ear, "Can you feel how much I need you? What you do to me? I ache for you. " His hips continued to thrust into Carl's – a preview of what would soon come.
Carl whimpered at Van Helsing's words. He was beyond thought now – all that was left was the hunger, the need to taken. Pressing himself into Van Helsing, he could only plead, needing release so bad it was almost killing him.
Knowing he couldn't wait any longer, Van Helsing trailed kisses and nips down the length of Carl's body until he reached Carl's cock – which was already hard and dripping. Unable to resist, he dragged his tongue up the shaft, tasting Carl for the first time. Carl's long drawn out moan was all the encouragement he needed and he quickly drew Carl's entire length into his mouth. High on the sounds of Carl's pleasure, he worked the entire length of Carl's shaft, first taking it all the way in and then sliding to the tip and working his tongue along the head. Only his hands on his hips kept Carl pinned the bed, so strongly did he try to arch up into the wet heat of Van Helsing's mouth.
Carl's mind was awash in pure pleasure and he could feel his orgasm building rapidly. But as much as he wanted release, he knew he wanted it to be with Van Helsing inside of him. He want to feel him, be connected to him and so with a great struggle he managed to thread his hands into Van Helsing's hair and pull him up. Panting, he managed to gasp out, "Too close. I want you in me. Please Van Helsing. I need to feel you."
Van Helsing's eyes were almost black with lust and they burned like wild fire. He could no more refuse Carl's plea then he could fly. Their joining was passionate and intense, emotions spiriling as high as their pleasure.Each one caught up in the sight and feel of the other and when release finally claimed them, it was more powerful then either had experienced before.
Exhausted, Van Helsing slumped down on the bed beside his panting and sated lover. Pulling Carl into his arms he closed his eyes and let his body slowly come down from its high.
Lost in a place of bliss, Carl snuggled into Van Helsing. He knew without a shadow of a doubt that he loved this man. Closing his eyes, he allowed himself to drift into a light doze.