Chapter 10: Sable and Gold (Cain's POV)

I kissed Abel back fully, my blood racing with anxiety. Since the children had been conceived, and with all that had happened, I hadn't been getting any…and that was NOT acceptable. I growled and flipped Abel onto his back, making sure I was mindful of the children and straddled him. I heard Abel purring his encouragement and this turned me on further. I began to remove his priest's garb when suddenly….

"Nightlord-sama!" A page called through the door. "The Empress wishes to speak to you!" I jumped up and growled in frustration, my arousal disappearing quicker than grains of sand in an hourglass. I loved my younger sister but damn did she have to be such a cockblocker?! I looked down at Abel pleadingly, hoping he would tell the page that we were busy….

"We'll be right there." He called out. "Give us a few minutes please." My mouth dropped at this but I got off. Why me? I felt Abel's hand on my shoulder.

"We can finish up later." He whispered seductively in my ear, which sent chills down my spine and had me forgiving him in less than no time. Damn he's good…I watched Abel get dressed then realized something very important.

"Um…Abel…I don't have anything to wear." I said. He looked at me and raised an eyebrow. I narrowed my eyes and held up the 'borrowed' outfit. "You slashed it to ribbons and good riddance to it."

"Oh so I did." He said with a sheepish grin. "Well luckily we are about the same size." I blinked at that notion and watched him go to his clothes then toss me a full black outfit. I dropped it as if I were burned.

"I AM NOT wearing that!" I said as I sat on the bed and crossed my arms. Abel just sighed and picked them up, placing them next to me.

"It's that or nothing." He reasoned. "I don't think the tailors are coming today so instead of complaining, why not make do with what can be provided? I'll wait for you outside our door." With that he was out the door and I was left with the clothes. I uncrossed my arms, lifted the clothes and sniffed. They smelled faintly of Abel. He's giving me his spare uniform…oh well…I sighed and changed. I'll probably look like an overgrown penguin…

"Not bad." I heard Abel say as I stepped outside. "We could seriously have fun with this." I raised an eyebrow at this but silently agreed with Abel on not looking bad. Black didn't look so bad on me, just made me seem more fair, innocent…all the more deceiving…I thought with a smirk. I walked with him but blinked when he stopped and held to his stomach. My paternal instincts kicked into full.

"What's wrong?" I asked. Abel looked at me and smiled.

"Your younglings are having a battle in there." He said with a purr and causing me to chuckle. My younglings were already feisty and they weren't even born yet. I knew that Abel and I were going to have our hands full when they did come at last. I kissed Abel on the forehead and looked at him.

"Don't scare me like that all right? I'm getting too old for that." Abel looked at me and giggled a bit.

"Old? Who can tell? I'm just as old as you are. See me falling apart?"

"Was that a crack at my former state?" I growled a bit, tightening my lips. Abel smiled and kissed me lightly.

"Yes but there is some truth is there not?" He asked. I looked at him and sighed. I couldn't stay mad at him. I nodded and watched him open the door then close it, grinning.

"Are you ready to have some fun?" He asked. I growled playfully and put him against the wall, kissing and sucking on his neck. "Ah….not that kind of fun…" I pulled away reluctantly and looked at him. "You go in first. I will follow behind you."

"It's just our sister, she can tell us apart Abel."

"Seth is not alone. Caterina is with her, as well as her brother, as well as Professor and Dandelion."

"Ok, who and who..?" I blinked at the last two. A teacher and a flower..? Abel laughed and kissed me.

"Just do as I say." He said. I rolled my eyes and sighed.

"Like I have a choice?"

"No you don't. Now go." He ordered lightly. I sighed and walked in. Seth and Ion looked at me but said nothing, biting their lips or burying their face in a book. Caternia, the woman dressed in red approached me first.

"Abel, where are your glasses?"

"Oh those," I said. "Well I got rid of them, they made me so clumsy I'm surprised I didn't fall and break my neck." I heard a snicker from the tall dark haired priest then turned to him.

"What are you laughing at Pretty Boy?" I asked as I stepped up to him. He looked at me and creased a brow.

"Abel what's the deal, they only put 12 sugars in your tea again?"

"Yea and I'm not in the mood to talk about it."

"Abel," The lady addressed me. "You owe us an explanation; you didn't contact us when you arrived."

"Forgive me but I was rather busy you see."

"What's more important than getting in touch with your superiors?" the man said. I raised an eyebrow and looked at him evenly.

"Mankind and their welfare..." I answered the words rather foreign on my pallet. The man looked at me sharply while the lady smiled. The older looking man with a pipe looked at me then after taking a puff, asked.

"Abel, when did you dye and cut your hair?"

"Excuse me?" I asked. The tall dark haired priest looked at me too.

"Yea, wasn't your hair silver and longer? Where's the black ribbon you usually wear?"

"I wanted a new look what's wrong with that?" I asked. They looked taken aback but looked more as I sat in the chair next to Ion. The dark haired priest glared at me and pulled out a metal ring.

"Who are you?" He asked. I looked at him and sat back coolly.

"You know who I am. And you should know that your little rings don't work with me."

"You aren't Abel." He said. "Abel would never sit the way you do. He's rather less graceful!"

Damn…trust my aristocratic manner to come out! I looked at him then smirked. "If you get those rings out of my sight, maybe I'll reward you with an explanation." I said as I steepled my fingers. The lady looked at me then nodded to the priest, who disarmed and stepped back.

"Who are you then?" She asked. "If you are not Abel…"

"How can you mistake me for the klutz of the century?" I asked. I heard a huff nearby. I smirked and continued. "Besides I only take 2 sugars in my tea and I never drink milk tea. I prefer a calming chai tea instead. Milk tea tastes like puke."

"It DOES NOT!!!" Abel shouted as he entered the room. "Its delicious and you never tried…"

"Abel!?" The lady asked. Abel looked at her and smiled.

"Caternia-san." He said with a smile and a wave. "You made it."

"Hey what's going on here?" the dark haired priest asked as he looked at Abel. "Abel, you're looking a little fat." I sat straighter in my seat while Abel's eyes narrowed.

What did you say Dandelion?"

"I didn't stutter Crusnik." He said. "I said you're looking a little fat." My nerves tensed as I watched Abel's eyes go red as he took the man by the neck and tossed him out the window but was relieved when I heard water splashing.

"I am NOT fat." Abel pouted. We all looked around but I dared break the silence.

"Even after 900 years, you're still a hot-head."

"Just don't call me fat."

"I'll keep that in mind." I said as I hugged him. "Looks like our secret's out." He looked over my shoulder then blushed.

"I guess it is."

Hmm how shall the Vatican react I wonder? Stay tuned to find out!