Trapped Hearts

Trapped Hearts

Flora Winters

I do not own Gankutsuou and I’m not making any money here either.

Summary: Love is something that can cut deeper than any razor. What use is there for having a heart? It will only bring you pain. This story will contain boy love, language, and violence. Please read and review.

Chapter One

But nothings greater than the rush
That comes with your embrace
And in this world of loneliness I see your face
Yet everyone around me thinks that I’m going crazy
Maybe, maybe

--Leona Lewis

Warmth. That was the first thing he felt when coming around. He slowly opened his eyes, blinking them as few times in order to get use to the pale green light. He soon realized that he was lounging up to his neck in a large marble pool of steamy water. Well, it wasn’t really water. It felt heavier and sort of creamier than water. It smelled floral and very sweet.

He lifted his hand up out of the creamy clear green liquid and watched how it ran off his hand just like water would. What in the world was this stuff? It was water, but it wasn’t?

He looked to see that the pool he was in was completely surrounded by wild and exotic looking flowers. No wonder the air smelled so intoxicatingly sweet. Their colors were so vivid and bright. Some of them were even glowing. Was he in some kind of secret garden? There were even strange looking trees that were as high as the glass ceiling was tall.

Wait! How did he get here? Who owned this place? Ah! Where were his clothes? He was completely naked in a place he had no idea how he had gotten to.

“Good evening, Albert,” a deep voice said from behind him. Why did the count always announce his presence from behind? It was so unnerving. “I take it that you have rested well.”

He turned around in the pool with blazing pink cheeks, looking up at the handsome beast with the disturbingly spooky eyes. He was naked before the count. Had he been the one to undress him? Had those mismatched eyes gazed upon his naked flesh?

“I did not mean to alarm you so, Albert,” the count said in a remorseful tone which sounded very convincing. “Please, do not move around so quickly in there. You could become dizzy and fall.”

“Thank you for your concern,” Albert said, fighting to make his blushing stop. He wasn’t a little kid anymore. He was sixteen now. He looked up into the count’s enchantingly alluring mismatched eyes. “But, how did I get here? Where are my clothes?”

The count’s face suddenly looked so infinitely sad. How could a man look so full of pain and still be standing? The count wasn’t a man. “Don’t you remember?” The count asked. Those full and sensual petal blue lips looked so moist and kissable. He was pouting and it was so heartbreakingly adorable. What in the world was wrong with him? The count was supposed to hate and spit upon his very existence. Why was he being so nice?

That was when an image flashed through his mind like a golden spark in a deep black abyss. Well, it was more like a feeling, lots of feelings. He could feel and icy tongue licking between his gems, causing his hands to move on their own accord, gripping long locks of silky hair. His mouth gaped open, head turning away as he remembered that feather soft tongue slowly licking its way up his achingly hard shaft. He could see the count looking up at him from between his spread legs, smiling with so much warmth in his eyes.

He quickly ducked down under the water when he realized he was dripping hard again. The water was up to his chin as he looked up at the count.

“You said you wanted me,” the count whispered as the steam danced like pale green phantoms because of the light around the both of them. He could hear the soft sound of opera music being played. It was the same song from the opera on Luna. “You said you would never leave me no matter what I did.”

Albert had to hold his head as the count’s words brought back flashes and sound. It was too fast. It was all coming back to him too fast. He could hear the voice, see the violet monster’s face, and the explosion of flames filled his eyes.

“Don’t…don’t cry…Count.”

His blue eyes snapped open with tears in them. His father had hurt and scarred this poor creature beyond insanity. That sad and lonely face, it hurt to look at him.

“Count?” He asked, rising to his feet, holding out his hand for the taller man to take. The creamy liquid hid his nudity well. “Would you join me?”

Those mismatched eyes widened just a tiny fraction of a bit. “Does that mean you still remember?”

“Come in with me,” Albert smiled, even though he was blushing like a rose in full bloom. He couldn’t help it. Here he was, having serious romantic feelings for a guy.

