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Title: Coming Home

Author: Xavantina

Rating: NC-17
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Pairing: Gabriel/Carl
Length: Fic (2500 words or so)

Disclaimer: I keep them tied and gagged
under my bed, but I still don�t own them.

Summary: Van Helsing comes back after a
mission and he missed Carl...

Warning: Just your average smut, nothing
out of the ordinary.

A/N: A little thing I had to write. My
de-lurking fic for this fandom. Hope you enjoy, and remember to leave feedback
:) Big thanks to jackoweskla for the beta.

Archive: Yes please!!

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�This is one of my latest mechanisms.�

Carl had a tendency to get a little too
involved in his work. At least, that was Gabriel
Van Helsing�s opinion. The friar could easily spend hours in his lab, fng
ng
over small gadgets that turned out to be pretty much useless. Right he he was
involved in showing Gabriel something. The hunter still wasn�t sure what it
was, since Carl lived by a rule that said �Save the best for last�. That
basically meant that Van Helsing would have to view 5-10 new weapons before
getting to the thing that Carl had actually intended to show him. �It�s very
handy, isn�t it?�

Gabriel stared cross-eyed at the object
Carl was presenting right in front of his nose. �Sure,� he agreed, moving it
away from his face. Carl didn�t seem to notice that he didn�t care at all. The
friar just strode on through his vast amount of weaponry.

But when it came down to it, these sessions
weren�t so bad at all. It gave Gabriel an opportunity to be with his friend.
And it was kind of like a tradition. The brave Van Helsing returned from a
mission, his trusted friend would complain that he destroyed something, and
then show him all the stuff he�d made while Gabriel was gone.
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Carl hadn�t stopped talking for one single
second. Ten minutes and running. Gabriel noted that the friar had grown his
hair. Not so long that it was un-holy, but it was definitely longer than when
he last saw him. The ends had stopped bending out as much as they did before.
Gabriel decided, (somewhere between the sixth and seventh thingamajig) that it
looked pretty good. It wavered a bit when Carl moved his head from one side to
another, and shone in the firelight that lit up the dungeons. �How romantic,�
Gabriel�s inner sarcastic voice remarked. Gabriel ignored it.

�Van Helsing, are you even listening?�

Gabriel stopped abruptly to avoid colliding
with Carl, who had stopped walking. Instthe the smaller man stood glaring with
a slightly raised right brow, and his hands planted firmly on his hips. �Of
course I�m listening,� Gabriel said, sounding insulted.

�What didust ust say?� Carl asked, both
eyebrows raised expectantly.

�You asked me if I were listening,� the
hunter replied, smirking.

Carl huffed rather childishly, �Before
that?�

�You told me that, that thing �� he pointed
at the gun-like object, �� is very easy to reload and weighs almost nothing.
�Thank God for my ability to multi-task,� Gabriel thought. �Because you made it
of aluminum.�

Carl appeared suspicious for a second or
two, and then seemingly dismissed his doubt, �As I was saying...� he carried
on, picking up what appeared to be some sort of stick. �This one is designed to
be...� Van Helsing tuned out again, as Carl continued babbling on.

Van Helsing observed the friar curiously,
not intentionally listening to a single word, but focusing on the younger man�s
body language. Carl was wringing his hands ever so often, and tugging them in
his pockets. He was nervous. Gabriel found it to be interesting, if not mildly
amusing. He found himself admiring Carl�s hands. They were surprisingly clean,
mostly. The nails were trimmed perfectly.. Long elegant fingers that moved
cleverly and precisely, both when they were working, and when they were doing
things that weren�t quite work related. Like when they with knowing strokes and
tugs brought Gabriel to one mind wrecking climax after the other. Or when the
probed into Gabriel, stretching and caressing places inside him that no one
else had ever touched. They were quite beautiful really, Carl�s hands.

So was his mouth. Beautiful lips, soft and
never dry to kiss. Skillful in ways that few knew about, Gabriel hoped. He
suddenly yearned to kiss those lips, right now, and to see them part when Carl
came with a soundless scream. Or stretching around Gabriel�s cock, while the
pink tongue that kept darting out to lick those lips, tortured him so sweetly.
God, if he hadn�t been growing hard before...

�Van Helsing, this time I�m sure.�

�What?�
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�You are not listening to a word I�m
saying, you�re just staring at me,� Carl complained, voice a bit too whiny to
be taken seriously.

Gabriel shrugged, �Okay, you�re right, as
always. I wasn�t listening.�

Carl poutend tnd the hunter felt a smile
spread slowly over his features. �You�re impossible,� the friar complained.

