Black Cat Fan Fiction ❯ A Different Fate ❯ Confessions ( Chapter 13 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

this took so long, my editor had some computer problems. BUT IT WAS ALL WORTH THE WAIT! You’ll see. This is the chapter I’m sure most of you have been waiting for.


Warning: This chapter contains major yaoi scenes. You have been warned. No complaints from those who don’t want to see it!


Another BIG thanks to Irene for all her help. This was my first time EVER writing ANYTHING like this, and she helped organize my thoughts a lot and added in some things that’ll help me out with future ideas. Thank you!


Disclaimer: I do not own Black Cat


A loud thump caught Train’s attention, as he turn around only to see Creed lying on the floor, mumbling curses while trying to catch his breath. Hurrying over to the fallen man, Train lifted him up by his arms gently, as Creed reached up and pressed his hands against Train’s chest for support. The silver-haired man smiled slightly thinking. Well, it’s not just for support but…also for another chance to touch him.


Steadying his legs and letting his lungs catch up with him, Creed looked up to his beloved and smiled thankfully. Train returned the smile and slowly helped him walk over to the nearest chair in the training room. While Creed had sustained no injuries on his legs, his lungs had taken quite a beating, not to mention he hadn’t been walking for such a long time, his muscles were weak. It was hard to do any type of physical activity without the pain in his chest returning or his muscles giving out, especially since his rib cage had only recently mended itself back together, which all affected his breathing dramatically. So as in incidents like this, when his body had overtaxed itself and his lungs couldn’t keep up, becoming short of breath, his recovering body had simply fallen out from underneath him.


Another two weeks had passed since the man had awoken from his coma, and Creed’s body was gradually recovering. Thanks to the swordsman’s resilience and the power of Tao in his system, most of the broken bones had all but mended back together, and the other wounds were almost completely healed.


However, his body was still getting over the trauma it had endured and was giving him many problems to overcome. In order to do this, he needed to slowly rehabilitate his body back into working order, to get over any lingering pain, and to make sure his muscles and organs functioned properly again. Creed’s head and shattered hand were the things that saw the least amount of improvement, which was bad news, since it was the very hand Creed needed for his sword and the frequent headaches he experienced often put him off balance. While he did learn to use his other hand, he still tried to exercise his injured hand as well, helping it to heal faster.


After setting Creed in the chair, Train stood and looked down at him. “I can’t take my eyes off you for a second, can I?”


Creed looked away stubbornly, “I just wanna get better as soon as possible.”


Train turned Creed’s head to face him, “There’s no need to rush, Creed. I’m here for you. I want to help, so don’t push yourself.”


Creed could only sigh dreamily at his partner’s touch to his face. The whole time he had been recovering, Train had stood next to him, helping him take every painful step. Whenever Creed fell, Train was the one to pick him up. Whenever a headache hit Creed like a Mack truck on the highway, Train was the one with the aspirin. Train also still slept in the same room with him, in the same spot he had when Creed was in his coma. Though he would much rather have Train actually sleep in his bed with him, having him sleep anywhere near, worked fine.


However, he didn’t want his cat overtaxing himself for his sake. “Train, I just didn’t want you to–”


“Oh shut up, Creed. This is my choice, and I going to help you. I thought giving you my blood was proof of that.” Train interrupted as he let go of Creed.


Creed’s heart skipped a beat at that thought. When he had found out about the blood transfusion Train had given him and how it had saved his life; he had all but become ecstatic. Train’s blood was now his blood. Their blood had merged, and in Creed’s world, that was like their souls becoming one. He knew his blood was extremely rare, and for Train to have another extremely rare type that just happened to mix with his, was further proof that they were kindred spirits. That of all their teammates (past and present), only Train’s blood was compatible to his, made their link even more special. It was another commonality they shared, as well as a symbol of their partnership.


Creed put a hand to his wrist and concentrated on the pulse, which practically screamed his partner’s name. Their pulse had become one, beating at the same time, flowing through the same veins. It was to his delight that the blood cells had mixed together to the point, that it would be utterly useless to try to tell apart, which were his and which were Train’s. He and Train had bonded in a way that could not be broken. Listening to his heart pump his blood through his veins had become a comfort to him. I’ll never let a drop spill again. He smiled, nodding at his Cat, which turned out to be a bad idea, since the motion caused pain to shoot through his temples.


Seeing Creed flinch in pain, Train placed his hand on the swordsman’s forehead. Creed had been getting a lot of fevers lately, as well as increasing headaches. One time he slept all day from a fever, and Doctor thought he might slip back into his coma. That statement had almost given Train a heart attack…


Removing his hand from Creed’s forehead to his cheek, Train frowned slightly. “You looked flushed. Maybe we should call it quits for today so you can rest.”


The redness of Creed’s skin was actually being caused by effect of Train’s touch. If it wasn’t for the headache, he would have thrown himself at Train, not caring of the consequences.


Train looked down at Creed’s injured hand. Though the bandages were not as thick as before, they were still there, just to make sure the Tao healed the bones correctly and no infection came while the wound was healing. Not to mention, making it so Creed would be more comfortable.


“How’s your hand?” Train asked, still eyeing the bound appendage.


Creed had to blink in order to get himself out of his daze, before looking at his hand as well. “I think it’s getting better.”


He tested his theory by flexing his fingers. The pain was less than it had been a couple days ago, so he attempted to make a fist. Unfortunately, his test backfired, as his hand began to shake and contort in pain. Clutching his wrist, he groaned loudly in distress.


His love grasped his hand lightly at the distressful sound. He began to gently knead the palm, lightly massaging all the muscles, tendons and bones. The feeling of Train’s fingers against his hand felt so good, Creed nearly moaned in pleasure. After the palm was relaxed, Train moved his massage to his partner’s fingers, unraveling them back into the correct position. As his finger tips grazed across Creed’s and worked tenderly against them, Creed really did moan. Train flipped the pale hand over and rubbed the back of it with his palm in a circular motion, completely erasing the pain, and replacing it with relaxed bliss.


Noticing Creed’s eyes we closed, Train chuckled, “Better?”


“Mhmm…” Creed replied as he gloried in the movement of Train’s fingers.


The Black Cat smiled and softly placed the man’s hand back down. Creed frowned as the session ended and opened his eyes to Train’s golden ones shining into his. The look Train gave him caused Creed’s heart to race again, and also for him to smile adoringly. He’s been giving me that look a lot lately.


Still staring into Train’s eyes, Creed asked, “What next?”


Train frowned, “I think you should call it a day. You felt a little warm, and you should give your hand a rest, it’s probably totally worn out.”


“My hand is fine now and I’m not warm anymore. See?”


He grasped Train’s hand and put it to his forehead once more. This time, he forced the warm feeling to leave him, making his temperature normal. The headache left him at once at Train’s touch.


His beloved still looked unconvinced. “Just take a break. I think you fell earlier because you overtaxed yourself.”


Creed sighed, only to wince at the pain the action caused. Train saw this, and helped his partner stand, one hand under his arm and the other around his back. As the gunman guided the swordsman to the door, Creed started to laugh. With each step, he laughed a little harder, until Train had to actually stop and hold him upright so he wouldn’t keel over.


Looking down at Creed, Train cocked a confused eyebrow. “What’s so funny?”


Creed calmed down a bit, mainly so he wouldn’t make his chest hurt more than it already did, as he leaned back on Train’s shoulder. “Don’t you find this ironic, Train? We’re in reverse positions.”


As Train’s puzzled look remained, Creed continued, “You’re the one telling me to take a break. You’re the one obsessing over my wounds. And you’re the one nursing me back to health. That‘s usually my job.” He glanced up at his Cat, “I’m even complaining like you usually do.”


The brunette smiled at the thought. Creed was right; Train was now being the one with the mothering persona. The thing was…he couldn’t help it. He felt responsible for the man.


Creed had been more than willing to sacrifice himself for Train’s sake and goal, and he had proven that fact beyond measure. And now his partner was suffering for his own error in judgment. He’s hurting ‘cause of me. How could I put him through something like that, after everything he’s done for me?


It wasn’t just Train’s guilty conscious guiding him. He also didn’t like seeing Creed hurt. That was a reason he stayed in the room with him at night. Though Creed always said he was fine and Train could go to his room, he always heard the hint of sadness and regret in the pale man’s voice at the idea. His friend didn’t like that Train was sleeping on a recliner and even offered him his bed, but Train always refused. Creed needs the bed, I’m not about to kick him out of it.


The idea of sleeping in the bed with Creed had occurred to Train, but he always brushed the thought aside, knowing even if Creed accepted the offer, he might wind up hurting him somehow in his sleep. Train was woken up enough during the night by Creed’s painful moans due to moving a little too hard over an injured area of his body. Practically every hour of the night, he had to push Creed back in a position that was more comfortable. But, it didn’t bother Train. He wanted to make sure Creed was comfortable. But even after all this, his guilty conscience always came back to haunt him. He’d often wanted to ask if Creed felt any differently towards him, after what had happened that day, and he hoped against hope that the answer would be in his favor.


He wasn’t even sure why the thought kept popping into his head or why it was so pressing. Train had found himself wanting to ask, hoping for a solid response. He even almost let it slip out once, but was able to recover himself before any suspicions were drawn. However, it was little by little, eating away at his soul…


Train laughed as well as he adjusted Creed on his shoulder before exiting the room. “Well, now you know how I feel.”


