Immortal Craving 3xR (NC-17)

[blackrose]

Title: Immortal Craving
Author: the Black Rose
Archive: Blissful Ignorance's Alternatives forum (assuming Sphinx
will allow a lemon). Anyone else, just ask.
Warnings: graphic sexual situations. Vampires (ah la more the Vampire
Hunter D style ^__~).
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: 3xR
AN: For now this is a one-shot. War Dove and I have discussed writing more to it,
but it can stand on its own.



Immortal Craving


Shadows skulked across the far wall of her room, melting into
sinister shapes and grotesque faces. Rain pelted the glass panes on
her chamber's far side before a loud BANG! sounded just outside the
window, breaking its relentless rhythm. The young woman swaddled in
her bed jumped. Her pallid skin paled even whiter as she stole
hurried glances at the constantly shifting night. Golden hair had
long since turned to dull brass and bright blue eyes had lost their
luster. Rosy cheeks now wore gaunt, ashen hues, sunken to match the
grey dusks that gave way to the nights she had come to fear. She
pulled the covers tight around her and huddled, shaking, amidst the
heavy quilts.

He will come for you tonight. The bodiless voice crawled into her
ear.

"No. It's just a storm," she whispered to the darkness. Silver
moonlight crept through the large window behind her, slinking along
the wooden boards of the floor. Lightning licked the walls and the
wind bellowed as if it meant to beckon evil closer. Relena shivered
despite the blankets piled atop her fevered form.

She had been ill for days, trapped inside her room. Alone. No one
knew why she had been running the high temperature, or why she
insisted on wearing the high collared gown. Frozen beads of sweat
slid down her cheeks, mingling with the tears. "Please stay away,"
she begged the darkness.

But it wasn't listening.

*********************************

Reeeeeek. The window protested as it cracked open. A hiss slithered
in between the gap in the frame. "Releeeeeena?.."

The woman in the bed clenched her eyelids shut, a spasm shuddering
through her entire body. "No. They don't exist. It's not here.
He's not here?"

The shadow formed a mottled shape etched in moonlight. "But I am
here. In your room, Relena." A body solidified in the obscured corner
of her chamber, but its voice reached her first, slicing into her
skin with its icy edge. "And you know why I've come."

She scrambled away from it, from him, clutching the covers tightly in
her fists as she flattened herself against the polished wood of her
bed frame. Her hands trembled like a leaf left victim to the baying
wind. "No, please. Just go away."

The masculine voice continued as invisible hammers chiseled his form
from the swirling mist. "Where is your guard, Relena? Why aren't
they here to stop me?" He advanced towards her; his steps scraped
lightly across the wood floor.

"I don't know?." She shook her head, and cowered against the
headboard. Her heart thumped, moving her blood rapidly through her
body. She quaked at the thought he could actually hear it?.

Emerald sparks pierced the blackness churning around her. "Because
I've killed them all."

She inched away, gasping out her words in short, disbelieving
breaths. "No! No, you couldn't have."

He continued to glide closer until he hovered over the bed. "Ahhhh,
but I did." Moonlight played across his features, illuminating the
wild brown hair that hung over one eye. "Everyone in the household,
Relena." He tilted his head as he regarded her. "All so I can have
you." Green flashed to predatory red as he leaned nearer.

"You're a monster," she spat. She wanted to run, but her legs had
frozen into two large stalagmites rooted to the mattress. She
clenched her jaw and met his glowing eyes. "Fine, kill me. I'm not
afraid to die."

A gloved hand reached out to stroke her cheek. "Ahhhh, so young, so
full of spirit. Your blood will taste like the finest wine from back
in the days when I was human."

She flinched away, swallowing hard when his pale lips pressed into a
scowl, baring the pearly edges of the fangs she had tried to tell
herself would not be there.

"But after disposing of the others, I'm afraid I'm quite full. I have
no desire to kill you tonight."

Her thoughts turned to her brother. "Milliardo?"

"He fought well for you," her unwelcome companion smirked. "But he
couldn't have hoped to be strong enough to defeat me." An icy finger
reached out to catch the tear that spilled onto her cheek. "I knew
him in my mortal life. Do not weep for him. He wouldn't want you
to."

All the breath left her body. "What?what do you want?with me?" Tiny
knives pricked her spine and the wound at her neck simmered like a
brand pressed to her skin.

His hand withdrew and he leaned back, crossing his arms behind his
head. A small smile chewed at his mouth - a smile that served as a
ghastly mockery of what had once been a fond remembrance.

