Chapter 2: Departure, Encounter and The Truth

Abel looked at his reflection for the over millionth time trying to find a reason to delay his departure to Seth's kingdom. My hair, maybe my hair needs to be done? He looked at his silver hair which was the envy of all and falling free from his usual ponytail. Was my work left undone? He turned to his desk and sighed. His desk was clear, for he handed in his work the day before. He sighed and looked himself over. He was dressed in black and silver. He was dressed to kill! I have a funny feeling Seth's up to something! But what is it? I guess I have no choice but to find out! With a parting look at his reflection, Abel smiled. He did look gorgeous! Look out, for I'm breaking hearts tonight!

He was about to go but stopped yet again and turned on his heels. Oops, silly me, I forgot my coat! With a laugh, Abel went to his bed and picked up his black coat and his gun, making sure it was loaded and sighed. I hope I don't get an assignment along the way. It'll be a real bummer if these clothes got ruined! Abel was almost at the door and thought he was in the clear until he opened the door and saw Ion and Tres!

"AHHH!" Abel exclaimed as he fought down a fierce blush. Ion graced him with a smile and Tres looked a bit confused.

"What are you guys doing here?" Abel asked. "I was about to go."

"Well, the Cardinal has one little assignment for you and a big one for us." Ion said. "Tres and I agreed to it."

"Are you off your rockers?!" Abel exclaimed as he gathered his wits. "I'm going to a ball! I want to enjoy myself! Don't follow me!"

"Sorry about that Abel but," Ion said calmly. "But we are your bodyguards!"

"I can guard my own body!" Abel said with a huff. "I'm over 900 years old! I can take care of myself!" With that and pushing past the two, he left the Vatican. Ion and Tres looked at each other then without another word they began to follow the irate silver haired priest at a safe distance. They had a feeling that there was going to be trouble!

"Should we go?" Ion asked as they stopped at the doors of the Vatican. Tres sighed and shook his head.

"Let him go." Tres said. "Abel needs peace too. We'll meet him there." With that the two of them went to prepare for their departure to the Empire. First they had to get in touch with Abel's sister and inform her to make way for two more.

Cain looked at himself over and hmphed to his reflection. Flawless as always, The Seire noted proudly as he turned this way and that to admire his crisp pristine white outfit with his platinum blond hair falling gently loose and made Cain look innocent. All the more deadly and deceiving! Issaac came into the room and cleared his throat.

"Sire, where are you going?" He asked. Cain took in the form of his disheveled Magus and had a smirk of amusement.

"I have been summoned to attend a ball." Cain answered as he grabbed his long white coat. "And no you can not come. Don't wait up."

"But Sire," Issaac pleaded. "We were going to ask you to join us…"

"In that nastiness?!" The Seire said in disgust. "I am not a commoner. I expect and want more than what you and your groupie whores have to offer. DO NOT follow me and DO NOT wait up for me." He looked at other man and something in his Seire's eyes told him not to disobey him. With a low deep bow he watched Cain's departure. He wondered what his Lord was up to but knew better than to disobey. When one disobeyed the Seire, it led to immediate death! With a sigh he turned back to his rooms where Radu and Dmitri were in a deep lip lock. Both men were a sight to behold and this aroused the Magus. With a low growl he approached the couple on his black satin bed sheets and broke their kiss.

"Hmmm, where's our Lord?" Dmitri purred as he straddled Issaac. Radu came up behind him and ran his hands along the other man's legs and into the waistband of his pants. Issaac moaned as he felt the other man's hand grip his cock and stroke it. Dmitri purred and bucked his hips.

"Mmmm….Our Lord…has departed….went…to a ball."

"Where?" Radu purred as he continued to stroke his thick prize. Issaac felt his eyes bleed red with pleasure. He parted his legs so that his two lovers could have better access, which pleased them greatly.

"To…the..Empire…we can't…follow…" He moaned as he felt his blood quicken in time with his heart beat. Radu and Dmitri were wonderful. Oh…they maybe nasty…but I'm enjoying it! He looked down to watch their ministrations and threw his head back. Radu undid his pants while Dmitri's warm wet mouth devoured him. Issaac purred and tried to buck his hips to fuck the boy's mouth but Radu kissed him and undid his own pants. Issaac moaned as he watched the other man pour lube onto his hands and then onto his thick cock. Issaac gasped and without harming Dmitri, Issac got on all fours and licked his lips. Radu grinned and eased himself into the Magus and enjoyed every hot inch of tightness. Dmitri watched and felt himself harden. He wanted to play too! He quickened his pace and after swallowing the magus's seed he grinned. My turn!

AHHHHH the nastiness!! Cain's mind screamed as he sat back in his seat in the train to his sister's lands. WHY couldn't I get HBO instead?! He moaned as he tried to clear his head from the images he had seen! Good, they won't follow me!! Damned nasty, kinky…I need fresh air! With that in mind the Seire went to the last car and as he walked he felt someone in his mind…

I told those two dorks that I can take care of myself! The thoughts half snarled. I have taken care of myself for quite a long time. Just because I lost…him…doesn't mean that I'm as fragile as glass!! Cain knew those feelings and he could relate. Cain himself was at least a millennia old and although he had people dying for him and trying to watch his ass, he sometimes felt like telling them 'fuck off'. He followed the thoughts and with a shock, discovered that he and the owner of the thoughts had the same destination in mind.

When he opened the door and stepped out into the crystal glass car, where people admired the air and view, he felt his heart stop! There, dressed in black and silver, with beautiful silver hair flowing free and no cursed spectacles, was the one person who could get away with anything when it dealt with him…

"Abel?" Cain asked in disbelief as he looked at the silver haired one. His hair…reminds me of the moonlight. He watched his brother turn to him at the mention of his name and did a double take. The aristocratic features with platinum blond hair…He's just like a red rose, beautiful and deadly…

"Cain?" Abel asked as he sat down gracefully, which impressed the Seire. Such elegance, just what I've been looking for… "What are you doing here?"

"Our sister summoned me." Cain said regally. Abel smiled when he saw the invitation with his sister's seal on the envelope. He pulled out a similar envelope and showed it to the Seire. Cain's eyebrows raised then he chuckled.

"It would seem, my dear Abel that our beloved sister has decided to play 'matchmaker'."

"So, what do we do about it, Aniki?" Abel asked as he played with a lock of his brother's hair. Cain all but purred at the contact. He had no idea that his brother would raise such emotions from within him. He looked at his brother and smiled wickedly, which caused Abel to blush.

"Why not give her what she wants?" Cain asked silkily. With that he closed the distance between them and claimed his younger brother's lips with his own! Both brothers purred and Cain deepened the kiss as he pulled his younger brother to him. Abel moaned as he tried to gain dominance but Cain smirked and distracted his younger brother by cupping his tight firm ass. As Abel gasped and blushed, Cain chuckled and won over. HE was the Seire, the alpha, the big bad ass!! He was no one's bitch! Abel purred and felt himself melt into his brother's embrace. It felt so right. Abel felt safe. The Crusnik in him recognized something that his human side did not. At least not yet, but it was as clear as day: Cain was not his enemy but his mate! Both had the same thought. Mine…