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INTERTWINED
A VanHelsing Slash Fanfic
By Dayrunner145
dayrunner145@yahoo.com
Carl had been on edge for over a month, ever since VanHelsing had been sent on a “secret”
mission and had gone incommunicado. In the back of his mind, he was sure VanHelsing’s hasty
departure from the Vatican, without even a goodbye to him, was Jinette’s way of punishing them
for their ‘lack of discretion’ when he had caught them having sex one night behind Carl’s
workbench in the lab.
The thought brought a faint smile to Carl’s lips as he remembered the look on Jinette’s face and
how he had sputtered and fumed when he stumbled upon them. Of course, that had been the
most humiliating experience of Carl’s young life, and it hadn’t helped matters any when
VanHelsing had asked the cardinal if he wanted to join them.
Even though VanHelsing could be unpredictable at times, Carl loved the man dearly and missed
him terribly. He worried, prayed and fretted every time VanHelsing left without him, and this
time, it was worse, not knowing where he had gone. Carl couldn’t eat or sleep, and his mind was
everywhere, except on his work.
But today, Carl was humming as he bustled around his workstation. VanHelsing had been
spotted on his way to Rome and would be home soon.
Carl was particularly pleased with himself this morning. The little gift he was preparing for
VanHelsing’s return was almost ready. He smiled as he held the object in his hand, fingering it
lovingly. Every once in a while, he would take it out of his pocket and look at it, or touch it
through the cloth of his robe, making sure it was safe. He couldn’t wait to give it to his lover.
Carl had become so absorbed in his work now that his mind was at ease about VanHelsing, he
didn’t notice how dark and empty the lab had become. He was straining his eyes, looking at his
notes in the gloom and decided it would be a good idea to light his lamp before he went totally
blind. As Carl struck the match, there was a loud crash in the vicinity of the entrance to the lab.
He almost jumped out of his skin, letting out a startled yelp.
“Who...who’s there?” Carl called out in a shaky voice.
“Carl!”
VanHelsing was standing in the shadows, his hands on his hips. Next to him was a pile of heavy
gear he had just thrown down.
“Gabriel...?”
VanHelsing grinned as he traversed the space between them with several extra long strides, his
leather duster flowing out from his body like wings as he hurried toward the friar. He dropped
his hat on Carl’s work table and held out his arms to Carl, who all but jumped into them,
throwing his own arms tightly around VanHelsing’s neck.
“Miss me, Carl?” VanHelsing smiled down at his lover and lowered his head for a kiss. Carl
moaned softly into VanHelsing’s mouth as he kissed him ravenously in return.
“Good God, Gabriel... I missed you so much...”
“So I see...” VanHelsing gasped as he felt Carl’s manhood brush against his leg.
VanHelsing wanted to take Carl right then and there and bury himself up to the hilt inside his
lover.
“Carl... my love... How I missed you.” he whispered huskily as he pulled Carl closer to him. He
ground his hips hard against the willing body, letting Carl feel the beginning of his own arousal
against his trousers and groaned.
“I need you, Gabriel. Right now... right here...” Carl breathed.
“Easy, Carl.” VanHelsing sighed as he reluctantly pulled away. “You know my orders are to
report to Jinette immediately upon my return, no matter what the hour. If I don’t, he’ll come
looking for me himself.”
“To hell with Jinette and your report, Gabriel! It’s been over a month. Please... don’t deny me.”
Carl pleaded pitifully as he pulled VanHelsing’s head down to plunder his lips with hungry
kisses that took VanHelsing’s breath away.
“Please, Carl...” VanHelsing groaned. “I want tonight to be special. Wait for me in my room.
I’ll try not to be too long.” he said as he reluctantly pulled away from their embrace.
Suddenly, VanHelsing cocked his head and put his fingers to his lips, motioning to Carl that he
had heard something.
“Sshh, Carl. Someone’s coming. Go... go...” he ordered as he kissed Carl hard and gave the
bulge against his leg a gentle squeeze.
Carl whimpered when he pulled away from VanHelsing’s kiss, but he did as the hunter had
requested and headed out just as the door to the lab crashed open.
VanHelsing held his breath and prepared himself for the onslaught he knew was coming.
“Van-HELL-sing!” Jinette’s voice boomed out and echoed throughout the cavernous room.
VanHelsing cleared his throat and stepped out into the light where Jinette could see him.
“Your Grace...” VanHelsing bowed slightly. “Nice of you to personally welcome me home.” he
snorted sarcastically.
Jinette looked down at the pile of VanHelsing’s gear beside the door and huffed.
“I knew I would find you here. Did I not give you strict orders to report to me as soon as you
arrived? As usual, you have chosen to disobey me. It is no wonder, because of your insolence,
God’s face will never smile upon you.”
“God turned his face away from me 400 years ago. What’s another 400 years?”
“Don’t blaspheme!” Jinette sputtered as he made the sign of the cross over VanHelsing.
“Now, come. The sooner you give me your report, the sooner you will get to see your little
whore.” Jinette said with a smirk.
VanHelsing lunged at Jinette and pinned him to the wall, his hands around his neck, his face
mere inches from the cardinal’s, his breath hot on Jinette’s face.
“Carl is not a whore!” he snarled, trying hard to resist the urge to snap Jinette’s neck right then
and there.
“As you wish.” Jinette hissed. “If not for your unquestionable results in the field and your
protection by the Church herself, you would not be so untouchable. Carl, on the other hand... ”
VanHelsing seethed and gritted his teeth. He knew he could not act on his rage against Jinette
without putting Carl in jeopardy.
“If you dare harm Carl in any way,” VanHelsing growled, “I will personally kill you myself.”
Jinette grasped VanHelsing’s wrists and slowly pulled his hands away from his throat.
“My report?” he sneered as he straightened his cassock, then turned on his heels to leave.
VanHelsing was livid but he picked up his gear as ordered and followed Jinette to his suite.
                                             ~~ 00 ~~ 00 ~~ 00 ~~
Carl was devastated. He had heard every word VanHelsing and Jinette had spoken. He had been
unable to exit the lab unseen before the cardinal entered, so he had stayed behind in the shadows,
with every intention of leaving as soon as it was safe.
Now he wanted to die.