�Nope,� Gabriel corrected, walking past his
friend and into the small room behind the main laboratory. �I�m just bored, and
not in the mood for thisspanspan>

Carl came scuttling after him, �In the mood
for what?�

As he entered the room, Van Helsing shut
the door. Carl jumped a little at the hard rap, and two magnifying glasses fell
in front of his eyes. With an annoyed movement the friar took the, well,
Gabriel wouldn�t go as far as to calling it a hat, off.

This was the good stuff, Carl�s own little
part of the lab. Out in the big room where they came from, it was noisy and
crowded and people were always running around and breaking things. Gabriel knew
that Carl preferred this. This was where he�s lock himself in and stay for
hours just to enjoy the silence. Carl had told him this once, in an unnatural
moment of blatant honesty.

There was actually a window in here, and
right now soft moon light came tgh igh it. The rest was lit by a couple of torches
hanging he whe wall. It was fairly small, and the untidiness made it appear
even smaller.

�You�re rather jumpy this evening,� Gabriel
remarked, moving in such a way, so that Carl ended up trapped between Gabriel
and a worktable, with nowhere to escape.

The friar�s eyes darted around, and his
hands moved in small jitters at their own accord. �I was just... worried about
you,� he muttered, �You should have been home half a month ago, and I was just
so glad that you were okay, and I didn�t quite know how to express my feelings,
or come to terms with them to begin with, so I figured I�d...�

Carl�s mouth snapped shut obediently, but
then opened again, �You shouldn�t be telling me what to do. It�s not fair that
you should be the one who decides when I�m supposed to...�

Van Helsing held his hand tightly against
Carl�s mouth, cutting off what ever tirade that was building up. �There�s no
reason for you to worry about me; I�ve told you that before. Now, when I remove
my hand you�ll be silent, alright?� Gabriel nodded during the final part of his
sentence, and Carl joined in. �Good boy.�

Indeed, Carl didn�t say a word as Gabriel
removed his hand. The hunter smiled fondly, reaching up to fiddle with a lock
of stray hair. �You let it grow.�

�You�ve been gone for five months,� Carl
said, voice quivering a tiny bit. Like tears were waiting somewhere behind his
bubbly and busy fa�ade.

Gabriel frowned, letting the blond strands
drop from his fingers and cupped Carl�s face instead. �I�m home now.� It
sounded riddiculus. Did he really think
of this as his home? No, the Vatican and Rome had nothing to do with his
feeling of security. He seemed to recall once being told that �Home is where
the heart is�. The thought made Gabriel smile.

Carl had leaned into the familiar palm,
closing his eyes and breathing deeply througs nos nose. Now he had opened them
again and was looked at Gabriel, questioning. �What are you smiling about?�

�I missed you,� Gabriel whispered, letting
the hand glide back and entwined his fingers in the friar�s soft hair.

Carl swallowed visibly, blinking slowly and
moving closer to Van Helsing while tilting his head up. �I missed you more,� he
remarked.

Gabriel debated whether to roll his eyes or
not. But then again, he really felt that he needed to take advantage of this
situation. He had been on the road for five months after all. �You�re such a
childish little monk.�

Before Carl had a chance to correct him
with the usual �just a friar�, Gabriel leaned down and covered Carl�s mouth
with his own. Any protests were successfully silenced, and all Carl did was
moan when Gabriel kissed the younger man.

Carl�s tongue was another exquisite part of
his body. It was soft and agile, like his hands, and it never failed to amaze
Gabriel how well Carl could use that tongue. As he kissed his lover hungrily,
he let the hand that wasn�t busy cradling Carl�s head, travel up to play with
the fastenings of the friar�s robes. The first times he�d tried getting them
off had been down right embarrassing, but lots of practice had taught Gabriel
just the right technique. Without the outer-cloak it was easier. The fastenings
were hidden on the inside of the collar and quite simple to open, really.

It was obvious that whoever designed friar
robes wasn�t interested in making them easy to remove.

�Gabriel!�

Gabriel hummed softly, nibbling on Carl�s
now exposed neck and shoulder. Casually he pushed Carl�s robes out of the way,
and then off completely. Like usual, the friar wore nothing beneath. Too hot in
the lab, he claimed.

�Gabriel...� The protest was less voiced
than before, and Gabriel was pleased to discover that Carl�s fingers were
tangling in his hair and pulling him closer, rather than pushing him off.
�We�re in the frigging lab.�

Gabriel sighed and pulled back to give Carl
a feeble glare, �You really shouldn�t curse,� he said, brushing a teasing hand
over one of Carl�s hardening nipples. Carl opened his mouth, but Gabriel
stepped closer and kissed him again. He was tired of talking.

It felt wonderful, the familiar skin under
his palms. The familiar reactions to his careful ministrations. He greedily
swallowed each and every one of Carl�s moans, as he allowed his hands to caress
the friar�s upper body. He pinched the pink nipples, and then rolled them
carefully between his thumbs and index fingers. Carl arched into the touch, his
hands clutching the front of Gabriel�s shirt. It occurred to the hunter that he
himself hadn�t even taken off his coat, yet Carl was wearing nothing but his shoes.
No, he�d toed those off, Gabriel confirmed when glancing down.