"A little sport, perhaps. A little fun," he said and tapped a single
finger on his chin. "It's been ages since I've mated with a human
female. I'm bored and would like some children, I think." He glanced
at her out of the corner of his eye. "You'll make an excellent
mother."

"No?." She shook her head and shrunk away.

"Hm. You are strong, Relena, but not strong enough." He sat up and
leaned closer. His cool breath caressed her cheek. "You already
belong to me. That's my blood that burns like fire in your veins.
When I gave you my kiss, my mark?" His lips lingered over her neck.
She felt his fingers prying at her collar, but fear sewed her to the
mattress where she could not move.

With effort, she worked both hands up to his chest and shoved him
away. "No."

Smoldering eyes flickered as his form half-melted back into the
shadows. "That's it. Keep saying no. It'll make my conquest so much
more amusing."

He snapped his fingers and consciousness fled. Her body fell slack
against him like a marionette without its strings. Before the
darkness claimed her, she heard him whisper: "Good night."

**************************************
She awoke to a feeling of peace, reminding her of a time when she lay
in the bright sunlight of a beach in summer ? warm waves lapping at
her skin and the calm roar of the ocean gently pulling her from
sleep. The salted air tarried in her nostrils despite her conscious
state. She stretched and white satin sheets tittered with her
movements. Relena smiled and sat up.

"You're awake." An emerald fire lit in the corner of the room,
chasing away the shadows that clung to him.

"You," she choked out; her wide eyes frantically searched the new
surroundings. Light gleamed off long, sharpened teeth as her
companion smirked. Relena drew in a ragged breath, squaring her
shoulders when she faced him.

"What have you done to me? Where have you brought me?"

He separated from the darkness. Light bathed his familiar form, and
leant it a remembered air. She had known him when he was human - had
loved him, then. But he was different now.

"You know the answers to those questions, Relena. I'm not going to
waste my time." His tone was curt and clipped as he paced across the
room, approaching the bed. "Are you hungry? Would you care to eat?"

"Eat what?"

Amusement carved his countenance into a rare smile. "Food. You're
still human."

"Oh." Her eyes fell to the covers at her waist as she twisted them in
her grasp.

He started towards the door.

"No. I won't eat, and I won't be forced to bear children for you.
I'd rather die."

Dark lightning flashed as he lunged across the room. A rush of cool
air ruffled the bed clothes, and before she could blink, his lithe
fingers tangled in her loose, golden waves. He yanked hard, roughly
pulling her head back, and bared the tender flesh he had claimed once
before. "That, Princess, is something that could be arranged all too
easily." He leaned over her, his voice falling to a murderous
whisper. "Don't tempt me. It's will power alone that keeps me from
tearing out your throat."

She raised her head and met his gaze, scraping together the last of
her courage. "I'm not afraid of you." She swallowed and fought back
the fear that his `kiss' had injected into her neck all those nights
ago. It poisoned her blood as it raged through her body, corrupting
the cells as it went ? until even her heart pounded out his
name. "I'm not afraid to die."

"Hm." His eyes seemed to soften as that smug, twisted grin resumed
its place. He released her. "Then why do you tremble when I'm near?"

**************************
She stood at the window, staring down at where the ocean lapped
against jagged rocks far beneath the prison of this strange, dismal
castle. Her room at least was white, with glass to allow the light
of the sun or the moon, but the rest of what she had seen was black ?
or red. "Like blood," she murmured to the night, her eyes focused on
the angry waters that stretched for miles.

A cool breeze swept into the room, and she knew he was there. The
white silk of the nightgown hugged her form as goosebumps slithered
up her spine. She closed her eyes and wished she was at home, safe
in her room. "Please?"

Hands made of marble smoothed across the front of her gown, drawing
her into his cold embrace. She shivered. "No?"

Warm-less lips pressed against the flesh of her neck, mouthing down
to the curve of her shoulder. His palms traveled up the front of her
bodice, her nipples gathering as he grazed them through the enticing
fabric. She squeezed her eyes shut tighter as she felt the straps of
her nightgown fall. The silk slid down and pooled at her feet.

"Relena?."

"Trowa, why?" She whispered, unable to break away. Her voice sounded
small and distant to her own ears, as if it were detaching itself
from her body. "Why are you doing this? What happened to you? The
man I knew would never force me to do this. He would never needlessly
kill so many people."

He pulled away, and she caught herself against the rough-hewn stone
wall. "I'm not a man any longer," he answered to the bare skin of
her exposed back.

The young woman steadied her rebelling limbs and turned around to
face him. "Just because you've changed doesn't mean you have to?"

"Kill, Relena? Yes, I have to kill, now, in order to live. It's a
curse, but in exchange?"