He started making his way down the stairs with Creed. Holding onto the pale man’s hand, he stood in front of him. Though Creed was probably well enough by now to make his way down the stairs alone, Train didn’t want to take the risk of him falling.


It was a good thing Train made the decision to walk in front because the man failed in his footing. Still holding tightly to the swordsman’s uninjured hand, Creed fell forward, but was caught by Train in the knick of time. Their hands that were locked were placed behind Train’s back, wrapping Creed’s arm around him while Train’s other hand coiled around his waist. Creed’s injured hand had slid itself through his partner’s arm and gripped across to his opposite shoulder, pressing their chests together.


Creed looked up, straight into Train’s face. The two could feel the heat of each other’s breath brushing against skin. Their hearts raced loudly together, as time seemed to freeze around them. A familiar warm feeling grew at the same fast pace within both their bodies as they looked into each others eyes. The two partners stayed like that, for what felt like hours, until Train finally looked away, his face as red as a tomato. He could still feel Creed’s breath against his neck, giving him goose bumps. What is with this feeling? Why is this happening to me?


The Black Cat forced himself to breathe properly before speaking, although his voice was slightly shaky. “Y-you really should have gotten an elevator or something. These stairs can be tricky to walk down even in perfect health.”


Creed was fighting hard not to wrap his arms closer around Train, before attacking the man’s luscious lips. Unlike Train, he couldn’t make words. He had wanted to be this close to him so much for a long time, and it was hard not acting on his years of yearning. All his energy had to be focused on not ravishing Train right now. Finally, after several long seconds, Creed was able to make some noise of confirmation. Not that anyone could really tell it was an affirmative sound.


Rather regretfully for both men, Train released Creed after making sure he was steady on the step he missed, before grasping his hand once more. The rest of their descent was quiet, spent by both trying to lower their body temperature. The fact they were still holding hands was not helping, and the idea of keeping their mouths shut seemed good.


As they reached the bottom, Train had to let go of his hand, because his heart was beating so strong, he thought it was making his whole body shake and he didn’t want Creed to know about it.


Why the hell is this happening to me? This feeling has gotten so much stronger, but I can’t explain it. Especially after Creed got hurt, this feeling just started coming over me more and more; particularly when I’m around him. It’s a strange feeling I can’t remember ever experiencing before. Then again, it’s not like I want it to stop. Another reason I’ve seen spending so much more time with Creed is because I don’t want these feelings to go away. They seem to make me…happy.


He then mentally chastised himself severely. He didn’t deserve to be happy, not after what his partner had been through. Yet, even then, he couldn’t deny the existence of the sensations. I don’t know what it is–hopefully I’m not getting sick or anything. I mean, who would take care of annoying Creed then?


“Train?” Creed’s voice entered his head, throwing him back into reality for a moment. Train’s heart abruptly skipped a beat, as Creed’s crystal eyes looked into his golden ones. “Are you all right?”


Train smiled and nodded, “I’m fine, Creed. We should eat. Lunch should be ready by now.”


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A nother two weeks passed and Creed was feeling well enough to convince Train to have a training session with him. Although Train had fun practicing with Creed, he was still hesitant, since he didn’t want to take the risk of giving Creed a relapse. However, his guilt also compelled him to grant his friend’s request, in order to give him a chance to build up his fighting skills again.


“You sure about this?” Train asked as he placed a hand on Hades.


Creed rolled his eyes, “I think I’ve graduated past the cardboard cutouts, Train. You’ve seen me recover fully. I’m ready.”


Train sighed, “Alright, but if you show signs of getting worse, I’m stopping.”


Creed nodded and took out his Imagine Blade, as Train took out Hades. A bullet flying through the air and towards Creed was cut off by the invisible blade. He decided he would only use Level One of his sword, because Train would freak out about him overexerting himself if he used Level Two.


Train shot another bullet at him. Dodging instead of slicing, Creed leapt to the ceiling, hanging off the chandelier. Creed started to notice how the unnecessary object was starting to rock back and forth, courtesy of Train. The swordsman jumped from his spot as it moved over towards a wall and clung to it. He ran down at Train who flipped into the air and over him, just before Creed could strike. Train stopped in midair, facing downward at Creed and shot a round at his hand holding the Imagine Blade.


Creed rolled his eyes. He’s going easy on me, I can tell. There really isn’t a reason he should, I haven’t had a headache in weeks. Pushing the thought aside, Creed sliced through the bullets that were aimed at him, then was forced to dodge as Train crept up behind him, attempting to sweep under his feet.


Creed sighed as he landed. “Train, stop going easy on me. I’m better.”


Train gave him a stubborn look, “Sorry, but I’m still not too comfortable with that theory. Besides, I’m not going easy on you.”


He shot two more bullets at Creed, who hurtled over them and ran towards Train. He made a quick slash through the air, which Train dodge expertly. After several training sessions with Creed, he was able to figure out how to detect where the blade was. Now his partner could slash where he wanted and Train would be able to avoid it.


Train did a twirling flip in the air as Creed slashed again. He landed on one hand and slid in the direction of Creed, aiming for his feet once more. He really just wanted to get Creed pinned without having to actually hurt him. I still don’t feel comfortable fighting him when he just recovered.


Creed leapt into the air and sighed once more. “When are you gonna get serious? I really am feeling better.”


Train heaved a sigh; his heart just wouldn’t let him get serious, feeling a responsibility towards Creed. Now the guilt was also telling him to give Creed a break. Maybe it was time, for him to give the guy a break. “You really want me to get serious? All right then, you asked for it.”


He ran at Creed, shooting Hades repetitively. The rapid shots distracted Creed enough to give Train the chance to jump in the air and dive at him. Creed used the Imagine Blade to block Train, but the move was found useless, as Train was able to kick it out of his hand and to the floor, pinning Creed against the wall. My hand is out of practice, he normally wouldn’t be able to disarm me that easily.


Creed went to dive for his blade, but was stopped by Train’s hand next to his head. He looked over to see his Cat looking into his face. Then he felt the cold barrel of Hades on the other side of his head.


Smiling wickedly, Train said, “Bang.”


Creed smiled at him breathlessly, an adventurous twinkle in his sky-blue eyes. “Well, I asked for it. But it was a good challenge, thank you Train.”


When Train saw the look in Creed’s eyes, he suddenly felt his heart begin to beat faster. That look of complete admiration and gratitude had always been there, but this time…it seemed to send Train’s chest on fire. The two of them…they were so close. Train could feel the warmth of Creed’s breath…


A strange feeling was coming over him; he was starting to loose control of his emotions as he gazed profoundly into those infinite crystal sapphire eyes. They seemed to sparkle at him, as if telling him to do something–as if begging him to make some kind of move. His heart seemed to beat out of his chest. What the heck is wrong with me?


Creed saw Train begin to get flush and shake a little, and his first thought was that maybe he was getting a fever or becoming delusional. Trying to control himself while being in this close proximity to his beloved, was more of a strain now then ever, and it took his toll on his body. There were many times he had to hide headaches from his partner, which were caused by him trying to keep a tight lid on his emotions. But this time, it may be just him but…he didn’t think he was imagining this time. As he felt the unending torture of being face-to-face with his Cat, sweat beginning to pour from his breathless body. Train…why are you so close, yet seem so far out of reach?


Train’s eyes moved from Creed’s azure orbs, to the man’s mouth instead. His lips suddenly looked so soft and warm, and he was unexpectedly thinking of how they would feel, against his own. He could feel his throat going dry as he continued to stare, not even questioning why Creed wasn’t reacting negatively against his prying eyes. He so wanted to reach out to the man’s inviting lips, but the last shreds of resistance in his heart and his brain stopped him in his tracks.


Breathlessly, he turned away from his partner, trying to conquer these shameful desires. Here I am, thinking these thoughts, and he’s probably still sore and tired, wondering what the hell is wrong with me. I can’t believe this, how could I even think about doing such a thing? And even if I allow him, he’s doubtlessly still angry at me for almost causing his death. A sin I can never fully atone for…


He didn’t know it, but the same wanting feelings that were washing over him, were practically drowning the silver-haired male standing before to him. His point of control was at the very edge of the breaking point, his breath was becoming drastically short, and it had nothing to do with his medical condition. Then he watched Train turn away from him, taking away those beautiful eyes…and those torturous lips…


That was the straw the broke the camel’s back–or the swordsman’s, whichever.


Train tried to say something that would break the heavy tension in the room, but to no avail. “Um…I-I should…um, we…should go and…do…something…”


“Train… ;” Creed’s voice interrupted him.


The gunman heard his partner call his name, but he was afraid to confront him in this condition. What could he possibly say that could explain his behavior, when even he didn’t understand it himself?


Suddenly, a soft, lithe hand took light hold of his chin, slowly turning him around to face the man whose gaze he dreaded, yet suddenly desired more than anything. To his surprise, Creed was looking at him with eyes of complete and utter veneration and tenderness–before slowly lowering his silver head, and capturing his lips, with the most delicate and impassioned kiss he had ever felt. Not to mention the only one…


When Creed made contact with his soft skin, Train’s eyes widened and he gasped quietly, trying hard to believe this was really happening. Did Creed read my thoughts? Is he making fun of me?