“Why?” The count asked him. There was a sense of distrust in his voice.

“Your body is so cold,” Albert said, remembering how the count had laid upon him in that large bed. “I want to warm it.”

Did he just say that? Why wasn’t the blood shooting like a sprinkler from his nose? It made him smile. He wanted to hold the count in his arms and never let him go. He never wanted to let him out of his sight.

“You want to warm my icy flesh?” The count asked with a deep and melodious chuckle as his shimmering blue cloak fell with a slithering hiss from his broad shoulders to his booted feet. “Do you really think you can?”

“I…I would like to try,” Albert told him, nodding his head. “And if I fail the first time, I’ll just keep on trying until I win.”

“Win?” The count asked with a devious smirk. His teeth were white, straight, perfect, and sharp as moonbeams piercing the ocean’s calm surface. He was taking off his gloves and stepping out of his boots with inhuman grace.

Albert looked away from him for a second and then back. He slowly walked over to where the count was standing at the edge of the pool. He placed his warm wet hands upon the smooth tops of the count’s large icy blue feet, and looked up at him. That long hair was coiling and billowing around that handsome face like dark storm clouds with slithering blue lightning in the depths.

“No matter how cold you think your heart may be, count,” Albert whispered. It was louder than thunder. He placed a warm kiss upon each foot and looked back up into those wet mismatched eyes. “I’m selfish and I’m easily jealous,” he told him, running his palms up the back of his ankles. “But…I’ll do anything to keep your heart all to myself.”

The count slowly went down on bended knee, taking the beautiful and pure teen’s face between his icy palms. Albert shivered at how soft and sensual the count’s touch truly was. It caused him to suddenly feel as though his body were on fire. He felt like he was glowing from the inside out. The count made his body feel things he had once though forbidden fruits.

He was in the garden and the count was the alluring serpent, offering him the fruit of his desire. The smell of flowers seemed to fill his mind with their intoxicatingly sweet songs. A warm wind fluttered like soft feathers across his wet flesh, causing him to tremble as he gazed into a second pair of eyes that were like molten amethyst jewels.

“I want to be with you forever, count,” Albert said, placing his warm hands on top of the bigger man’s icy ones. They felt like cold marble. “Please don’t send me away again. I don’t care what you do. You don’t even have to tell me. I just don’t want you to ever leave me.”

The tears fell from his eyes. He loved this monster and he couldn’t help it. He felt like he was damned and he didn’t care. He loved him. He loved him with all that he was. He would dig out his own heart with a dull spoon and offer it to the count should he ask for him to do so.

“You saved me on Luna,” he whispered, closing his eyes. “You saved me from drowning and dying from a deadly poison. I don’t care what your motives are. You saved me so many times.”

“Albert…”

“I don’t ever want to be apart from you!” He cried, throwing his arms around the count’s neck. “I don’t ever want my soul to be apart from yours. I want to stay with you always.”

“Oh, Albert,” the count sighed and it was like a cold breeze, blowing in the loneliest of shadows. Albert felt those powerful arms embrace him, holding him just out of the water. The count was so gentle with him. Was he truly that easy to break? “If only I still had my soul.”

Albert opened his eyes and squeezed the count with all his might, physically showing him that he would rather die than to be forced to live without him. He had nothing in this world. His whole life had been buried in lies and the count had illuminated that dark abyss with his snowy white truths. All had abandoned and forsaken him, but, the count was always there, waiting in the shadows, no matter how far away. Yes, this beast had tricked, lied, and taken his best friend from him, but at least he had been honest about it all. He knew none of this made any sense at all, and he didn’t care. Nothing ever made sense when love was involved.

“Say my name, Albert,” the count whispered. His voice ticked his ear like water dripping from an icicle. “I would very much like to hear you say my name.”

