DISCLAIMER: Black Cat still isn't mine

RATING: OT, for cursing and mild adult themes xD

PAIRING: Creed x Train...a good dosage of that in this chapter

Toshi-kun: xD updated! Keep in note I'm a big procrastinater...the chapters won't come so fast -.-;

Chintzy: Trust me, I'd have it no other way...x3

----+ Creed Diskenth +----+

Colbalt eyes carressed the other's sleeping form, sweeping over every curve there was. Gorgeous. Only if those eyes were open...those golden eyes. If Train was awake, it'd be perfect. The perfect form. The perfect killer. The perfect eyes. Everything about the Black Cat was undoubtedly flawless. The eyes continued their study of the sleeping person. The sleeping person wasn't wearing the same clothes they had fallen asleep in. Indeed, Train had been stripped of those undesirable clothing, and was given with somthing much more...him. A soft laugh peaked it's way past Creed's lips.

Last night had been much more easy than he thought it'd be. He wondered passivly, if the ex-assassin has been losing his touch, hanging around with such bugs that don't even know the proper deffinition of 'skill' and 'art'. Train was a living source of both of these things. The attire he was fit in right now, was very similar to his old outfit, with a few touch ups. In gold, on the left side coller part, was embroidered 'Black Cat'. And his dark shirt wasn't it's greeny black color. It was all Black. After all, Black Cat's are all black, ne? Not greeny.

Train's fingers were twitching, and he suddenly groaned loudly from his slumber. Creed blinked a few times, in his light confusion. Was he having a nightmare? That would explain XIII's uncomfortable shifting. "Mmmnn...it hurts..." Train mummbled, still asleep, eyeborws knitting together, and lips creasing over in a deep frown. Who knew what he was talking about. Creed certainly didn't know. maybe it was just in his dream? What in his dream was causing this beautiful man to be pained? ((A/N: getting dirty thoughts, aren't'cha xD))

Train arched his back upwards, and kept shifting, movemnts getting more drastic. "Shoulder...nnn..." Creed blinked, rising from the mahogony wood chair, and made a few quick steps, so that he had positioned himself at the right side of the soft bed. Only the best, for the Cat. Shoulders? Were his shoulders in pain? Train was laying on the bed, sort of tied there, by his wrists and ankles, and a band across his stomach. They were loose though, for basically free movement on the matress. They were only there to keep the free-willed male on the bed, and no where else.

The silver-haired figure used his long nimble fingers to quickly un tie all these thin bands. Next he went to work at removing the long black trench coat, and once off, Train freely rolled over, onto his stomach. A sigh of contentment came from the ungaurded lips. Creed put the coat on the chair, and after, had his fingers hover over Train's tensed back. He paused, before finally deciding. He shifted a bit, so that he pulled up Train's shirt, revieling most of his back and shoulders. It was an odd sort of apearence, but you could only do so much, right?

Creed first just trailed a finger up Train's spine, taking pleasure in the shiver it brought. A smirk was brought upon his features, as he pressed his digits down. Wow. The muscle felt hard, and clenched together. He pressed in the heel of his hands, just below the shoulder blades, and heard an absolutly...delicious...whimper sneak from Train's vocals. He was still asleep. That Cat could sleep like a freakin' log. Wanting to hear more musical sounds, Creed would continue with his methods, but after a moment. He searched around the room for a while. It was like one of Doctor's labs, really, but a bit different. Sure, it did have the stony metal walls, and scientific instruments around, but it had normal bedroom things, too. Like those really cool touch lamps, and pillows and blankets and...aha! Creed picked up a bottle It looked like a wine bottle, filled with a liquid. Massage Oil. Sure, Train was asleep, but who knows. Maybe Creed'd give XIII a sexy dream.

Popping the cap, Creed rubbed some of the stuff on his hands. Alright. Time to get down to buisness! There's two ridges of muscle tha run on the outer area of the spine, which is where Creed would be focusing most of his attention. For now, he started at the base of Train's spine, so far as just above the hem of his pants. He pressed down with the heels of hid hands against, leaning foreward as he did so. In turn, he earned another pretty sound from Train. It gave Creed a flutter in the base of his stomach.