But then, he didn’t really care. At first he was shocked and could do nothing, what the hell was he supposed to do? He had never kissed anyone like this; he had never had a desire to. Even with Saya, he had never experienced this longing before. He was a complete novice in this area, but even that couldn’t stop his actions. His instinct always commanded his actions anyway…


Creed was in total bliss. Even if it was a dream, the man didn’t care; he would act as if it were real. The swordsman closed his eyes, and pressed into Train’s face, enjoying the total warmth and the gentleness that was what only Train could offer. The kiss was light, closed lips which was not nearly enough for Creed. He opened his mouth slightly and traced Train’s lips with his tongue, licking every inch of them that he could, tasting and feeling the softness of them.


Train wasn’t sure of what to do, faced with this new intimate contact. So he simply kept his mouth shut, and let Creed do as he wished. But the simple feel of his mouth was incredible! The mere touch of the sliver-haired fighter’s lips against his was an enthralling, alluring taste of cool mint, and the firm hold of his hands against his face was enough to efficiently and effortlessly make his heart race.


“Mmm…” Creed moaned ecstatically. He had been waiting for a moment like this for years. He couldn’t believe this was actually happening. He was still trying to convince himself that this wasn’t just a dream, that this was real. This was the real Train he tasted, the real Train he was holding, and the real Train that tasted him.


He tightened his hold around Train’s face, trying to make the kiss deeper. When suddenly, the brunette pulled back and looked at Creed frightened. Train trembled slightly, backing away. Creed frowned at the abrupt halt, as he looked at Train curiously.


His Cat looked as if something painful was occurring within him, like there was an inner turmoil that was making a mess of his insides. Train gazed at his hands, before touching his own lips lightly with his fingers, as if not comprehending what had just happened.


Creed looked at his love and asked pleadingly, “What’s wrong, Train?”


Creed’s voice seemed to jog Train back into reality, as he ran from the room with that same look on his face. Creed watched him go sadly, slightly regretting his actions. Why did he stop? Was I too forward? Did I scare him? Or maybe he didn’t like it as much as I did…


He sighed painfully; a dam had broken on the inside of him. He just had a taste of Train, and this time, it wasn’t a dream. His heart wasn’t allowing him to hold back his emotions anymore. If Train didn’t like what just happened, he would have to talk to him and explain his feelings. And if Train didn’t want anything to do with him, then he would respect his wishes…no matter if it caused his heart to shatter in a billion pieces…


But first–


Another thought came to him, Oh God! What if he’s actually sick?! He’s been spending so much time taking care of me; he’s neglected his own health! If anything happened to his Cat, because of him…


He hurriedly walked out of the room after his beloved.


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Trai n ran into his room and slammed the door shut. He leaned against it while breathing heavily from the mad dash he made away from Creed, but also from the scene that just took place. Taking off his holster and his coat, he threw them unceremoniously, along with Hades, into a nearby chair. Kicking off his shoes and socks in anger; he threw his fist hard against the wall.


What the hell was I thinking?! That must’ve freaked Creed out. I’m freaked out; I don’t understand this feeling inside me.


Walking over to the window, he opened it to allow some cool air in to lower the heat welling inside him, but was too weak to actually go out onto the roof–which Creed had made available to him in every hideout he took.


Sitting on the two person seat located in front of the window, he placed his head in his hands. He was so confused. He couldn’t make sense out of his emotions. He was just training with Creed then all the sudden; he wants to kiss the man? Creed was just a friend and partner, nothing more.


Creed had been the one to actually kiss him, but he knew the man did whatever it took to make Train feel comfortable in a situation, even if it was unpleasant for himself. The near-death beating he took, in order to protect him in the Chronos attack, was proof enough of that. He must have been trying to indulge me; he didn’t mean it.


He felt tremendous guilt at the thought of doing anything, which would make his friend ill at ease, just for a moment of pleasure, concerning feelings he couldn’t understand, and a feeling of delight, he most certainly didn’t deserve. I shouldn’t allow myself to feel that way…but why did it feel so right? Why don’t I regret it?


He had been comparing Creed with Saya. Both were friends, he thought that’s what their relationship was like, just slightly different. It’s those differences that make me feel another way about him. I can’t explain it, but when I think about Creed versus Saya, I get a different feeling.


When thinking of Saya, his feelings were purely friendship; he knew that. When he saw Creed, that pleasant warming sensation would take hold of his body; a feeling he hadn’t felt with the female sweeper. When he saw Saya, it was more so he just wanted to chat and wasn’t bothered when she left. With Creed… he actually wanted to follow him when he walked away. Why is it so different if Creed is just my best friend?


For one thing, they each acted differently towards Train. Saya acted like a friend, through and through. He knew she saved his life, but he couldn’t picture her laying down her life to protect him. Creed protects me from everything, from trivial to life-threatening, and he’s always there for me. Even if I turned into some second-rate pansy or go on a killing spree, Creed would be standing right there, by my side, helping in any way he could.


Saya also wouldn’t start an entire group just to help him achieve his vengeance, let alone commandeer several large hideouts for him to stay in, and then go through the trouble of giving him the biggest room in the house and decorate it with things that personify his personality. Also added to the fact that she would never have a garden dedicated to him and give him flowers everyday…well, she was never into flowers and stuff like that anyway. But one of the last things he couldn’t picture Saya doing was accepting an ability that would make her practically inhuman, just so she could help Train. Yet…Creed had done all those things.


All that and more…


He also knew that scene on the roof when Train finally let out his grief for Saya’s death, would only be something Creed would do for him. Saya would let him cry, but she wouldn’t hold him the way Creed did. In fact, Train couldn’t even picture himself crying in front of Saya. Not that he wanted to cry period, and the last thing on his mind was having Creed be his makeshift pillow, but the man hadn’t minded having his shirt soaked in Train’s tears.


He didn’t know if he could have gone to Saya with those nightmares he had before, and she would have probably have playfully chastised him for it. Yes he valued Saya, she had shown him a whole new world he had never experienced, and he would never forget her for that. Creed had continued the job Saya had started, and went far beyond. He somehow replaced his hurt with happiness, and kept him from being swallowed by the loneliness once again.


He understood Train. He could predict Train’s movements as if they were his own which no one else had ever been able to do. He knew how to work with Train, how to work around his quirks. Not only that, he completely accepted his quirks and never did anything to change them. Train needed someone to slow him down so he didn’t get himself killed; someone who would check the other side of the candle before he leaped.


He and Saya were similar, but not nearly as similar as he and Creed were. He and Creed had seen death together, and narrowly escaped it as well. They’ve covered each others backs, even when Train was forced to do so. Back when Train didn’t care about Creed, his partner still covered his back and was still willing to take a bullet for him. And he’s never asked for anything in return. All he’s really wanted was for me to stay his partner.



“And maybe he doesn’t even want me to be that anymore…” The Black Cat said softly to himself. The disaster at the World Summit, had been going to far. There was only so far a friendship could go. Even Creed had to have his limits.


As if on cue, a familiar voice spoke from behind him. “Train?”


Oh no… Train groaned at the voice. As much as he enjoyed having Creed around, he really wasn’t the person he needed to see right now, while sorting out his feelings. Though, ironically, he’s the only one I can talk to about them.


He didn’t look up at Creed as the man walked up beside him. Making eye contact might entice another scene from before. But before he could say a word, the swordsman laid a hand desperately across his head, before picking up his arm and checking his pulse. “You’re warm, but I don’t think you have a fever. Your pulse is racing though; we should get you in bed as soon as possible.”


Train felt his cheeks go red at the contact, and also at the fact that his pulse had not calmed down any since the episode downstairs. “W-What are you talking about?”


Creed looked at him worriedly, “Train, why didn’t you tell me you didn’t feel well? You’ve been so worried about me; you forgot to take care of yourself. But–we’re going to rectify that right now. You’ve been my nursemaid all this time, now it’s my turn.”


Without waiting for an answer, Creed picked Train up solidly in his arms and carried him towards the gunman’s bed, which hadn’t been slept in since they had come to this place more than a month ago.


The constant touch was starting to fluster Train, and he tried to struggle away from the man, to no avail. “What are you doing, Creed? I’m not sick.”


The man dropped Train lightly on his bed and gave him a sideways look, as if saying he didn’t believe him. “You’re not?”


Train sat up and nodded, “Really, I-I feel fine.”


Creed sat down on the bed next to him, none of the worry seeming to leave his face anytime soon. “Don’t scare me like that. I thought you were sick and that I was the cause of it. That you had totally exhausted yourself, on my account.”


He could see the distressed look on Train’s face, and he felt his heart sink. I knew it; he didn’t want me to do it. “I wouldn’t have been so…brazen…if–I’m sorry Train.”


For some reason, hearing that apology made Train lose it. Creed had no right to apologize to him. “Stop it! Just stop it! Drop the façade already, and stop saying you’re sorry!”


Creed looked at him in surprise, “What do you mean, Train?”


