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. Do warn me if this is slipping into M(A) rating

Tween the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea

Part 2

Pants and shirts were discarded carelessly. Dietrich lay naked before him on the satin cushions of Isaak’s cavernous bed. Radu gulped. Slim and lithe, the Terran was nearly flawless if one would ignore the numerous bruises, scars and burns, obviously left by his constant lover, Isaak. Prominent bruising graced those narrow hips, clearly from where Isaak had grabbed him. Those pale wrists and ankles were bruised hinting at constant use of restraints. Half-healed burns were concentrated on his thighs. Scars and bruises mark his neck, suggesting Isaak had drunk from him more often than not. Still, the Terran appeared fragile and insubstantial, like a fairytale nymph of Germanic folklore rather than flesh and blood.

From below hooded lids, Dietrich admired his soon-to-be lover. Radu Barvon did not disappoint. Lean, muscular… The blue-black hair he wound his fingers in was not as silky as Isaak’s. Those deep-blue eyes… Dietrich grinned. It has nothing to do with love, only unadulterated desire. He wanted Radu and he was sure from Radu’s reaction that he wanted him in turn.

Isaak massaged his master’s foot as fully regenerated Cain sat on the edge of the bathtub. Cain idly ran his fingers through the magus’ hair.

“Isaak, you may leave now. Go fuck your little whore senseless,” Cain waved him away.

“Yes, Mein Herr,” Isaak bowed. The ache between his legs had returned despite his earlier relief.

“Take me, Radu…” Dietrich threw his head back, offering his neck. Radu seized him by the shoulders and alternately kissed and nipped at the skin, savouring the red beads that oozed out where the skin was broken. “Is that all you got, Baron?” Dietrich mocked recklessly. “Sink them in… argh!” he cried at a particularly vicious nip. Radu smirked. “Too much for you?” He licked his lips thoughtfully. Under his submissive attitude, Dietrich was still a viper. Radu glanced quickly at the door. Maybe he should leave before…

Dietrich’s knee brushed his groin, reminding him of that ache. “Dietrich, you are trying to get me killed, aren’t you? If von Kampfer comes back…”

“Isaak wouldn’t mind. In fact, he may want to join in the fun,” Dietrich squirmed suggestively. “Do you think I only sleep with him? After all, I’m the Orden’s whore, you said so yourself.”

“You are acting like a slut.”

“Ja, that’s what they like about me,” Dietrich parried before tossing his arms round Radu’s neck, pulling him down on top of him. “Hurry up and fuck me before Isaak comes back, you coward.”

Cursing under his breath, Radu swore he would make the impudent Terran regret his words. Seizing Dietrich by the hips, he roughly flipped him onto his belly. He spread Dietrich’s thighs and rammed his shaft in. Caught utterly off guard, Dietrich screamed into the pillows at the sudden intrusion. He forced himself up on his elbows, trying to adjust. The taunts continued despite the occasional gasps of pain. “Is that all you got? Ah, are all imperial nobles, ngh, frigging eunuchs? Why, ngh, even that girly Kasper has bigger balls than you…”

Angered, Radu discarded all pretences of tenderness and focused on thrusting as deep and as hard as he could into Dietrich, intend on causing as much pain as possible. He seized Dietrich by the hair and slammed his face against the headboard, so that Dietrich cut his lip on a tooth. Radu forced Dietrich’s face into the pillows, cutting off his air. The Terran struggled, clawing desperately. The bed creaked furiously.

Then it was over. Exhausted and spent, Radu pulled away from the now-limp Dietrich. He turned to retrieve up his clothes… Tobacco smoke. The acrid smell chilled Radu to the marrow before he even spotted its origin. At the bedside, Isaak watched impassively through dark silt-like eyes. “Had fun?” he inquired mildly. Radu shuddered. This was definitely where he dies. Instead, the Panzer Magier looked past him.