"You live forever." She wrapped her arms around her uncovered
body. "I know. Your victim's lives for yours. And so you'll kill
me, too?" Her voice seemed to rise steadily, assaulting him with the
force of the sea crashing against the shore below them. "The way you
killed Pagan and my brother?"

He turned away, his head bowed low as if ashamed. She almost didn't
hear him speak.

"I didn't kill them."

"What?"

His voice revisited a vulnerable, human timbre as he repeated the
admission. "I didn't kill them. I told you that to scare you, so
you wouldn't resist or cry out."

Silence stretched between them, and he made no movement, no sound.
He truly did seem to be carved from stone. "You?Trowa, why have you
brought me here?"

He whirled around too quickly for her mortal eyes to see. "You're
mine, Relena." Trowa caught her hands and advanced towards her. "I
couldn't see before?there's so many things that have become clearer,
so many things I understand now. To kill is necessary, to love no
less so. And we have been bound since the first time we met - you
know it as well as I do. My future has changed, and so must yours."

The princess shook her head, fighting to be released from the iron-
like shackles of his grasp. "But I have a responsibility?."

"No longer. Understand this, Relena. Humans will fight and live and
die. It's their nature. You can't stop them, only delay their
destructive habits." His voice dropped as he lowered his head and
closed his eyes. "What will they do when you die, Relena? They'll be
again left to themselves."

She reached up and pushed the hair from in front of his face. "You
used to have hope? not so long ago, when we were younger. You hoped
that it could change. You used to have hope? in me."

He let out a breath and leaned forward to press his forehead against
hers. His cold hands curled around hers, bringing them up to slide
along the lines of his jaw. "I still hope," he whispered. Green eyes
opened, their strange fire lit this time with emotion. "For you."

"Trowa?" Her lids drooped closed as he bent to claim her lips in a
kiss far gentler than she had imagined. Her arms came up to wrap
under his shoulders while his hands ran long strokes down her back.
He tightened his embrace, pressing her nude, fragrant form against
him in what could have been a chiseled sculpture of seduction.

"Stop fighting me, Relena."

"I'm not," she whispered. "I?love you. I always have."

She was on a cliff, dangling over its edge. Her one hand grasped onto
dampened earth, fingernails clawing into bits of grass, trying to
hold on.

Stop fighting me?

She let go, and fell into the abyss beneath her feet.

He was there, in her mind, she could feel his thoughts spinning in
her head. His heart pounded loudly in her ears ? distinct, powerful ?
so forceful, it drove her own to abide by its beat. Pain sliced
through her body as he took it over. Her hands fumbled upwards to
remove his shirt and expose his porcelain chest. The hiss of
pleasure at her touch echoed in her mind, urging her fingers to
explore him further.

They trailed down to the waistline of his pants, and began to work
the button.

Move them without your hands.

"I?I."

A picture flashed in her mind, sinful in its execution, of his
masculine body ? perfect, lean, the breathing figure of David. She
felt heat inflame her features, but the fabric obediently slipped
from her grasp, removing the last of the clothing from his legs, and
baring all of him to her touch.

Relena began to ache for him as another jolt of electricity wracked
her body, followed by images flashing through her brain: She saw
herself touching him, stroking him. Her fingers acted out the
fantasy, tracing a delicate path over the engorged shaft; and then it
was filling her mouth. She heard him moan, sighing her name as she
moved atop his body and sought to pleasure him.

She could feel his desire raging through her own veins. She
swallowed and tried to keep her breathing steady. Her heart sped up,
still in time with his. Her palms roved over his warming flesh; her
tongue coaxed him towards release.

The pleasant hum of his thoughts changed, becoming something more
determined. She felt him pull her into an upright position, and
shift back against the headboard. He no longer had to speak to her,
or show her what he wanted. She knew. Relena stirred without
thinking, every reaction seamlessly bound to his initial
motion.

She moved astride his lap, his member poised between her legs. His
right hand curled around her shoulder, and she looked into his eyes.
Dark emerald glimmered for an instant and she felt his emotions, all
of them, sweep through her. She understood now why he had brought
her here.

"What will they do when you die, Relena? They'll be again left to
themselves."

She let herself down onto him, the pain of entry was smothered by his
poignant pleasure, but still a divider forced between them. Her head
lolled forward onto his shoulder as he surged up to meet her. She
bit her lip and choked back a cry.

Red tainted Relena's vision as Trowa crushed her body to his. Her
back arched like she would break in half. Daggers pierced the milky
skin of her neck, slashing open the wounds he had left once before.
Her arms came up to hold him.