“You keep saying it, even though you know you don’t mean it. Why can’t you…”


Train paused as his emotions began to get to out of hand; he then turned from his friend and instead looked out the open window. “I–I know you must hate me Creed, for putting you through all this pain, just because I had to be reckless, and I didn’t listen to you. The guilt’s been eating me up inside, and every time you smile at me, when you apologize, or when you give into my emotional…whims, it makes me feel worse and worse. Why can’t you just stop pretending, and–and just hate me already?”


For several seconds, there was no sound, no movement. Train let his head fall at Creed’s silence. So, he’s not even going to try to deny it–I thought as much. He must really blame me.


That’s when he suddenly felt the man’s arms envelop him and pull him close, so that he was pressed gently against his warm chest. His voice spoke lightly into his ear, “How did that idea ever enter your head? Train…I could never hate you. Even if you tried to kill me yourself, I still wouldn’t hate you. If I had to do it over again, I would risk it all again, I would die for you, Train. If I had known you were hurting all this time…”


Train sat frozen, not moving from the man’s embrace. “If you didn’t…then why did you…pretend downstairs? You…didn’t have to…if you didn’t want to.”


“Who said I was pretending?”


Train pulled back looked up at his friend angrily; ready to chastise him that now was not a time for jokes. However, the second he saw the swordsman’s face, he could see that it was no joke.


Creed slowly looked down at his love sadly. “And who says I didn’t want to? I did it of my own accord, because I wanted to. ”


Train jumped in Creed’s arms and looked up at him for a moment longer, before looking back out the window. Creed sighed sadly, “Train…I’ve wanted to…very badly. I’ve been waiting and wanting that and more, for a long time.”


Though he was still looking out the window, Creed could tell Train was listening intently. Summoning up all the courage in him, Creed took a deep breath and said in a very calm and sincere tone, “I love you, Train.”


His Cat turned in his arms and looked at him with startled eyes. Creed couldn’t completely decipher the look. There was the clear look of shock, but also a look of relief and anticipation. Well, at least he hasn’t pushed me away, that’s a good sign.


Feeling a little more confident, Creed smiled, “How have you not seen it? It’s not like I went out of my way to hide it. I’ve loved you since we were first partnered together in Chronos. It’s the only thing I’m grateful to them for. The day I met you, was the happiest day of my life.”


He stared into his beloved’s eyes as he spoke, reading every emotion that passed through them. “I know you don’t love me, Train. I know you only see me as your best friend. It’s fine with me, as long as you don’t leave me. If my being your friend is what gets you to stay, then I’ll happily play the role.”


Creed looked sad for a moment. “I can live without your love, but I can’t live without you. If you were to leave my side, I think I would die.” He paused and laughed, “Actually, I think I would just follow you, like I always have.”


There was a hint of amusement hidden in Train’s golden depths. He smiled at the look, and continued with his confession. “If you’re my best friend, Train, then I’m in love with my best friend and there’s nothing in the world I would trade it for. There’s nothing that can change my feelings. I’ve always loved you, Train, and I always will…no matter what.”


Train was completely silent, staring into Creed’s eyes with an emotion he couldn’t make out. He sighed sadly and he realized Train wasn’t going to speak. “If you want to be alone, I won’t deny you that. If you want to leave, I won’t force you to stay, but I won’t let you be alone. If you don’t want to talk to me however, that’s fine. I’ll keep my mouth shut and never bother you again. I’ll just be your guardian angel, who loves and worships you.”


He slowly let go, and stood, keeping his face turned away so Train couldn’t see the hurt within his eyes. “If you want me to remain as just a friend, that’s fine. I can live with that.”


Just as he turned to walk out the door, his beloved’s voice stopped him in his tracks.


“You mean, you still want me to stay…even after all I’ve put you though? That you can still…love me, after what happened?”


He looked down into Train’s cat-like eyes–the eyes that made him go crazy with desire–and almost fainted from the look in them; they were full of grief and longing he had never seen the like of, in his beloved Cat. He then almost gasped as he realized how deep, the self-reproach Train had held in his heart had gone.


Pulling the man up from the bed and back into his arms, Creed held him the closest he could without crushing the precious brunette. Taking his Cat’s chin gently in his hand, he lifted his face up, using his thumb to tenderly wipe away a small single tear in his beautiful, glassy golden eye.


“Have you been blaming yourself all this time? I told you, I could never hate you, no matter what you are, or what you’ve done. No one is at fault here. If anything, these injuries have only enhanced my love for you. If I have made your heart heavy, then take a knife and cut out mine, use it for your own. If you tell me to kill everyone here, I won’t rest till the job is done. If you tell me to save the world and carry it on my shoulders, I’ll do that too. I’ll be anything for you.”


He ran a light hand through his love’s hair, and looked straight into his eyes with a stalwart conviction. “I’ll do anything you say, just tell me. I’ll go anywhere you go; I’ll brave anything just to be by your side. I’ll do whatever I have to, in order to protect you. You’re very precious to me, never forget that! And never forget…I’ll always be here for you Train…for eternity and beyond.”

He watched happily, as his Cat’s body language changed, as if a huge load had just been lifted off his shoulders. His eyes lost their sorrow, and regained their fiery life. But this time, they weren’t the same as the swordsman was used to seeing–this time, they matched the ones Creed always gave Train.


Train spoke again, this time sounding like he was back to his normal self. “I don’t know how this happened, and it still seems kinda crazy. But I was never one to question what my heart and my instincts tell me, and I think it’s telling me–that I’m willing to be more than just friends, Creed.”


Before Creed could even smile, Train pulled him closer and fastened his lips on Creed’s, deciding to take initiative this time, starting the kiss himself. Creed felt himself respond automatically, taking control of the kiss and pulling his beloved close.


Train was shocked by the sudden intimacy of the contact and held tightly to Creed’s arm, his other hand reaching up to the back of his head. The passion between them was becoming swiftly overwhelming as Creed came up for air, smiling sensually at his love.


He couldn’t believe this was happening. Not only was he kissing the object of his desires, but his beloved actually loved him back. He had told Train that meeting him was the happiest moment of his life, but that was quickly beginning to change…


However, this was going too fast, and he wanted to savor the moment as long as possible. This would be the happiest night of Train’s life, as well as his own–he would make sure of that.


Leaning down over his love, he slowly kissed him along the neck, starting at the nape and working his way around. Small goose bumps raised themselves wherever his lips touched, followed by small shivers that went through his Cat’s body. He’s so easy to arouse. Well what did I expect? I am most certainly his first, which of course, is a fact I will treasure forever. Finding his love’s inexperience extremely cute, Creed decided he would rectify the situation to the best of his ability. He smiled inwardly at the fact that Train gave him his trust so completely, because he knew Creed would never betray it. And with that simple truth, nothing could have made him happier.


Train didn’t know what Creed was doing, but it was slowly raising emotions within him that he didn’t even know were there. Creed’s softly caressing fingers touched his skin, sending sparks down his spine. His hot lips were sending wonderful sensations throughout his body, as he lightly nibbled around his neck and down his chest, sucking lightly on the space between his collarbones.


That act affected him so much, that his legs began to falter and he would have most assuredly fallen to the floor, had not Creed’s arm securely caught him. But with a light laugh, the silver-haired man turned Train a little before letting him go again, the Cat landing gracefully in the center of the nearby bed.


Creed was on top of him in an instant, his lips crushingly on his own, placing light bites on the edge of his lower lip. When one of the bites became a little too violent, Train gasped lightly. Taking full advantage of the situation, Creed slipped his tongue into the hot confines of his mouth, searching and tasting where he wished. Train moaned slightly as the man sucked on his tongue, plundering the cavern of his mouth.


Train slowly put his arms around the man’s lean shoulders, and let his tongue interweave with Creed’s. Their kiss grew even rougher, and his tongue continued its wild dance with Creed’s. He never knew the man, who had stood by his side for so long, could taste so good. Without any effort, Creed easily kissed his breath away.


For a second, the assault let up and Creed lifted his head, a hungry and seductive look in his crystal eyes. He looks so beautiful… Train thought dreamily.


Train’s hand seemed to develop a life of its own, and came up to touch Creed’s silvery, platinum hair, letting his fingers curl through the soft tendrils and outline his slightly darker, yet natural highlights. The man had never gotten around to cutting it. His voice came out breathless, “You know…I kinda…like it like that.”


Creed smiled and ran his hand against the side of his beloved’s face. “I was going to cut it, but now I’ll always keep it this length.”


Feeling like he had taken a long enough break, he lowered himself back onto his beloved, kissing his luscious lips once again. His hand journeying down to his Cat’s chest, and across his stomach, he reached the shirt’s edge and slowly began to unbutton it, starting from the bottom, and working his away up.


While Creed held him in that embrace, Train let his own hand get lost within his glorious silver hair. His other hand went behind the man’s neck, holding him close, finding the intimate closeness rather enjoyable. Even more pleasurable sensations ran through his body than before, especially every time the tips of Creed’s fingers brushed against the soft skin of his torso.


As he watched Creed’s muscles flex as he moved, he began to get curious as to what they would actually feel like to his touch. Sliding his hand up his shirt and gliding them across the warm skin, he delighted in the shudder Creed let loose, as he delicately shifted over his toughened, lithe physique.


Purely by accident, Train passed his thumb across the hard piece of flesh, which called itself the man’s nipple. This simple action caused Creed to slacken in the kiss, as his body became weak with pleasure. He lifted up, looking at his love with those amazing topaz blue eyes, before running a caressing finger across the side of Train’s face. “You want to play my chaton noir? Alors jouons.”