Albert slowly pulled away from that chilly embrace and looked into his eyes. He stood in the creamy liquid with sweet scented mist dancing around him. “Take my hand,” he said, holding it out for the count to take once more. “And come into the water with me, Edmond Dantes.”

The count gently took his hand, clasping it like a lock did the right key. Albert devoured the image of the regal beast stepping down into the steamy liquid with his clothes still on. He felt like an animal instinct was slowly beginning to take over his mind. He wanted to go primal and tear off that silk and lace shirt with his teeth. He had never felt this way before and it truly excited him.

“My name,” the count smiled and it almost touched his stormy eyes. “You speak it with so much…feeling.”

The count had loved his mother. Could he somehow find a way to make him love him more?

“You tricked, lied, and took my best friend away from me,” he said, putting his free hand to that crystal hard chest. “And I still can’t make myself hate you for it. I don’t think I know how to hate. I never learned. I was angry. I was so angry…but my…my…feelings for you washed like a river over those flames.”

The count blinked. “…”

Albert couldn’t say love. The count would only laugh at him.

“So innocent,” the count cooed, running those deadly fingers that could become razor sharp talons when he chose through his wet hair. “So pure…”

Albert moved to undo a solid pearl button on the count’s shirt but that hand snatched his like a trap snags a wild animal. “Don’t,” the count told him, bringing his hand to his snowy lips. “You won’t like what you see.”

Albert let the count kiss his fingers and shook his head. “How do you know?”

The count looked down at him.

“I’ve seen into you,” he told him, taking his smooth hand back, undoing the first button. “And I’m still holding your hand.”

The count lowered his head, letting his smooth brow rest atop Albert’s wet head. “So be it, Albert.”

That long hair tickled his cheeks as he slowly unbuttoned the count’s delicate shirt. He knew it had to be very expensive, because if he wasn’t careful, it would easily tear on him. This silk…he knew this silk. It must have been woven by that new species of spiders found on Luna. Oh, what were they called? Oh, Moon Spiders!

He pulled the shirt away to see that the count’s muscular blue chest was almost translucent. He could see the man’s frozen heart and the veins leading to it. His nipples were so pale blue, he could barely see them. He looked like hard crystal, but he felt like flesh.

His muscular arms looked the same as well. It was like the count’s illness was slowly turning his insides into crystal. He was truly beautiful to behold. He wondered what he would look like naked in the sunlight. Would he shimmer like solid crystal? His fingers slowly traced down that rock hard chest, across his diamond hard abs, to his bellybutton. He made little circles around it with his index finger.

The count’s chest was completely hairless. He was suddenly curious to know if the rest of him was as hairless.

“You’re not repulsed,” the count said. He sounded shocked. “Does this strangeness not frighten you, Albert?”

“I can see your heart,” he said, placing his palm over the frozen organ. He wanted to be the one to make it beat once more. He smiled up at him and frowned.

“What?” The count asked.

“If your heart doesn’t beat,” he said, looking down at the count’s cloth covered crotch. He was blushing again. “How can you…”

The count chuckled and then it turned into a howl of laughter. Albert stood back as the man doubled over, holding his stomach. Albert had never seen or heard him laugh like this before. It was kind of funny and scary at the same time. He looked sort of crazed and sounded kind of normal.

“The pills I showed you, Albert,” the count said, wiping the tears of mirth from his eyes. He put the back of his hand over his mouth to muffle and uncontrollable snort. “The pills I showed you aid me in living as much of a normal life as possible.”

Albert couldn’t believe it. The count had snorted. He had snorted so…normal.

“Don’t worry, Albert,” the count grinned and he looked really sexy and he had great lighting, too. “My illness is not transmittable.”

Albert blushed again, scratching the back of his head. He hadn’t meant to ask that out loud. He had just been curious as to how the count would make love to him should he get the nerve to ask him if he would do so. He wanted to be one with the count.

He slowly slipped his fingers into the rims of the count’s pants, tugging on them. “May I?”