Jinette had called him a ‘whore’. A name that cut his sweet heart in two. Worse yet, the cardinal
had the almighty power to make good on his threats. He could send Carl away from the Vatican
permanently, never to see VanHelsing again as long as he lived.

Hot tears filled his eyes as he stumbled to his workbench to sit down before he would faint.
Putting his head in his hands, he began to sob uncontrollably, his whole body shaking as he wept.

            ~~ 00 ~~ 00 ~~ 00 ~~

VanHelsing grew uneasy when he got to his quarters and discovered that Carl was not there. A
quick check of Carl’s room showed he had not been there, either. VanHelsing sniffed the air for
Carl’s scent and started off after him when he picked up a faint smell of fear mixed with Carl’s
musk.

VanHelsing listened for Carl’s heartbeat and a feeling of panic started in his belly when he heard
Carl’s heart pounding erratically.

He hurried as fast as his long legs would carry him as he tracked Carl back to the lab, full-blown
panic overtaking him.

VanHelsing crashed through the heavy wooden doors into the darkened laboratory and stopped,
stunned to see Carl slumped over his work table.

“My God, Carl ... what happened?” VanHelsing choked out as he rushed to the friar’s side.

Carl was crying softly as VanHelsing put his arms around him lovingly and gently coaxed him
up.

“Carl... Beloved?”

“Oh, Gabriel ...” Carl sobbed as he gripped VanHelsing’s arm tightly.

“What’s wrong? Tell me ...”

Carl sniffled and wiped his runny nose on his sleeve, trying to put on a brave face for
VanHelsing.

“I’ve been called a lot of things in my life, Gabriel, but never a.... ‘whore’ ...”

“You heard.” VanHelsing sighed.

“Every word.” Carl said softly as he started to tremble and tear up again.

“I’m afraid, Gabriel. Jinette could send me away... so far away, and I would never see you again.
I couldn’t bear it. I would die...” Carl sobbed.

“Sshh, Carl. It’s all right. You just let me worry about Jinette. I can handle him.”

“Come on, let’s get you out of here.” VanHelsing’s voice soothed Carl as he let the hunter wrap
him in his arms and lead him back to his room.

When they got to Carl’s door, he shuddered at the thought of Jinette spying on them, plotting new
ways to make their lives miserable. He decided he would spend the night alone so as not to cause
them any more embarrassment, even though he longed to have VanHelsing just hold him in his
arms for a little while.

“I’m all right now, Gabriel. Thank you.” Carl half-heartedly told VanHelsing with a sigh. “I
suppose you’ll want to turn in now. You must be very tired.”

“No, Carl. I’ll not leave you alone like this.” VanHelsing said sternly, but lovingly, as he opened
the door and led Carl in.

Carl sat down at the edge of his bed and heaved another loud sigh, still uncertain if he should try
to send his lover away.

“Gabriel... I ...”