He slid his hands up along those two ridges, up to Train's shoulder blades. He took the oil again and spread just a little over Train's back. It'd be easier to slide his fingers and palms. He found the shirt a sudden distraction now. Train wouldn't be all that comfortable, and Creed wouldn't be able to get to his shoulders. Creed shifted somthing, and lifted Train some, so that he could remove the shirt. He slipped it off with careful movemtns, so as not to awaken the other. He dropped the peice of fabric aside, and began at it again. He once again used his hands to start at the base and move forewards, pressing down, until he reached the shoulders. He did this a few more time, listening to the soft, sharp breaths coming from his sleeping beauty, and feeling the muscles beneith his pale hands relaxing more and more often, as he did so. Well, that was good for the back. It was pretty much relaxed, but Train's shoulders were still just a little bit too tense.

Creed folded one of Train's arms over his back gently, and began to press the heel of his hand again, along the shoulder blade, and to the neck. He got another exhilerating moan, when suddenly, a pair of wild gold eyes, shot open. "What the...? CREED!" Train roared, getting himself up. But then he was stopped.

+----+ Train Heartnet +----+

Train was attempting to get off the table, and punch Creed. His mind was still misty, from the aftermath of his dream. He couldn't remember all the parts to it, but the shreds he was holding onto, included the same low-cut-jean-Creed, a very big bed with a white comforter and scattered with rose petals...and a very enjoyable massage happening. There were other things that happened, but he couldn't remember them. When his eyes snapped open wide, he felt a hand pressed up between his shoulder blade, and knew somthing was wrong. "What the...? CREED!" This is when he tried getting up, but Creed had swung a leg over Train, and was now sitting on his back.

"Unn...er...grr...Creed! Get the hell off me!" The ex-assassin comanded angrily. He felt hot breath on his ear.

"Hmmnn Train...relax...you'll get yourself all tense again..." Creed's voice seemed more...sexual than usual, which began nibbling at the ends of Train's nerves. "Calm down, my love..." A tongue licked the shell of his ear.

"Ugh! Creed you're disgusting! Let me do you sick, twisted bastard!" Train hissed, squirming underneith his captor, who now had began to press his heel-hands into his back.

"Un...that's it.." Creed moaned softly, at the feeling of Train wriggling. He ignored Train's next line of curses, as he went still, still muttering. "You know what, darling?" The silver-haired male began. "You should always massage the muscle away from the spine-" in turn, Creed let his hands slid on Train's back, on either side of the stack of bones called a spine. His hands moved back and fourth, from shoulder blades to his own thighs, due to him sitting on poor Train. "-or the turn out result, can be...painful." To give an example, he pressed on the spine around middle back, hard.

Train yelped in protest. "God..." he mummered. He just wanted out of here. If he was thinking properly last night, maybe he wouldn't be in this mess! Or maybe he should just give in...it would be for the best, right? And maybe these urges he had been getting lately would finally go away...ugh! He didn't know what to do.

Creed's hands pressed between to shoulder blades repeatedly, but slowly, and Train bit his lower lip. That felt...really good. Creed slid his hands by his neck. "Oh..." Train moaned softly.

He couldn't see the man right now,but he could just feel the twisted, phycotic grin he always gave. "Hmmnnn...yes, my Train?" Train felt sick, as he folded his arms under his chest, proping himself up slightly. "Get your hands off!" He snapped.

Creed laughed. "Aa, my pet, I'm not going to stop, any time soon..." with that, he felt Creed's now warm fingers rub his hip in a soothing, arousing motion.

"Ooh...er..." Train couldn't help himself. He was tore between everything. Between the sensations Creed was giving him, between his hatred for the man, between the fantasy, between Saya...

Saya...He couldn't forget about her. No. If he gave into Creed, he'd be betraying her to no ends. This was the man he despised. The man that had killed Saya! He couldn't do this! He just coul-

"Aaah!" His thoughts were cut off as he felt Creed's teeth latch onto his neck and bite hard, before sucking and licking the area soothingly. Train swallowed thickly. He didn't no if he could stop this...he didn't know if he honestly wanted too..."Just this over with..." sounded Train's defeated voice, gently. Though, he couldn't deny even the own hint of excitment, etched in his vocals.

He heard Creed's creepy laugh in his ear. "My precious Train...tonight I will certainly free you, of the witch's spell."

+----+ TBC+----+

xD A/N: Omg this chapter came out unintentionally. This wasn't the actual way I had planned it. But I forgot about Train's sore shoulders, and I hate others that forget details, once they make a big deal about them. So, this is what resulted of it...

Oh well. I'm proud. And evil! I don't think I'll actually put a lemon in the story...it all depends. I want reviews telling me what I should do, people xD Or you don't get another chapter, understood?