Disclaimer: Trinity Blood and its characters DO NOT belong to me. Strictly speaking, I am not sure whether my characters can even be considered canon. Beware of OOC-ness.

Rated M for yaoi. I wonder how the Orden reacts to Isaak’s relationship with Dietrich. Probably an open secret, but let’s have new recruit Radu walking in on them. IxD, RxD?

It has been a while since I did a Isaak x Di. This one is a variation on a horny Dietrich seducing Radu.

Tween the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea

Radu was quietly enjoying a book in the sitting room when Helga glided in. “Radu, do you mind doing me a favour?” She bent over the younger Methuselah, offering him a generous view of her ample cleavage. “Sure thing…” Radu replied. As a new recruit, he didn’t want to antagonize his Orden superiors if he could help it.

“Mein Herr wants the Panzer Magier now. Isaak’s in his chamber. Would you be a dear and go fetch him?” Helga fluttered her eyelashes and pouted petulantly. Radu groaned inwardly. She could have said, “Radu, would you like to be torn apart by Isaak’s pet demons?”

When Isaak took to his chambers, it meant that he didn’t want to be disturbed, least of all by some fresh recruit. Other than Mein Herr, only his valet-chauffeur-bodyguard Reiz was allowed to call on Isaak at those times. However, as said valet was away on a mission, Cain obviously decided to let some unsuspecting fool be on the receiving end of Isaak’s wrath. And Helga just assigned him to call Isaak.

“Do hurry, Radu. Mein Herr needs Isaak immediately…”

There was no help for it, since Helga looked set to turn him into an icicle if he failed to move his rear from the armchair. With a sigh of regret, Radu put aside his book. Right in the middle of a good erotic bit too…

“Panzer Magier?” Radu called out cautiously and rapped on the door softly. His sharp hearing picked up a cacophony of muffled squeals, groans and moans coming from behind the heavy mahogany door of Isaak’s chamber. Terrific, the Magus obviously was having fun and would not appreciate being disturbed. He was caught between the Devil and the deep blue sea. To go in and get ripped up by Isaak’s shadow demons? Or not to go in and get killed by either Helga or Cain… Radu paced the corridor, pondering his dilemma.

“Reiz, or whoever’s wearing out the floor outside, do come in. The door is unlocked,” Isaak ordered curtly.

Resigned to a possible gruesome death, Radu entered. He found himself inside a study with bookcases to the ceiling. A fire crackled in the fireplace. Heavy velvet drapes shielded the windows. The walls which were not covered by books were decorated with tasteful paintings. The floor was carpeted in blood red. The magus sat behind a huge work desk, puffing idly on a cigarillo. He appeared to be alone. He also appeared distracted. Radu swallowed hard.

“Well, what do you want?” Isaak broke the silence. Radu coughed as the cloying tobacco smoke choked him. His heart raced under Isaak’s annoyed glare.

“Sir, Mein Herr requests your presence…” Radu managed to get the words out.

“Why… didn’t you… say so?” Isaak hissed. It was always a bother when Cain wanted him at such times. He reached below the desk and seized a handful of hair. A squeal of annoyance was brutally choked off as Isaak mercilessly rammed his swollen shaft into the warmth of the mouth that had been pleasuring him, forcing it all the way to the hilt. Brown eyes peered up in fear and pain. It was his sheer luck they had decided on a bondage thing tonight. If it weren’t for the handcuffs, the youth could be a handful.

“Sorry, my pet, I’ll make it up to you…” Isaak fucked the youth’s mouth hard, slamming his head against the underside of the table, until his seed came forth. Satisfied, he pulled away, leaving the youth gasping and gagging. He did up his pants. As an afterthought, he freed the youth’s wrists from the restraints.

“Radu, take care of him while I attend to Mein Herr…”

Without a backwards glance, Isaak left Radu standing mutely in his study. Radu stared at the dishevelled youth sprawled behind the desk, gasping and gagging. Isaak’s plaything was a Terran boy... wearing the Orden’s uniform… Could it be?

Gingerly, Radu brushed the brown hair away from the face. “Magister?” The flushed features of the Marionettespieler looked back at him. Dietrich’s lips were bruised and stained with semen at the corners. “So it’s true. You are nothing more than the Orden ‘s whore…” Radu couldn’t resist taking a snipe.

“Screw you, Radu…” Dietrich gasped. This was humiliating to say the least. Isaak’s brutal rutting often left him so weak he couldn’t stand. The worst part was that Isaak’s hasty and abrupt departure had left him still wanting. With Isaak in Mein Herr’s company for the next few hours at least… Dietrich paused and looked thoughtfully at Radu. He had to admit, the newcomer was good-looking in an exotic olive-skinned way. The way he held himself betrayed a hint of Imperial nobility. A bit variety and spice would be nice. After all, Isaak was not the only one he had slept with.

“Barvon, take care of me. Love me, maybe fuck me…” he whispered into Radu’s ear. “Treat me like he would….” A smile pulled at the corner of Dietrich’s mouth as the strings got to work…

You do not sleep with your superior’s whore, that’s political suicide! What the hell are you doing? A voice screamed deep inside Radu’s mind. Still, he found himself irresistibly and inexplicably drawn to the brown-eyed Terran. Radu stood bending over Dietrich as the latter sat perched on the edge of the desk, exploring Dietrich’s mouth with his tongue as they kissed. Dietrich’s mouth tasted bittersweet, probably from Isaak earlier. Nimble hands worked at undoing his tie and buttons.

With a playful fling, Radu’s tie flew to the carpet. Dietrich was not disappointed by the olive neck and chest revealed as the buttons came undone. Smirking, he slipped a hand into Radu’s waistband. Radu gasped.

“Shall we continue?” Dietrich asked. “No, stop….” Radu whined helplessly as his body reacted.

“Nein, I don’t think so… You do seem to be very, well, aroused,” Dietrich laughed evilly. He undid his tie and the slip of silk joined Radu’s tie on the carpet. Dietrich pushed the Methuselah back into the Isaak’s chair.

“Magister…”

“It’s Dietrich… for tonight,” the brown-haired youth purred and caressed his cheek.

“Dietrich, I really…” Radu protested. Dietrich shed his jacket and worked at easing Radu’s off. “We shouldn’t…” Their belts and jackets fell to the carpet. Boots soon followed.

“Don’t tell me you have hang-ups about sleeping with your superiors, Barvon? After all, that liaison with the Duke of Tigris lasted a fair while. I’ve checked your file …” Dietrich wheedled. Legs apart, he sat in Radu’s lap, grinding his crotch and ass against Radu’s groin. “You could take it for a change,” Dietrich moaned and pressed his forehead against Radu’s shoulder. “The bed is that way, through that door…”

“Isaak, are you distracted?” Cain murmured drowsily from the bathtub as Isaak poured in a vial of rose oil. He swirled his fingers lazily in the liquid and smiled at his favourite lackey.

“No, Mein Herr…” Isaak gritted his teeth. Cain was intolerable during the regeneration stage. With luck, he would doze off… Isaak wondered if it was wise leaving Radu and Dietrich alone, given their tendencies for antagonizing each other in the brief time Barvon was with the Orden.

“Isaak, be a dear and give me a massage,” Cain added.

“Yes, Mein Herr…” Grumbling under his breath, Isaak rolled up his sleeves…

Author’s Notes:

My, my, Isaak will be in for a shock when he’s done with Cain. Continue? Reviews please...

I like the idea of Isaak acting submissive to Cain.