“Sshh, Carl ... no talking. ” VanHelsing said softly as he sat down next to Carl and took him into
his arms for a gentle kiss. Carl could not stop the hot tears from filling his eyes when he felt the
tenderness in this man’s kiss. He needed his lover’s touch badly and it comforted him to be
wrapped in the safety of VanHelsing’s strong arms. He closed his eyes and put his head on his
beloved’s chest, listening to the soothing sound of his heartbeat.

Carl seemed content to just snuggle against VanHelsing and the proximity was killing the hunter.
He tried to shift the bulge in his trousers when it became too painful to ignore, inadvertently
letting out a soft groan. His breath hitched when Carl reached out and put one hand on his thigh,
rubbing it slowly, sensually, almost absentmindedly. He was drawn instinctively to cup his own
hand over Carl’s, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Carl?” VanHelsing hoped beyond hope that his lover’s touch was more than just a preoccupied
gesture.

The young man looked up at VanHelsing and smiled sweetly, the love shining in his blue eyes
was unmistakable.

VanHelsing’s voice was choked with emotion, tears welling up in his eyes. “Do you know how
much I love you?”

“I know, Gabriel...” The friar whispered, trying to hold back his own tears.

VanHelsing gently lifted Carl’s face toward him and lowered his head to kiss him lightly on his
lips.

“Love me, Gabriel... please... let me love you...” Carl murmured softly as his hand moved up
VanHelsing’s thigh to caress his straining erection through his trousers.

A low moan escaped from VanHelsing’s lips as he pressed Carl down on the bed and rolled on
top of him, his pent up passion taking full reign over all his senses as he started to make love to
Carl.

Carl pulled VanHelsing’s head down for a long, hungry kiss that took his breath away. He
captured Carl’s lips in return, nipping and sucking at them roughly until they were swollen and
red. As he pushed his tongue past Carl’s teeth to explore the hot wetness, Carl moaned his
approval into his mouth.

VanHelsing showered searing kisses along Carl’s jaw, working his way toward his neck. The
frayed fabric of Carl’s robe tore as VanHelsing sought access to his throat, making Carl whimper.
Frustrated and hungry with need, VanHelsing grabbed the cloth with both hands and ripped the
garment off Carl with one swift motion. Carl gasped as he was peeled naked by his lover. The
raw lust in VanHelsing’s eyes was mirrored in his own.

A low growl started in VanHelsing’s throat at the sight of Carl lying unclothed under him,
burning with desire. He plundered Carl’s lips again with fiery kisses, stopping only to hurriedly
strip himself bare, pulling and ripping at his clothes in his frenzy as Carl’s hands worked with his.

Carl shifted his body and opened his legs wide, letting VanHelsing sink between them, both men
crying out when their arousals touched. They kissed again, moaning into each others mouth while
their hands moved frantically over each others skin. They ground their bodies together hard,
hungry and desperate in their need for release. Their want was for pure, raw animal sex. Nothing
more. Nothing less.

A whimper escaped from Carl’s lips when VanHelsing pulled away long enough to hastily coat his
hand with oil from the small vial Carl kept hidden under his mattress. He quickly worked his
slicked fingers into Carl, hoping it was enough to ready him for the taking.

“Gabriel...” Carl hissed. “Now!”

VanHelsing growled with hunger as he rose to his knees. He covered his shaft and Carl’s entrance
with the remaining oil on his hand before he placed Carl’s legs over his shoulders. Slowly, he
started to ease in, groaning loudly at the tightness that was surrounding him.

“Carl...” VanHelsing whispered softly as he wrapped his arms around Carl’s thighs and began to
lose himself inside that hot, sweet place.

Carl gasped and fisted his hands in the bed sheets when VanHelsing entered him, but he did not
cry out. His need to feel the pleasure of his lover inside him was too great. VanHelsing moved
slowly at first, but it was not long before both men were struggling for control as they rocked and
thrust against each other hard. Their unbridled lust made their movements frantic and almost
violent, bringing them to the point of no return quickly.

VanHelsing reached down with one hand and grabbed Carl’s neglected and leaking member. He
stroked him hard in time with his lunges, pushing Carl over the edge.

“Gabriel! Please...” Carl cried out, even as he lifted his hips to meet his lover’s plunges into him.

“Come with me...” VanHelsing gasped, his movements becoming longer, deeper and faster as he
drove himself up to the hilt inside Carl.

“Now, Carl... please...” VanHelsing panted, as he fell across Carl’s chest. He kissed him hard one
last time when he felt the inevitable tingle in his sac signaling he was about to come.

Carl screamed when the exquisite pain of orgasm hit him, coming hard between their bodies, the
spurts of his warm seed pooling on their abdomens.