“Ja,” a weak voice called out behind him. Dietrich smirked, blood trickling from his cut lip as he sat on the edge of the bed, legs crossed. “Cain kept you so long…”

“I take it you enjoyed yourself…” Isaak bent over and licked at Dietrich’s lip. “You know I love it rough, the rougher the better…” Dietrich eagerly tore at Isaak’s tie. Isaak puffed on his cigarillo one last time before deliberately stubbing it out on Dietrich’s nipple, getting a hiss of pain in reply. “And the more the merrier…” He placed a gloved hand on Radu’s bare shoulder. The next thing Radu knew, Isaak was kissing him forcibly. Gloved hands tugged at his hair so that Radu had no choice but to let Isaak enter his mouth. The older Methuselah tasted of tobacco.

Climbing into bed with Dietrich was bad, but sleeping with Isaak von Kampfer, the most dangerous man in the Rosenkruez Orden after Mein Herr…Perched on the bed and heart thumping wildly, Radu hoped this was not going to be his last night alive.

“Di, pleasure him,” Isaak ordered. “Ja,” the Terran bent down to Radu’s now flaccid length. The younger Methuselah gasped at the warmth enveloping his shaft. Isaak positioned himself behind Dietrich and undid his trousers, freeing his erect shaft. Dietrich screamed around Radu’s shaft as Isaak pummelled his body with his bulk.

“Focus, Dietrich…” Isaak ordered, clutching Dietrich by the hips. Dietrich gripped the sheets hard, trying to ignore the pain of his body being ripped into by Isaak’s merciless fucking, trying to focus on his task. Radu groaned. Just as he was nearing his peak, Dietrich drew away as Isaak pulled out of the Terran. Radu released over Dietrich’s face, eliciting an annoyed gasp from the Terran and a dark chuckle from Isaak.

“Sloppy, Radu. Very sloppy,” Isaak remarked. Dietrich did not say a word but kissed Radu on the lips. Radu could taste his seed on those soft lips. Dietrich straddled Radu, positioning himself above and working on Radu with his slim fingers. His brown bangs plastered to his forehead with sweat and sex, he continued his assault. Isaak delicately peeled off his gloves and slipped his fingers into the crack between Radu’s cheeks. Radu stiffened at the icy yet so-intimate touch and gasped into the Terran’s mouth.

“You have done this before, haven’t you?” Isaak purred dangerously. Silky raven tresses brushed against his shoulder. Radu nodded. Satisfied, Isaak rammed his bulk into him. At the same instant, Dietrich impaled himself on Radu’s shaft to the hilt, sandwiching the baron between them in the heat and friction of lust-driven sex. Radu cried out from the exquisite pain and pleasure, the like of which he had never experienced, being inflicted on him. Then finally, release came, followed by oblivion.

Hours later, Radu awoke with a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach, worse than the first time he had sex or the time before awakening when he drank a half a bottle of vodka and got a hangover. He was tangled in the satiny sheets of Isaak’s bed, now slightly stained with sex, sweat and blood. A naked Dietrich was lying flush against him, his soft cheek pressed against Radu’s bare chest. A thin, bruised arm wound about the Methuselah’s waist. The Terran looked amazingly childlike in his slumber, a far cry from the slut from their sexual orgy. Radu propped himself up on his elbow with a groan. His ass still ached slightly

“Awake?”

Radu looked over his shoulder as a cold hand touched his shoulder. Isaak was sitting up on his other side, smoking a cigarillo. Dietrich stirred, rubbed his eyes sleepily and sat up.

“We should do this more often,” Isaak smiled icily. “You may leave, Radu. Dietrich and I have some business to discuss…”

Radu hastily gathered his garments, dressed and fled. He swore that the next time Helga asked him to fetch Isaak from his chambers, he would turn her into a bonfire first, then… well, he’ll just have to see.

Author’s Notes:

This is the end of this fic. Someone suggested having the RCO guys do a threesome once… so this is my take.