Moving his hands from Train’s half undone shirt to his arms; he bent his head down and starting at his neck, sucked at its sensitive juncture with his shoulder, before nibbling down over his collarbone in order to dip his tongue into the sweet depression where it joined the other.


Creed’s actions aroused Train quite a bit as he moaned loudly and shook, gripping tightly at Creed’s chest where his hands still rested, while the rest of his body relaxed. How have I missed such sensations before? Such pleasures…Suddenly the last bit of restraint came up within his mind, despite the reassuring words Creed had whispered so lovingly to him.


Beneath Creed’s lips, Train was somehow able to take control of his hands. He slid them back out from under Creed’s shirt and took hold of his wrists, stopping them from their movement. Creed pulled back and looked at his love beseechingly, watching his beautiful one, who lay there, flushed and panting for breath. He began to worry that he’d gone too far and that Train didn’t want to continue.


Train had to catch his breath before saying anything. “I…I don’t…”


Creed felt panic rise within him at those simple words, but the panic soon turned into a revering smile and simple adoration, when he heard what his Cat said next.


“I don’t…deserve to feel like this, Creed. I don’t deserve…to be this happy.”


Creed looked at his love affectionately, before suddenly re-attaching himself to Train’s neck, and sucking on the spots he discovered were his weak points. He felt the last threads of Train’s resistance disappear as he weakly let go of the man’s wrists, and his mouth made a series of cute little whimpering moans. The area just below the right side of his jaw was the weakest he found, so he secured his lips there, licking the spot lightly with his tongue.


Train gasped sharply at the onslaught of sensations Creed was triggering within him. He felt the sleek, silver hair tickle his face, as he made his way up to his ear, planting little kisses along the way. He then felt Creed’s sultry voice whisper words so beautiful, so meaningful, Train thought he didn’t deserve to hear them.


“You’re much too modest, my dark Feline. But I love that about you…just like I love everything about you. You deserve more pleasure than I could ever give you…but don’t worry, I’ll try my best.”


Creed ran his fingers lovingly through his Angel’s soft brown hair, frowning a little as Train’s head twitched slightly when he kissed right his ear. Finding the action strange, Creed nibbled a little at the tip, and was interested when he heard Train chuckle quietly. He stopped his small biting motions, and moved his mouth to the area behind it, right where his jaw ended.


As he moved his lips against the soft skin, Train laughed a little louder. When he stopped for a moment, he watched as the laughter subsided. Creed’s sharp mind put together all the clues and smiled naughtily at the conclusion.


Making contact again, he sucked on that spot this time. As a result, Train laughed harder and started to move his head away, but Creed gripped it tightly and held him in place. Inwardly smiling, he scrapped his teeth across the spot, and heard Train’s laughter reach its limit, as his Cat tried to push Creed off him.


Oh no, my Kitten, you’re not going to get away from me that easily. Creed continued sucking there, sliding his tongue along the back of Train’s ear. Train started kicking and laughing uncontrollably as he tried to pry Creed away from that spot. However his grip was too tight, allowing him to torture Train further by nibbling at the area once again.


Soon sensing that Train had had enough, Creed stopped and chuckled as well. “That’s so cute, Train. I didn’t know you were ticklish.”


Train was fighting to catch his breath, “Neither did I; no one’s ever tried before. Don’t do it again.”


Creed smiled sinisterly before attacking the spot again. Train started laughing harder, trying his best to push Creed off. He even started rolling in an attempt to pull free, but Creed was planted solidly on top of him.


“Stop!” Train said between laughs, gasping for breath as Creed continued the onslaught.


The silver swordsman knew that his Kitten was really enjoying himself; he didn’t think he had ever heard his love laugh so much before. He chuckled and giggled continuously, and he couldn’t stop laughing until Creed finally stopped and pulled back, smiling as if he had just discovered a dirty secret.


“You are so adorable, and you don’t even know it, my black Kitten. Ti amo così tanto, il mio prezioso piccolo felino. Conoscete quello, non?”


To Creed’s surprise, Train answered back, if breathlessly, in perfect Italian. “Sì, penso che stia cominciando a vedere quello.”


Getting over the initial shock, the silver-haired man smiled. “Come to think of it, you understood me when I spoke French earlier, didn’t you? How come I didn’t know you could speak other languages?”


“I probably know just as many as you do. Don’t underestimate me Creed; I’m full of surprises.” His beloved answered with a smirk.


That last simple statement seemed to arouse Creed all the more, as he looked deeply into his Feline’s golden eyes, a spark of playful challenge in his own. “Then…I guess I’ll just have to search until I find them all, won’t I?”


With a sly grin, Creed finally undid the last button on Train’s shirt and ripped it open. Tearing the shirt off, Creed looked ravenously at his Cat’s well-built physique. And now he's mine… I want to look at him, feel him, and taste him everywhere. And that's precisely what I'll do now.


Pulling back and staring down at Train, who laid there practically incoherent with affection, his feelings of guilt totally erased as he panted with anticipation. The swordsman could only look at the man’s bronzed chest hungrily, in awe of his Kitten’s exposed, perfectly sculpted muscles that Creed had always longed to see, and longed even more to touch and taste.


Creed took his index finger and slid it down Train’s neck to his chest, tracing the outline, and every detail of the man’s body. His eyes followed the finger with a greedy look in them, barely able to contain himself. Train felt a warm chill pass through his body as he closed his eyes, leaning back at the touch.


The silver haired assassin then took both hands and ran them back up Train’s chest, savoring the feel of every strong muscle, the smoothness of his skin, the warmth given to his fingers, the quaking of Train’s breath and the shivers coursing through his body.
Since Creed already desperately wanted to know what the rest of Train tasted like, and he also wanted to keep his promise to show his beloved an entire new world of pleasure, he swiftly went to work.


Moving his lips to the spot just below Train’s neck between his collar bones, he heard his Cat moan, sending another quiver up his spine. He stayed there a moment, making sure he memorized the taste of that spot, as well as the moans associated with it. Creed kissed along to the right side of Train’s chest, reveling in the shakes of his Cat’s body.


Gazing at Train’s Chronos tattoo that lay permanently engraved over his left collarbone, he bent down to inspect the area, outlining the Roman numeral XIII with his tongue. The action seemed to send a tingling sensation through the Cat, making his breathing faster and the blood rush through his veins.


As Creed kissed and licked it once more, just to see and feel his love tremble, he sighed in amazement. “You taste even better than in my dreams.”


Somehow, between all the stirrings that were going through him, Train managed a chuckle. “So this is what you’ve been dreaming about?”


Train gripped the bed as Creed bit his tattoo lightly, before pulling back slightly, a light smirk on his lips. “Every night…”


He then happily latched himself back onto Train’s chest and continued where he left off. As Creed stayed attached to his chest, the Black Cat smiled. “Well, that answers a lot of unasked questions.”


He stayed there contently, feeling warm sensations running through him, as Creed caressed and kissed his body with simple finesse. It was more enjoyable than any dream he had ever had. Well, ever since Saya’s death, and even before, he had never had any good dreams anyway. He had never gotten close to anyone, and was always afraid to love–but who knew being loved could feel like this?


Like a bolt of lightning, a sharp flash of emotions interrupted his sweet thoughts, making his eyes snap open and his attention shifted to his left nipple. Creed…he was kissing it!


The man’s hair seemed to gleam like the mane of a silver stallion, as he ran his lips over rose-colored nub of flesh, making warm feelings rush over him. He could feel his body beginning to be clearly aroused by Creed’s touch, as the handsome man traced the circular outline with his tongue, before sucking lightly, causing small little whimpering noises to come from Train’s lips.


Finding that sound charming, Creed sucked harder, making Train’s grip tighter. He sucked on it further, harder and harder as Train’s panting became louder, before biting it softly. Train gasped sharply and trembled with pleasure, the reaction making Creed bite even harder, but not enough to hurt him.


The Black Cat cried out this time. “Oh, Creed…” He moaned through gritted teeth, causing Creed’s body to catch on fire. He would never get tired of hearing his name pass through Train’s lips.


Licking the hardened object once more, he moved to the other one, kissing his way across Train’s chest. He did the same treatment on that one, listening to Train’s gasps and moans as he sucked and licked it, then bit it gently. This time, Train’s body bucked in ecstasy, causing their groins to accidentally come into contact.


Creed gasped sharply from the sudden light friction, nearly collapsing on his love. At the last minute, he caught himself and fell next to Train’s body, trying to get control over himself. Didn’t know I was already this bad. Oh, I want him so badly! But he comes first. I must get a handle on myself, and–oh God! He smells so good!


He nuzzled himself next to his Kitten, enjoying to enchanting scent of his body. His Feline was resting from the onslaught of sensations that had just come on him. Creed could have watched him lay like that, looking so delicate yet so strong, for infinity. However, the night was young, and there was still much to do…


Train had lain still, trying to recover, when he harshly caught his breath as Creed’s hot lips connected once again. Wetting his already over-sensitized nipples with his tongue then blowing against them, the silver Stallion seemed to know exactly what to do to make him lose control. He merely went on and on and on, driving him wild and absolutely senseless. Once his nipple was completely hard, Creed bit it furiously, making Train yell noisily arching his back.