The count cocked his head to the side. There was a molten heat in his mismatched eyes. He put his large hands on Albert’s shoulders and nodded his head with a fanged smirk. Seeing those sharp fangs made him even harder under the water. He just hoped the count didn’t see.

He undid the silver clasp on the count’s pants and carefully pulled them down. The man had no undergarment on.

The count had hair and it was a slightly darker blue than what was on his head. It reminded him of a deep blue sapphire. His patch had been trimmed to look stylish and actually attractive. The count shivered as he ran his fingers across that dark patch of hair. It was silky to the touch. He watched that organ rise like a pale blue star. The bulb was like the translucent blue color of the count’s nipples. The count gave an all new meaning to the phrase blue-balls, because they were blue. His velvety soft sack was almost a cerulean color.

He gripped that marble hard piece of flesh, giving it a gentle stroke. He smiled as the count gripped his shoulders even tighter.

“Albert,” the count said, reaching down. Albert moaned when that large hand gripped his own aching root, squeezing it. “Do I truly not repulse you?”

Albert shook his head and his hair fell across his eyes. “No,” he told him. Of course the count didn’t repulse him. The count was beautiful to him. He released the count’s dripping organ and smiled. “Do you want me to help you get out of these pants?”

The count released him as well, and pulled his pants back up. Albert was slightly confused until the count told him he could help him out of them once they reached a nice spot to lie down.

The count led him by the hand out of the pool and into the garden. The creamy liquid dripped like water from their flesh. That was when Albert realized just how pale he had gotten.

“Where are we going?” He asked. “What if somebody sees me naked?”

“This is my garden, Albert,” the count chuckled. “Nobody has access to this place, but me.”

His eyes instantly widened when the count brought him before a giant red rose. It was massive. It moved to reveal an opening in the luscious red petals when the count touched a large green leaf. The flower was so beautiful.

“Come, Albert,” the count said, letting go of his hand. He watched the taller man crawl into the blossoming flower. Those blue feet vanished and he looked around. “Come…” the count’s voice echoed as if from within a marble hall.

He stepped up onto the large leaf and climbed up into the silky folds after the count. What in the world was this plant? He had never seen a rose so titanic before. He felt like he would crawl on into forever. Oh, the smell was so sweet.

“Come, Albert,” the count called in a musical tone. He was calling his name in song, humming it. The count had such a beautiful voice.

All he could see was shining red before him. The smell was drugging him with its sweetness. He had to reach the count. His body was burning for his cold embrace, and that was when the glittering petals opened before him, revealing the count lying naked upon a bed of golden-yellow softness below him. They were in the center of the blooming rose. He looked up to see stars spinning over his head. He looked back down at the naked creature below him.

The count lifted a hand to him and Albert jumped down to him. He landed at the count’s naked feet, sending a shower of yellow sweetness into the warm air. It looked like a million glow-bugs had filled the air all around the two of them.

“You fill my life with your enchantments,” Albert said, crawling up the length of the count’s flawless and perfect body. He gazed down into his wickedly handsome face, seeing all the dark hair splayed out like a burning crown of ebony blue fire.

The count wrapped his arms around him, pulling him down just inches from his lips. Albert’s skin was on fire and the count was so icy. He was shocked and slightly disappointed that there was no steam to be seen.

“Let me kiss you,” the count smiled with such white brightness. “And I’ll fill your mouth with my magic.”

Albert wanted to feel those lips upon his own. He trembled. For just a kiss, he would become this man’s slave forever.

“Truly give your self to me, Albert,” the count whispered. His breath was sweeter than the rose they were in. “Fear me, worship me, love me, do as I say, and I will be your slave even after the end of time.”

Albert found himself saying yes and those icy lips quickly possessed his own with a hunger. He rolled over onto his back with the count on top, going at him like a man dying of thirst under a hot sun. His body practically screamed and wept for more the count’s animalistic advances. It was like every pore in his body was drugged with the need for him.