One hand snaked over her back and grabbed her buttocks as he drove
his arousal deep inside her again and again. She felt consciousness
waver and her eyes closed; he was pulling her into his darkness.
Shadows detached themselves from the wall to rake at her flesh, the
determined tow at her neck seared through every vein in her body. Her
heartbeat slowed despite the exertion while fire consumed her body
from the inside out. She struggled against it just as mindless
pleasure bolted through her form. She convulsed and screamed, and
then the chasm claimed her.

***************************
Relena padded quietly about the room at sunset, gathering what little
clothing she had for the journey ahead. She moved towards the door,
the latch clicking in the chamber's airy quiet. Perhaps a few nights
ago she could have convinced herself it was all a dream, but now? The
sound of his voice startled her from her thoughts. "You won't stay
with me."

"I will," she answered to the door. "I'll come back. I just have to
finish a few things and resign. It'll be too difficult if I just
disappear."

"Hn."

She turned around to see him leaning shirtless against the window,
staring down at the icy sea that slurped the land. His skin was so
pale it reflected the color of the fading sun on the waters below.
And it was just as cold.

"Difficult for those who come looking," he sneered.

Relena moved closer. "I won't give you any more reasons to kill."

"You have nine months," he spoke to the glass. She realized then he
was watching her reflection.

Her hand flew to her stomach. "How?how do you know?"

"I live inside you, Relena."

She stood up straighter and approached him, holding his reflected
gaze in the window. "It?it will be like you?"

He turned away fully; she could no longer see anything of his
face. "Half human, half vampire," he answered. "It will choose its
life but be always tempted by death. I didn't lie. You'll be an
excellent mother." His voice rumbled low in his throat, sounding
rough and strained to her ears.

The sun finished its descent, plunging the room into the all too
familiar black of night. She reached his side and smoothed a hand up
the length of one arm before resting her forehead against the back of
his shoulder. "Trowa, I?"

"Don't expect me not to be there when it's born. If you haven't
returned by then, you will that night." He seemed to dissipate
beneath her fingers, melting out of her loose embrace.

She spoke to the darkened mist that held his human shape. "And then
what?"

Shadows parted and those vicious fangs bore light once more. "And
then I'll kill you."

[Akasha]

Ooooh, that sounds really good. You said it could stand on it own, but will you continue to add to it?

[Akasha]

Ooooh, that sounds really good. You said it could stand on it own, but will you continue to add to it?

[kmf]

Ah, vampires *shudders in delight* I dont know what it is about vampires, but stories about them facinate me.

I agree that this is fine as a stand alone, but I would be interested in more as well. I am not sure why, but I couldnt really put my finger on whether this was a complete AU fic or whether it was a continuation of sorts. Relena knew Trowa; she knew of his past. Yet Trowa seemed to hint that he was more ageless than that (the reference to remembering fine wine in the first part). I also got the feeling during part of it that it was a historic story (long white night gowns, guards, reference to household, calling Relena Princess), but at the end I felt like it was more along the original timeline (Relena wishing to go and settle her affairs before her return to Trowa). The overall effect is one of timelessness, which fits well with the vampire theme.

I am left wanting to know what happens next and what happened before. Darn it, Im going to be speculating for hours yet ^_^ I hope you do decide to continue at some point, I shall certainly be watching out for more.

kmf

[bookworm]

This was interesting. Not that I'm a 3xR fan, but interesting nonetheless. Definitely a lemon to love. Though I try not to get too into it, since I'm a 1xR fan.

*ignores the concept and puts 3 out of the pic and 1 in it, though 1 acts OOC*

Nothing against it, but I AM a hardcore 1xR fan. Still, BR, ur fics are still one of the best. *innocent eyes* Don't hurt me, k?

[Dark Deity]

i know i read it before, but hey, there's no harm n reading a good fic twice eh? now where's the sequal!? :evil:

[Faye Faye]

Vampires make me hot...especially Trowa Vampires ::drools:: MMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmm

[Oyuki]

Oooooh! I would love to see what happens when the child is born! This is great and I really hope you do continue it.

[sweetangel]

I have read this story at least 4 times and I'm hoping that u will continue it even if u think it could stand on it's own bc in a way a lot is left unsaid. I can't wait to read the next chapter if u decide to continue it.

[ice princess]

I love love love this fic. One-shot or not, I think it's perfect. It seems a bit of a cross-over to me, with the reference to the child as half-human, half-vampire. Could this be the story of Vampire Hunter D's origins? He was a half-breed, wasn't he? In my mind, this makes for one hell of a cross-over, and I luv every word of it!!!! Bless you, you fabulous writer, you!

~ice princess