He continued biting there, grinding his teeth back and forth, trembling at the sounds his Kitten makes. He pulled back and blew on them once again, which caused Train to cry out and lay his arms up on the pillow.


Deciding that was enough for that part of Train, Creed continued his trip around his love’s body. His lips and tongue moved all the way down his chest, making it to the center of his stomach. He was determined to memorize every spot, every sound, making sure to note which spots had the best effect on Train.


While the Black Cat watched him, his body recuperated, enjoying the attention he was receiving from his Stallion. Wait–since when did I start taking ownership of Creed, much less give him a pet name? Oh well, maybe Creed won’t mind.


That’s when a crafty idea came to him, causing him to smile. Train looked down and slanted his lips. “It’s annoying…”


Creed stopped and pulled back, looking at Train confused. “What’s annoying?” He asked worriedly, wondering if he had done something wrong.


Train kept his eyes looking down, while his hand suddenly grasped Creed by the shoulder and flipped him around on the bed. His Cat landed on top of him, straddling his waist. Creed eyed Train in shock, but was also completely turned on by the motion. He could already feel himself getting hard, and Train hadn’t even done anything yet.


His love eyed him deviously, before hooking his fingers at the end of Creed’s shirt, beginning to lift it. “Your shirt–it’s bugging me. Take it off.”


Creed made no attempts to stop Train and instead, let him pull it over his head and toss it to the floor. Train smiled as he looked down at Creed, running both hands along his chest.


Creed shuddered and moaned softly as his Kitten’s finger tips grazed along his sensitive skin. Train chuckled at Creed’s reaction and leaned closer to his face, placing a hand on each side of his head. His lips brushed against Creed’s as he spoke, “It’s not fair, you know? My lips can work magic too.”


Creed quivered at the feel of Train’s sensuous, warm lips against his skin, accented by the cool breeze from the window. He whispered challengingly, “You are the best there is Train–for an amateur.”


Train raised an eyebrow and looked at his Stallion with intrigue. “‘Amateur’, huh? I’ll show you ‘amateur’.” He pressed his lips down passionately on Creed’s, who felt sparks ignite within him from the rapacious contact. Did I really say amateur? Well, what did I expect? He’s Train; he’s perfect. He can make the best out of any situation. However, I’m getting so worked up; I’m not going to be able to hold out for much longer. But I have to…for him.


Regrettably (or not), Creed violently bit at Train’s lip as he pulled back, surprising his Feline. Before the Cat could do anything however, Creed had spun him around on the bed so that he lay flat on the mattress once more.


He gave a sultry smile and brushed his lips against Train’s ear as he spoke, “I never doubted you had skills, Black Cat…and, don’t worry, they’ll develop more in time. But you’ve had your fun, now it’s my turn.”


Creed came nose to nose with his love, a look of wild desire in his eye. “Let me show you how it’s done…”


Train sat up playfully indignant as if to protest, but the man didn’t give him time, as he pushed him against the headboard straddling him, resting his legs on either side of his waist. The kiss he gave to him then, made Train’s seem like that of an elementary school crush. It was pure passion, raw emotion, and nothing short of utter yearning. Train immediately forgot Creed’s earlier provoking statements, the silver-haired lover filling up every one of his five senses.


As he made the kiss even deeper, the silver male leaned into Train’s body, as he suddenly felt Creed’s hips move against his own. He felt himself shudder against him, as the man pressed down between his legs with his pelvis again and again, grinding against him hard.
He pulled his lips away from Train’s and moved back towards his neck, wanting to hear his Kitten gasp and moan in pleasure at what he was doing to him. All the while he pushed more intensely in between his legs, watching as it brought all new feelings over his Cat, making him jolt and shake all over. To see Train like that, turned him on immensely.


Train couldn’t make heads or tails of what he was feeling now, as Creed’s lower body kept up its motions against his own, even seeming to grind harder (if that was even possible). But whatever it was, he liked it, every touch making his fingers dig into the mattress underneath him.


Creed inattentively pulled Train’s arm slightly, letting him slide from against the headboard and land softly against the pillow. He felt Creed’s mouth trail up to his face again, whispering tantalizingly in his ear. “I’m going to make you cry out, my dark Feline…I’m going to make you scream my name before the night is done. I will make you mine.”


Thoughts raced through Train’s head at his lover’s almost threatening words, but they had to fight for dominance against the tsunami of sensations he was facing. What is happening to me, I thought I was out of it before, but this is ridiculous…Oh God!


As his mouth did its succulent work against his neck, Creed’s hands had moved delicately along Train’s chest, against his abdomen, to the edge of his pants…and then beyond. His fingers gracefully trailed their tips between his legs, barely making contact. But that simple action, made Train lose all sense of reality. He simply lost all control over his body, and was prepared to accept any action Creed decided to do to him.


He could only lie against the pillows, stripped of his energy, calmly panting, as he felt Creed slowly unbuttoning and unzipping his pants, before sliding them off and throwing them to the floor. Train watched his partner unfocused, wondering what he thought as he looked upon him. He couldn’t believe he was this hard already.


Creed smiled seductively, before kissing him once again, lightly this time, and then traveling his lips down Train’s chin and to his neck.


Train breathed faster as Creed’s lips sucked his sensitive skin once more, and then tapered it off slowly, raising himself above him, kneeling over Train like a predator looking over the prey it had just cornered.


Creed still was having a hard time believing this was happening, that he would ever in reality, be able to love his beloved Cat like this. And the best part was, this wasn’t a dream and Train wasn’t pushing him away. This was all real…and Train was all his to do whatever he wanted with.


Train inhaled sharply in glorious torment, as Creed’s fingers pushed closer to his body, and he moved back and forth between his legs, the simple light cloth of his boxers that was the only thing separating them, hardly made any difference. With all the grace and finesse that made Creed Diskenth one of the best swordsmen in the world, the man slowly and torturously attacked his body, spreading his legs apart, giving him closer access, so he could feel more.


The Black Cat jolted and gritted his teeth as the hand kept up its stroking motions, touching where it hunted, and bearing down as hard as it wanted. The feeling was practically pure desire, and yet pure anguish, a mix of quickening emotions that destroyed every definition of the word he could think of. Train gripped the bed tightly, breathing heavily at Creed’s touch. Leaning his head back, he cried out as Creed gripped him a little tighter, then groaned in disappointment as he let go.


Creed stopped momentarily as he undid his own pants and slid them off, tossing them over his shoulder onto the growing mound of clothes on the ground. Before Train could even blink, the man was back over him, his glittering silver hair and sparkling sapphire eyes shining in the moonlight, gave him an almost transcendent look. However, the want in those azure orbs, told a different story.


Train cried out as Creed’s lower body suddenly pressed against his own, then even louder as Creed began to move back and forth. The friction was ten times stronger than before, the only thing blocking the two being thin fabric, which seemed to make it even more unbearable. Creed pushed even harder between Train’s legs with his pelvis, grinding faster, as Train tossed his body slightly as it arched up.


As Creed pressed even harder, Train squeezed his eyes closed, only to open them quickly as his Stallion suddenly capture his lips once again. Their kiss was as lustful as Creed’s grinding motions, each tasting the other fully as they did when everything began. His motions sped up, making Train want to close his eyes once again in ecstasy, but not allowing it. He wanted to gaze into the blue eyes that continued to make his heart beat fast inside his chest.


Creed’s hips continued to move back and forth, pushing harder and harder at a rapid pace, and they stayed that way for awhile, before Creed stopped abruptly and pulled back.


Before Train could get too upset from the sudden halt, he felt Creed’s fingers sliding around the rim of his boxers. The Black Cat’s heart began to beat even faster, if that was possible, as Creed smiled at him fervently. The sliver haired man’s caressing fingers suddenly became a death grip against the rim, as the last bit of clothing that covered his Feline’s body was suddenly snatched off, and thrown to the ground.


Creed had to stop himself from fainting. The beads of perspiration that formed across his Kitten’s body during the night, sparkled brilliantly in the light of the moon, creating a bright aura around him. Train glistened in the night light that was cast through the open window, as the small breeze ruffled his hair ever so slightly. The stars seemed to dance on his bare skin, creating their own little patterns along his chest and stomach, as if he were his own solar system. Nothing could compare to how glorious Train was. It was a sight Creed would never forget, no matter how long he lived. No words could ever match Train’s beauty.


He looked into the magnificent, golden eyes and felt weak from the look in them.


Somehow, after several moments, Train found his voice. He couldn’t hold back the excitement and anticipation it held as he spoke. “Well?”


Creed leaned forward; planting a soft kiss on his lips then trailed them down his chin. “Gorgeous…”


Train felt his face burn at Creed’s compliment. Listening intently, as his words continued as he planted kisses down his neck and to his chest.


“Exquisite… Sexy… Hot… All these things describe you, and yet…do not. Nothing can quite describe you, Train. Even ‘perfect’ is an imperfect word to use for your beauty.”


Each admiring word was spoken between kisses, as he made his way down Train’s chest and to his stomach. The kisses were soft and loving, planted gently as if caring for a child. Train was shaking uncontrollably when the man’s lips finally reached his waist. He stopped and continued kissing there, wanting to taste that as well.