“I’ll be gentle, Albert,” the count growled in his ear. “I’ll take you so high, and let you soar on the wings of a god.”

Albert moaned and squirmed under him. His body was sweating with the need of feeling something he had never felt before. He wanted this. He needed this. He needed this more than anything. He needed the count more than he needed air. Hell, the count was his air. Without him, he would suffocate like a fish out of water.

“Please,” Albert whimpered, pulling on the count’s hair. “Take me…”

“Take you where?” The count asked, looking at him with wicked eyes. “I thought you wanted this.”

Albert’s eyes widened in shock and he nearly screamed. Something had touched him deep inside, bumping against something that made his root twitch deliciously. He was practically drooling like a starving man. “Please…”

“Well,” the count chuckled evilly. Albert followed the count’s instructions. He lifted his legs, so that his knees were draped over the larger man’s broad shoulders. “Since you’re begging me and all…”

He could feel that slick and thick translucent blue head pressing against his tight heat. Sweat dripped from his forehead.

“I’ll be gentle with you, Albert,” the count said, kissing the inside his leg. “Ready?”

It felt like a small eternity, but the count’s long length was finally in him. His whole body felt like it had been split right down the middle from the pain, but it soon felt really, really good. It was the sweetest pain he had ever known.

The count slowly pulled his way out and then slammed right back in. Albert cried out when the count bumped that very special place inside him again. What was it? It made him feel like he was going to die from want of more. He had to have more. The count did so again.

“Faster!” He cried, digging his fingers into the flower.

He didn’t know how long it had lasted, but his orgasm was still not over. He was still being rolled with ocean waves of pleasure. He had screamed and came with so much bliss when the count had bitten down over his left nipple. The count had filled his insides with a creamy explosion of pearly warmth. It had been a very surprising feeling. The count’s length had been cold as ice within his heat, but his seed had been…steamy.

The count was lying on top of him with his head resting just below his chin. He had shivered as that icy tongue had licked his own seed from his sweat covered chest. The count twitched every now and then with what he guessed as passing pleasure.

He cradled the count’s head in his arms and smiled. He kissed the top of his head and closed his eyes. He was happy. He felt so happy.

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The count opened his glowing mismatched eyes and carefully lifted his head. He couldn’t help but grin. It was twisted and filled with malice as he looked down at the gently snoring teen beneath him. He couldn’t wait to see the look on his old friend’s face as he finally destroys him, and as the lying fool lays broken at his feet, he would tell him that he was sleeping with his only son. What better finishing blow was there?

“Sleep, Albert,” he cooed gently to the sleeping man, tucking a loose strand of brown hair behind the beautiful boy’s left ear. He carefully traced the bite marks he had left on his pale flesh. The animal in him had marked him as his own. Well, it was better than pissing on him. “Dream, Albert,” he smiled. “I want you to dream of happy places that are filled with light and beautiful things.”

“MY FRIEND,” the voice spoke in his mind. “THIS YOUNG MAN WILL ONLY BE A BURDEN TO YOU.”

“I know,” he whispered, kissing Albert’s bottom lip. They were slightly gaping open. “But, this is a burden I will willingly carry.”

“MY FRIEND,” the entity spoke. “YOU WILL NOT BECOME INVINCIBLE SHOULD YOU KEEP FEELINGS FOR THIS YOUNG MAN.”

“Then I guess I shall forever wear armor over my heart,” he smiled as the tears streamed from his eyes. He couldn’t harm this boy anymore. He couldn’t. “And some day die the death of a vampire in which the people call me in hushed whispers.”

The entity was silent for a few moments. “WE HAVE FOREVER, MY FRIEND.”

“Yes,” the count said sadly, getting up so he could curl up beside Albert’s warm flesh. The body was like a furnace of heat. His body craved it. “Yes we do, Gankutsuou.”

His plans were coming along nicely. His revenge would soon be complete.

“Albert…”

TBC…

Please review and tell me what you think.

Flora.