Carl seemed to have grown conscious of this
too, and with a swift movement the hunter�s coat was on the floor. Gabriel
growled deep in his throat, pinching Carl�s right nipple a bit too hard. Carl
only groaned. �That is leather, you know,� Gabriel muttered against his lover�s
mouth.

�US>�Fuck that.�

Gabriel smiled, �Carl, language please.�

The friar snorted and pulled Gabriel into
another kiss.

Carl was beautiful, Gabriel decided. Not only
his face, his body too. Not overly muscled, but not too thin and gangly either.
Lean and fit. He wasn�t that much shorter than Gabriel, just the perfect height
for kissing. His chest and stomach was covered in light blond hair, not nearly
as much as Gabriel either. Nice legs, and adorable feet, something Gabriel
found rather amusing.

And then there was Gabriel�s favorite part
of Carl�s body. Well, maybe not his favorite, but a very treasured part indeed.
Carl�s cock. It was, for a lack of a better word, perfect. Not to (too) short,
long, thin or thick, but absolutely perfect. It pulsed as Gabriel wrapped his
hand around it, and Carl moaned, breaking their kiss and leaning his forehead
against Gabriel�s shoulder. With a knowing smile, Gabriel gently stroked Carl�s
length, enjoying the sound of pleasure his friend made. �Oh please, Gabriel...�

�Please what?� the hunter asked teasingly,
giving Carl�s cock a good tug.

The friar groaned, tilting his head so that
he could lick the side of Gabriel�s neck, �Anything. Just something.�

The hunter wasn�t afraid to comply. He
immediately dropped to his knees, seized a hold of Carl�s hip to keep him still
and leaned forward to give the head a gentle lick. Carl practically squeaked,
and knocked something off the workbench. Gabriel smiled wickedly and repeated
the gesture. This time Carl managed to only whimper. On the underside of Carl�s
cock ran a thin vein that stood out in color from the rest of the flesh.
Gabriel had always enjoyed slowly letting his tongue follow it from root to
tip. Carl threw his head back and shivered. Gabriel decided that Carl�s
knuckles were also rather nice, gripping the edge of the counter like this,
white from the pressure.

Gabriel set to work. With expertise he
sucked, nibbled and licked hundreds of different moans out of Carl, from the
repressed whimper-like to the long heartfelt ones. Gradually Gabriel got his
throat muscles warmed up, and he began taking more of Carl into his mouth. He
released the friar�s hip with one hand, and brought it up to cup Carl�s soft
sack, gently massaging. A repressed moan from above. Gabriel hummed contently,
and Carl�s breathing quickened.

Gabriel looked up with a wicked gleam in
hies, es, meeting Carl�s gaze. He
released his lover�s balls and let his hand wander further back. He let a
finger circle the friar�s entrance, ant then pressed the tip in.

Carl came surprisingly soundless, holding onto the worktable as if
his life depended on it. Gabriel smirked smugly, swallowed, and then devoted a
minute to licking Carl�s cock completely clean. He pressed a sweet kiss to the
friar�s stomach, right bellow the navel. Carl slumped back on the table,
exhausted, muttering strings of random curse words and prayers, and when
Gabriel got to his feet he threw his arms around his neck, giving him a rather
sloppy kiss, �Thank you.�

Gabriel smirked again. �My pleasure. Well,
not yet actually...�

The friar grinned mischievously, and was
reaching for Gabriel�s shirt when there was a hard rap on the door. �Carl? Are you
in there? Friarn nen needs your help with the new crossbow.�

Gabriel rolled his eyes and groaned loudly,
as Carl immediately jumped away from him, a panicky look on his face, �I-I-I�ll
be right there,� he yelled back, voice squeaky.

�That�s just immoral, Carl,� Gabriel
remarked, as Carl pulled his robes back on. �Leaving a man in this condition.�

Carl looked over at him, and frowned.
�You�ve got a little...eh...� He went over and kissed Gabriel a bit to the
right of his mouth, �Me... And don�t fret Van Helsing, it won�t take long.� The
friar winked, �You can wait in my chambers, and I�ll be right up as soon as I�m
done.�

�Better be before dawn,� Gabriel warned
him.

Again Carl grinned, reaching over and
gently squeezing Gabriel�s hardness through his trousers. �I promise. Keep it
hard for me, will you?� The friar turned on his heel and strode out the room,
leaving Gabriel standing alone in the small room.

�Bloody tease,� he muttered, picking up his
coat from the floor, and walking in direction of Carl�s room.

The End
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