“My beautiful, beautiful, Train.” He kissed along his hips, his mouth licking and sucking the sweet-tasting skin. “My glorious love. My flawless Feline. You are beyond perfect.”


Train had never heard such heartfelt endearments directed at him before. No one was ever able to touch his heart in such a way as Creed had. No one ever made him feel so special. Then again, Creed had done a lot of things for Train that no one else had done. Everything happening so far tonight was among them.


His hands slid down Train’s chest, slowly, memorizing once again the feel of every muscle. Train quivered as his partner’s fingers traveled down his chest and stomach, the warm hands being a contrast to the cool air that brushed against him. However, the cold air could do nothing to lessen the warmth taking over his body. The mixture of hot and cold was all Train could take, until the warm hands made its way down to his hips, and then to his thighs.


They both slid to his inner thighs, caressing them gently. Train moaned quietly as they moved closer and closer to his throbbing member, but still never touching it. He could feel himself getting unbelievably hard against Creed’s fingers as they traced the upper joints of his thighs. The gunman’s breath was getting faster and faster as one of his lover’s hands hovered over his length, the warmth exuding from it was too much for Train.


But even after all that torturous teasing; it still didn’t make full contact. Instead, Creed took his index finger and outlined its entire shape. He circled his finger around the head of his cock, making Train hiss and shake. Creed then trailed his finger slowly up the man’s hardened penis, moving it almost imperceptibly back and forth. Train groaned even louder and gritted his teeth, wanting to shout at Creed to get on with it already, but still enjoying the small caresses he was receiving now.


Creed’s other swift fingers accompanied his first, trailing up and down Train’s member as well. He moved his hand back and once, listening to his beloved as he swallows hard. He moved his hand again and could feel Train’s breath start to speed up. Finally, when he got to the hilt, he grasped it tightly, making his Cat cry out.


Creed smiled upon his cute little Kitten as he writhed under his hand. I love to hear the sounds that come from his mouth, every one of them is more beautiful than anything I could possibly play. I want to hear him again…


As he felt Creed stop the movement for a moment, Train moaned in misery from the sudden neglect, but took the time to catch his breath. That’s when his mind abruptly blacked out for a second, as he felt his lips on the sensitive tip of his hard member for the first time. He never imagined anything could feel that way.


The cry that left his throat was the most strident yet. Creed smiled with achievement, as he proceeded to lick every side of his member, tasting from the hilt to the head of its every angle. He moved up and down again, faster than he did with his hand, reveling in its taste.


“Aaaah…” Train gasped loudly. “Creed…”


Feeling his tongue constantly against him, caused Train to toss and turn, enjoying the wetness and the slight friction, and all the other many sensations that the man seemed to be able to cause, breathing fast and still begging for more.


As Creed made his way back up to the head, he kissed the tip. Wrapping his lips around it, he circled it once with his tongue collecting the moisture that had gathered there, grinning as he listened to his love’s loud gasp.


Creed gave a muffled laugh and removed his lips. “You want more, Train?”


Train nodded vivaciously, unable to control the wants of his body anymore. “Yees…”


Creed smiled, “Your wish is my command…”


He replaced his lips around Train’s head before completely taking him within his mouth, swallowing him whole. He began sucking gently, moving his head up and down the entire length slowly, savoring the flavor. The moment Creed’s hot mouth made contact with the rest of Train, he let loose a cry so loud he could have sworn the windows shook.


Train’s breathing got faster as Creed began to suck a little harder. His tongue swerved around Train’s cock which went in and out of his throat, gradually gaining speed.


His body gave off little strangled whimpers, wanting to thrust deeper into his hot mouth. He sucked even harder, making him yelp keenly. He looked down at Creed, seeing that fair head curved so elegantly over his hard length, the long strands of his shining hair pooling across his thighs and stomach like a curtain, but not quite obscuring the actions of his beautiful lips. As if sensing his admiration, Creed sucked even harder, faster, causing wave after wave of pleasure to pass through Train’s entire body.


As Creed’s fingers sought to caress his skin, the burning sensation only increased. Train cried out again and put both his hands on the top of Creed’s head, entangling his fingers in the silver locks, arching his back and squeezing his eyes tight. His head was dipping between Train’s legs faster as the Cat spread them apart, allowing Creed more room to work.


“Oh God, Creed!” He shouted as his voice broke in pleasure.


Creed stopped only long enough to voice a question, “Are you enjoying yourself, Train?”


Train nodded uncontrollably as another wave of pleasure swept through him. He shoved Creed’s mouth back toward his hard length.


Creed did as his Feline wished, and wrapped his mouth around Train’s length and swallowed it once more. As he sped up further, he gently let his teeth scrape across the delicate skin, eliciting another loud hiss from Train. Black and red points danced in front of Train’s eyes as he felt his teeth against the so soft skin of his sex, and even the last link to sensibility broke down. He kept going, sucking harder and harder as he sensed Train nearing his limit.


He glanced up and saw Train with his back arched, his body thrashing, and his hands placed on his head his finger seeming to grasp for life itself. His Cat bent forward and cried out his name again. Creed got goose bumps all over when he heard Train shout his name. His Kitten gave one last, ironically almost catlike cry, trying almost impossibly to get out how this felt.


“CREED!”


With one last twitch, Train felt himself explode into Creed’s mouth, before falling back on the bed, his limbs sprawled out, panting heavily, all his energy spent. His chest was rising and falling rapidly, as he tried to catch his breath. Creed’s tongue licked his member once more, getting every bit of Train’s seed that he could into his mouth, and keeping him there until he was perfectly soft before letting him slip from his lips. He smiled at Train then swallowed, apparently wanting Train to know that everything he let loose was now inside him.


“Mmm… You taste delicious, Train.”


Train smiled weakly as well as Creed crawled over his body, moving closer to his face. He could already feel the warm feeling returning when Creed licked his lips clean of the warm, sticky substance.


As Creed laid himself flat against Train, he looked at his Feline’s face. Train had never looked more desirable, his hair spread all around him, his eyes wide, yet unclear while those full, luscious lips were alluringly parted. He looked so weak and defenseless, and Creed found it absolutely breathtaking. He just had to feel those lips again. Creed set his lips back on Train’s and held lightly to each side of his head, kissing him gently. Train placed one hand across Creed’s shoulder and down his back while the other rested on the back of his head, petting his hair gently.


“I love you… so much…” He managed to get out between kisses.


Train’s heart fluttered when Creed said that. Everything about Creed was taking over his senses. His touch, his taste, his voice cracked in pleasure, even the scent of him was intoxicating. Every time he had said Train’s name, the Cat’s stomach would explode with happiness and delight.


Those three simple words were starting to make more sense to him. They were making him understand his own feelings, making him understand why he had actually enjoyed what Creed had awakened within him, and why he wasn’t regretting a single moment of tonight. And why I’ll want to do this all again…


But even now, he didn’t want this to end yet. A little worried, Train voiced his concerns, “We’re not done are we, Creed?”


Creed moved his kisses along his neck as he spoke. “No, Train, not if you don’t want it to be. There’s still more to do.”


Lifting himself up, he left the bed much to the chagrin of his Kitten. He could hear the whimpering sounds his Cat made, and was almost moved to forget the whole thing and go back to him. He instead caressed his beloved’s warm cheek. “I’ll be only a moment my Kitten. Wait for me.”


Train sighed and watched sadly as his Stallion moved from his field of view and heard him go through the adjoining door that connected his own room to Creed’s. Moving onto his stomach in wait, Train was surprised that the longing he felt was so strong, and that in itself was making his body aroused once again. Unexpectedly, he felt soft hands and a cold sweet-smelling liquid working together in massaging his back. He could tell by the long, lithe pianist’s fingers, that Creed had come back to him.


Train smiled and smelled the scent of the liquid in the air. “What is that stuff?”


“Rose Oil.” Creed answered back matter-of-factly.


Train almost rolled his eyes. Of course, that man and his infernal roses…though the smell is quite enjoyable.


Feeling Creed move to get a better position, he could vaguely tell that the man was now naked too. He felt it as the man massaged and caressed his muscles from high on his shoulders, down his back, and stroked lightly against the firm muscles of his buttocks.


His breath suddenly sped up as he felt the warm fingers go between him and poke at his entrance. As Creed, who could perceive the change in his Cat’s demeanor, situated himself between his love’s legs, he looked back up at Train and spoke in a concerning voice, “This will hurt at first, Train. I’ll take it easy until you get used to it.”


The Black Cat chose not to question how Creed knew it would hurt. He trusted his partner completely and would let him do his work. However, he almost changed his mind as he felt Creed’s finger entered inside him. He reached out and gripped the pale hand strongly as he gritted his teeth, trying desperately to ignore the pain and failing. He felt like he was being split into a thousand pieces. He groaned painfully as Creed’s finger began to move back and forth a couple times slowly, before exiting him again.


