Trinity Blood Fan Fiction / Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Darker Angels ❯ Fun and Games ( Chapter 22 )

 

Takara had to bite her tongue at least three times while stitching Hunter's forehead. She also had to restrain herself from slapping him for his idiocy.

 

“You can go ahead,” he said with a heavy sigh.

 

“What?”

 

“Go ahead and laugh.”

 

“I wasn't laughing, Hunter. I just think you should know when to quit by now.”

 

“Sometimes the abuse is half the fun.”

 

“I swear if you bleed on my dress I'll be forced to kill you. Are you going to wander off with some Domme in the bar tonight?” Takara said, snipping the thread.

 

“No. You know I never play when on mission.”

 

“I know I've heard those words before but where. Oh, yeah, when Mom was telling me horror stories about Star and the wild living room orgies she used to have at the compound in Chicago. Okay, you're done.”

 

“Groovy. I'll go see if Gun is finished tweaking Tres' programming.”

 

“Why would Gun be tweaking Tres' programming?”

 

Hunter shrugged. “Evidently Tres asked him to. Something about the social interaction chip not being quite right. If they're done, I'll send Tres in so you can look him over. I think you'll like him in the bondage gear,” he said, grinning.

 

“Probably more than I should.”

 

“Are we doing the usual routine tonight?”

 

“I can't see a reason to alter it, unless you have any other suggestions.”

 

“Not a problem. Mistress,” he said mischievously.

 

“Out! I'm not planning on opening up those stitches I just put in but don't tempt me.”

 

“Yes, Mistress,” he said, winking and heading out the door.

 

“Cheeky slave!” she called after him.

 

Takara spent a few minutes cleaning up the mess the Duchess and Hunter had managed to make in the library. She had just started to put the first aid kit away when there was a knock on the door.

 

“Come!”

 

The door opened and she dropped the medical kit she was holding as her other hand groped for the desk behind her so she didn't fall in the floor.

 

“Sweet merciful goddess!” she said, trying and failing miserably in her attempt to *not* stare at Tres in Hunter's borrowed clothing.

 

The black, form fitting shirt he was wearing had purple strips down the arms and buckled straps along the arms and across the chest. The leather pants molded to his legs like a second skin and she could only imagine what it looked like in the back. The look was topped off by biker boots, leather driving gloves and a ringed leather collar.

 

She found that she couldn't quite breathe properly when he started walking toward her. Actually, sauntered would have been a more appropriate word she thought. He stopped a meter or so in front of her and tilted his head to the side for a moment as though studying her reaction.

 

“Do I please you, Princess?”

 

“I can think of all kinds of ways you can please me,” she said without thinking. “Gods, that sounded bad.”

 

He closed the distance between them and put his hands on either side of her on the desk, forcing her to lean backward slightly and effectively caging her. “Actually, it sounded good to me,” he said, looking directly into her eyes.

 

Her brain seemed to have completely jammed for a moment because she couldn't form a coherent thought much less a sentence. When she could finally speak again it was to say, “What the hell did Gun do to you? Not that I'm complaining or anything. It's just different.”

 

“Only a minor adjustment in programming,” he said.

 

“You aren't going to suddenly start hitting on everyone are you?”

 

He tilted his head and looked at her curiously. “I have no intentions of striking anyone.” He paused for a moment then smiled. “I understand. I'm not interested in anyone else,” he said with a chuckle. For some reason that sound caused heat to pool in the pit of her stomach. It had been a completely sensual sound and far different from anything she had ever heard from him before. He smiled that little half smile again and ran one gloved finger up her arm. “Now, about the task of pleasing you.”

 

“It would please me if you'd take those gloves off,” she said, sounding somewhat breathless.

 

“Your wish is my command, Princess,” he said, leaning slightly away from her. He made sure he had eye contact then put the ends of two fingers in his mouth and tugged the glove off with his teeth and repeated the process with the other one. He reached up and brushed her cheek with the back of his hand.

 

“My gods, you're warm,” she said, reaching up to touch his face. “Can you feel it when someone touches you?”

 

He turned his head and kissed the palm of her hand then the inside of her wrist. “I can feel it when you touch me,” he said, leaning forward so his lips were barely brushing her ear. “Touch me.”

 

“With pleasure,” she said, running her hands over his chest and feeling synthetic muscle jump under her hands. She heard him growl near her ear before lightly biting it.

 

“Someone's coming,” he said.

 

“Damn and it isn't me,” she said in frustration.

 

“We'll finish this later,” he promised. The look on his face clearly said he intended to follow up on that promise.

 

“Oh, yes we most certainly will.”

 

//Gun, I don't know what the hell you did with his programming; but thank you!//

 

//I upgraded his social functions to include dancing but that's it. Why?//

 

//Never mind.//

 

Tres took a step away from her just as Leon stuck his head in the door. “Ready? Hunter will be here in a minute,” he said, walking in.

 

“Excellent. Did he tell you the general cover for this?”

 

“Yeah, it's a fairly straightforward recon mission. The twist is just a little more fun than usual,” he said winking at her and noticing the glare from Tres.

 

“You're aware of the cover for us, right?”

 

“Yup. Er . . . yes, Mistress.”

 

“Don't worry, if anyone asks, you're new to training.”

 

“What about Hunt? He seems like the rebellious slave sort to me,” Leon said with a laugh.

 

“I'll have you know I am a perfect subordinate,” Hunter said, coming into the room. He dropped to his hands and knees in front of Takara, sliding easily into his role for the night. “Are you prepared to leave, Mistress?”

 

“Momentarily. We all have our orders for this mission. It's fact gathering only and we make no moves unless it's absolutely critical. As subs it will be easier for you three because you'll be expected to be seen and not heard so you'll hear bits and pieces of conversation that I won't. I don't care if you decide to go play with someone but come and ask me first before you leave. It's a matter of protocol and it would be suspicious if one of you just takes off when you're supposed to belong to me. Understand? If in doubt just follow Hunt's lead, he knows all the standard operating procedures. Let's go. Hunt, can you phase all of us?”

 

He grinned up at her through the curtain of his hair. “Yes, Mistress.”

 

“Y'know, you have strange family interactions,” Leon said, grinning.

 

“Yes, I would imagine it seems so from the outside,” Takara said.

 

“Ready?” Hunt asked and everyone was suddenly standing a street away from the club before they could answer. Hunter was still on hands and knees and Takara told him to hold still for a moment. She stepped onto his back and boosted herself up to sit on Tres' shoulder. Tres looked at her oddly for a moment and she explained, “It will look better this way since we're new to the club.”

 

“Damn, Taka, did you have to dig your heel into my kidney?”

 

“Silence, slave,” she ordered, grinning.