VanHelsing thrust as hard as he could as Carl’s body spasmed around him. He threw his head
back and roared as he came, the thick bursts of his hot ejaculate pumping into his lover, filling
him.

When their spasms had calmed, an exhausted VanHelsing slowly pulled out of Carl and he fell,
spent, next to him. The two sated lovers exchanged a tender kiss as they wrapped themselves
around each other, their eyes heavy lidded with the promise of sleep.

~~ 00 ~~ 00 ~~ 00 ~~

The next morning found Carl awake first, preparing for morning vespers. It was still dark, the sun
not even breaking on the horizon as he dressed.

Carl picked up the remnants of the clothing he had worn the day before, smiling at the sweet
memory of their destruction. A trace of a frown started to form on his face, though, when he
realized he would have to explain why he needed another set of robes so soon after the last ones.
As he folded the cloth, he heard a small ‘tink’ when the gift he had carried in a pocket for
VanHelsing fell to the floor.

VanHelsing watched Carl intently as he picked up the object and lovingly fingered it.

“Mornin’, my love . . . ” VanHelsing’s raspy voice caught Carl off guard and he jumped.

“Gabriel... I’m sorry if I woke you.” he apologized. Then, indignantly, he asked,

“How long have you been watching me? I hate it when you do that!”

VanHelsing chuckled as he got up from their bed and tried to dress. Most of his clothes were in
tatters from the previous night as well, so he just pulled on his leather pants and boots.

Carl loved every part of VanHelsing’s body, but he could never resist the opportunity to run his
hands through the thick hair on the hunter’s well-muscled chest. He went over to VanHelsing and
put his hands on his skin, ghosting his fingers over the soft fur. VanHelsing groaned at Carl’s
touch and lowered his head to give him a deep kiss. Carl moaned into his lover’s mouth as he
returned his kiss, but had to pull away when he heard the chapel bells calling him to service.

“I... I have to go, Gabriel...” he groaned. “Tonight?”

VanHelsing took Carl’s hands in his and kissed them gently.

“Sooner, I hope.” He looked lovingly into Carl’s eyes. “Before you go, though, you have to tell
me what you’re hiding in your pocket.” VanHelsing said with a raised eyebrow.

“I don’t need any more surprises.”

Carl flushed and bounced nervously on the balls of his feet.

“Carl? I’m waiting.”

Sheepishly, Carl took the object he had for VanHelsing out of his pocket. He presented his hand
to his beloved, opening it slowly to reveal the prize.

“Carl...” VanHelsing choked and started to tear up at the sight of a simple gold band big enough to
fit his finger.

“Do you like it, Gabriel?” Carl asked hesitantly.

“My Love...” was all VanHelsing could get out of his mouth before he embraced Carl tightly,
kissing him tenderly as he sobbed.

“God knows how much I love you, Carl.” he whispered softly. “Now everyone will know.”

“I love you, too, Gabriel... more than you can imagine.” Carl’s voice cracked as he took
VanHelsing’s left hand. His own hands trembled as he put the ring on VanHelsing’s third finger.

“Friar Gustav did the engraving...” Carl tried to keep from sobbing himself, so he started to
babble.

“I told him I had lost my ring and this was a replacement. He didn’t think it might be too big for
my finger, so I didn’t push. It’s not like I lied. I really did lose my ring. Don’t know how or
where. I’ve wracked my brain over it. As I was saying, the engraving is the Latin word for
love...”

“Sshh... Carl.” VanHelsing put his fingers on Carl’s lips.

“Is this what you’ve been looking for?” VanHelsing smiled as he handed Carl a small velvet pouch
that he had pulled from a pocket in his trousers.

Carl’s hands shook as he opened the strings to the delicate little bag.

“Oh, Gabriel.” Carl’s knees began to buckle and VanHelsing had to move fast to steady him.

“My ring... but... where... how...?” Carl could only stammer.

“I’m afraid I took it one night when you weren’t looking.” VanHelsing confessed.

“I wanted to have it engraved and give it to you for our anniversary, but Jinette succeeded in his
little plan to keep us apart before I could get it back.”

“Anniversary...? Engraved...? Carl was reduced to one word sentences as his mind reeled.

“If you look, you’ll see the Latin word for love inscribed inside.” VanHelsing said through his
tears.

“I guess we really are soul mates.” he said softly as he took Carl’s left hand and slipped the ring
on his third finger.

“This makes me feel like we’re married.” Carl said, still shaking.

“We are, in my eyes.” VanHelsing smiled. “Whatever happens, we’ll face it together.”

Carl touched the gold band on his finger and smiled lovingly at VanHelsing. Deep in his heart, he
knew everything would be all right.

~~End~~
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