Train relaxed slightly, but knew this was only the beginning. Creed pulled Train’s hand up and kissed it, before he poured more oil between him and this time entered two fingers inside him. The feel of his partner’s lips were soothing and was able to comfort him while the pain brought on by Creed’s fingers spread within him and tried to overtake his body. But as his fingers moved in and out this time, his moans of pain slowly became moans of pleasure. As the pleasant feeling began to grow and increase more and more within him, conflicting thoughts ran through his head. What the hell is this? Why do I suddenly feel this great amount of elation? With his fingers inside me, I should feel pa–


As Creed moved his fingers back and forth, he stroked lightly against a spot that made Train gasp and shriek in unrefined bliss. Smiling, he stroked along that spot again, faster this time, synchronizing his movements. Each time Creed’s fingers passed over that infuriating spot, Train cried out louder. Once, Creed’s two fingers poked it, causing Train to arch his back and twist his body, to almost scream enraptured. He hardly noticed when Creed put one more finger in. His body seems to know what to do without his head even bothering to think about it, forming the muscles of his rear tightly around his fingers.


An unbelievable warming sensation was beginning to form in his lower stomach. It felt better than any other warmth he felt that night. Suddenly, he felt Creed’s fingers turn within him, followed by the man inexplicably using his other hand to take Train by the shoulder turn him on his back, all in one fluid movement.


His breathing had been speeding up again, but to see Creed’s godlike, naked hard body leaning over him, his eyes watching him writhe with expectation, caused Train’s lungs to go double-time. He wrapped his arms tight around Creed’s neck, resting his head on his shoulder. He could tell he was reaching something wonderful as Creed’s fingers picked up the pace.


Creed continued to stroke against that spot, relishing in Train’s gasps and moans, basking in his warm breath that swam down his back. He moved his fingers faster and faster making Train cry even louder and press his chest into Creed’s as his hands feel from his neck to his back.


Deciding that was enough, Creed pulled his fingers out, smirking as he heard Train’s feline growl. Greedy…


However, before he could voice his anger, Creed’s gentle voice entered Train’s ears, sending chills throughout his body.


“This next step will feel somewhat different. If you want me to stop at any time, I will. I don’t want to hurt you.”


Train tightened his arms around Creeds back and nuzzled his head into his neck, the want and desperation in his voice almost breaking Creed’s heart.


“Just do it already…. I won’t be saying stop no matter how much it hurts, Creed. I-I need you…I want this just as badly as you do.”


Creed kissed his cheek and repositioned himself slightly. How very perceptive you are, even at this point… “Okay, Train, you’re sure?”


He felt Train nod his head against his neck. Creed slowly moved his harden member inside Train, to where his fingers once were. Train’s hold on Creed’s back tighten as he slid inside gradually, stopping every so often so that Train could get used to it. Once he was sheathed to the hilt, he waited for his beloved to moan in pain.


But to his surprise the sound that he made was one of relief and contentment, rather than one of suffering. He shook his head with a grin. He was readier than I thought he was. Well, that’s my Black Cat for you…


However, as an extra precaution, Creed moved himself in and out of Train, thrusting slowly. The gunman made a strangled noise of desire at the first slow movement, burying his face into Creed’s chest. He sobbed almost frantically, “Just…just give it to me will ya?”


Creed could only nod, the incredible tightness of Train around him was stating to affect him as well. He leaned forward with him, keeping their bodies close as he increased the speed of his motions, moving his hips in a way that allowed his member to brush against the spot inside Train he knew would send his love off the edge. As he did so, Train cried out loudly, bending his head back in ecstasy. Creed continued stroking against that spot, moving a little faster.


The thrusts increased further in speed, becoming stronger. Creed ran along that spot, over and over again, but still never touching it. He moved faster and harder as Train’s breath sped up and his cries somehow seemed to increase in volume. Creed pushed in deeper, moving against that spot harder and longer than before, making Train shout even louder.


Finally, after several more minutes of just brushing against it, Creed shifted himself again and thrust hard, hitting the spot dead on.


Train shrieked wholeheartedly, louder than he had all night, arching his whole body and tightening his hold on Creed once more. He could feel himself getting unbelievably hard between their stomachs, as Creed thrust in again, hitting the same mark again and again, rougher and harsher, pushing deep inside him and pulling out quickly as Train cried out with each motion.


Creed pushed in as hard as he could, hitting the same spot with so much force, Train opened his eyes and screamed.


“OH GOD!”


The friction was starting to become too much for Creed and he wanted to move faster, as fast as he could if not more. Train’s body was trembling with pleasure, being moved with the force of Creed’s thrusts, almost pushing him up the headboard of the bed.


The swordsman was moaning Train’s name now too, moving his body as close to Train’s as it could get and closing his eyes tight. Train moved his arms back around Creed’s neck and leaned his forehead against the other man’s. Creed’s eyes opened to see golden ones staring back at him passionately. The look sent Creed’s heart racing and he pushed harder and deeper into Train, making the bed squeak and rock with the force of his thrusts and Train‘s shouts.


A savage moan left his lips before he spoke in a pleading voice, “Tighter, Kitten…”


Almost involuntarily, Train’s body responded, his muscles contracting convulsively. Creed gasped at the sudden increase of pressure around him, shouting Train’s name in response. He felt Train’s member hard against his stomach, closing his hand around it, he began pumping it along with his thrusting movements.


Train’s whole body caught fire, shaking and trembling uncontrollably, unable to concentrate on anything except Creed and the pleasure he was delivering. He wanted this moment to continue forever, lying beneath Creed in this intimate embrace.


The pale man leaned his forehead against Train’s again and gazed into his eyes once more, sweat beading from both their faces, mixing together. Their chests were pressed so close that they could feel their heartbeats beating as one, as Creed continued pushing in and out of Train quickly, each screaming louder and louder with reach thrust.


“God, I love you so much, Train.”


Those magic three words did it–Train let out a deafening cry that shook the lamp next to them.


“CREED!”


He felt himself jerk up, screaming in release before collapsing into the mattress.


At almost the same time, he felt Creed jolt and explode inside Train, the man shouting his name in ultimate bliss. As Creed fell on top of him, the two ex-Chronos assassins panted for breath, hearts still racing against each other in the same rhythm.


Creed finally slid himself out of Train and moved closer to his head. He wrapped his arms around his beloved’s neck, hooking their legs together and snuggling the side of his face into Train’s shoulder. After several minutes, Creed was able to get a hold of his breath and lean his chin on Train’s chest so that he could see his face.


“I love you, Train.” he said between breaths.


Train looked down at Creed, totally fatigued, at those blue eyes, that small hint of crimson, that even after releasing everything inside him were able to inspire warmth within him. He smiled and ran his fingers through Creed’s sliver hair, smoothing it out as best he could. “Du bist definitiv ein wilder Stallion. Aber…bist du mein silberner Stallion.”


Creed was no longer surprised at anything his Cat could do, but he was interested in the content of his love’s statement. He answered him back, using German as well. “Danke, aber was bedeutest du, ‘silberner Stallion’?”


Train looked at the ceiling thoughtfully before answering back normally, “Did you know Creed, that stallions are not the leaders of the herd, but are actually the protectors? They protect those they care for from any kind of harm and danger, even if they have to sacrifice themselves in the process.”


He turned and kissed Creed’s lips lightly, “You’re my silver Stallion.”


Creed felt his cheeks flush. He had had so many pet names for Train, but now his love had one for him too. He actually liked it, and would keep it close to his heart for always.


“Creed?”


The man turned slightly to see a slight frown on his beloved’s face. “What’s wrong, Kitten?”


Train looked up at him, the worry in his voice was tightly masked. “I know you’ve done this sort of thing before. I just wanted…well, I wanted to know…”


The man took Train closer into his arms, smiling against him. “As far as I’m concerned, this is my first time. Because this is the first time I have ever done it with somebody I loved with all my heart and soul. This is the first time its mattered…because I love you, and you alone. I always have.”


Train found himself beaming with happiness; he understood now. He knew what this feeling was and there was no doubt in his mind that it was very real and very true.


“I love you too, Creed.”


Creed looked at him with widen, blue eyes, making the crimson stand out further.


“R-Really, Train?” He couldn’t believe his ears. There was no way Train said, what he thought he just said.


A heartfelt smile and a soft brush against his cheeks was the only answer Creed received. It was the only answer he needed.


He looked back at Train, asking one last question before he began to fall asleep next the only person he ever loved. “Does this mean…you’re mine?”


Train couldn’t help but chuckle at Creed’s childish question; he knew that the man tended to be very possessive of him, even before tonight. He wrapped his arm tightly around Creed’s back, pulling him even closer and kissing the top of his head. “Yeah, Creed…I’m yours.”


That said, Train rested his head against Creed’s, who moved himself farther against Train, snuggling his face as deep into his shoulder as it could go.


“Mine…” Creed whispered as he tightened his hold on Train.


The language parts were added in by Irene. I kept them cause, well, who in their right mind would get rid of those? Here are the translations in order as they appear:


“You want to play my chaton noir? Alors jouons.” - You want to play my black kitten? Then let’s play.


“Ti amo così tanto, il mio prezioso piccolo felino. Conoscete quello, non?” - I love you so much, my precious little feline. You know that, don't you?


“Sì, penso che stia cominciando a vedere quello.” - Yes, I think I’m beginning to see that.


“Du bist definitiv ein wilder Stallion. Aber…bist du mein silberner Stallion.” - You are definitely a wild (savage) Stallion. But… you are my silver Stallion.


“Danke, aber was bedeutest du, ‘silberner Stallion’?” - Thank you, but what do you mean, `silver stallion'?