This will be a bunch of one-shots between Creed and Train. Some will be one-sided, some not. Some will be long, some won't. Some serious, some funny (like this first one). I can't say how often these will be updated, it will be completely random as ideas come to me and I can't say when it will end. I have some ideas written down, but haven't gotten a chance to write them yet. I put off my other fic for a day to get this out of my head. I don't have my editor for this, since these are just for fun, and I'd rather not bother her for that. (She doesn't even know I'm writing them, they'll be a surprise for her xD)
Also, I came up with an idea for another CreedxTrain story (I'm obsessed, I know), so if you want to know what it is, let me know and I'll message you or something.
Okay, this first idea actually came to me from another fic made by Shadow Priestess. I couldn't get it out of my head all day so when I got home from work, I wrote it. Let's not question how some of the scenes came about here, these are just for fun and to spread the word of CreedxTrain.
Disclaimer: I do not own Black Cat or Creed or Train. If I did, you'd all have a lot of pictures of them.
Poker
"Come on, Train, you lost fair and square."
"It was not fair! You're cheating!"
"If I were cheating, I'd have much more of your clothes."
Train growled at his former partner as he smiled happily at him. He wasn't sure how this all happened. He, Sven, Eve and Rinslet had made the resolve to finally attack the Apostles of the Stars. After finding Creed, (okay, technically, Creed found him and just let Train know where he would be) Train choose a moment to attack when he thought Chronos would not, so as not to be interrupted during his desired revenge and so he wouldn't get involved in their war.
Their battle had become intense until suddenly, Train ran out of equipment. Bullets, grenades, everything. Sven's Attaché Case was shot by Echidna, causing several fuses inside the complicated machine to break. Rins ran out of bullets early on in the battle, and had spent most of it defending herself. However, Eve was the worse off. While battling Leon, she had transformed too many times, so she was currently passed out.
Before any of them could run, Creed had sealed all the exits and summoned every member of his Stars to gather around them. Train still made several attempts to attack Creed and make a break with everyone else, but Creed was too powerful, and he was rendered useless, which is something he really hated. Creed—seeing his foes weaponless and beaten—called his comrades off since he didn't wish to hurt his beloved Train when he wasn't fighting.
After several attempts to try and convince Train to join him, Creed pulled out a deck of cards, with an evil glint in his eyes, challenging Train to a friendly game of poker. The deal was, if Train lost, he would stay with Creed while the others left, but if Train won, he would let him and all his friends leave peacefully. Train, being the competitor that he was, accepted the challenge, claiming he could beat Creed with his eyes closed.
What Train failed to realize, which was pointed out to him by Sven, was that he had no money. Creed's response was a perverted smile followed by an explanation that money was not needed, since they wouldn't be playing for it. At everyone's confused expressions, Creed spoke two words Train never wished to hear from his enemy: Strip Poker. Still, Train accepted, this time claiming the only skin Creed would be seeing was that of his fist colliding with his face.
Another fact he overlooked, which was pointed out to him by Rinslet, was that… he didn't know how to play poker…
After a brief, and rather quick, explanation by Creed, the silver haired man shoved everyone out of the room, leaving him and Train alone. Sven and Rins told Train to shout if things started to get out of hand. Once everyone was gone, they were ready to play. Well, Creed was ready, Train was still trying to work out all the rules in his head.
As time went on, Train started to realize how bad he was at this game. His socks and shoes were gone, along with Hades, his gun holster and choker. Creed lost some clothing as well, after Train miraculously won very few hands, however, it was only his shoes and socks.
He eyed Creed wearily over the top of his cards, which he was taking refugee behind. "How can I be sure you're telling me the truth about what hand beats what?"
Creed merely shrugged his shoulders and eyed his own cards. "You'll just have to trust me, Train."
"That's the thing, I don't. I want Sven or Rins in here, so I know you're telling me the truth."
The pale man laughed and smiled at Train. "I can't do that, Train. If they were here, they'd only be telling you every one of your hands beat mine, and you'd agree. I kept my comrades out for that very reason as well. I know you don't trust them."
Train growled again as Creed continued smiling.
"Come on, you lost this hand and you know it. Take it off."
The Black Cat narrowed his eyes at Creed once more, before ripping his jacket off and throwing it violently at the floor near Creed. The swordsman smile gratefully, picked it up, folded it, and placed it behind himself with the rest of Train's clothing.
He smiled again at his Cat, who growled even louder and tried to hide further beneath the table. "Stop giving me that look!"
"What look?" Creed asked he eyed Train with intent eyes.
Train pointed a finger at him. "That look! You're freaking me out! Stop it!"
Creed forced his eyes to meet Trains and chuckled. "You don't have much time until you lose. Why not just take the rest off now and get it over with?"
The Taoist dealt Train his cards as the Cat glared at him. As the brunette looked at his cards, Creed smiled sinisterly at the look he gave. Looking down at his own deck, he suppressed a happy glee and kept the same face as before.
"You have a really bad poker face, Train."
"Shut up…" Train mumbled as he clutched at his cards. "And stop rubbing your feet against mine, you bastard!"
Creed regretfully pulled his feet away from Train's and sighed sadly. "Do you want new cards—?"
Train had beaten Creed too it as he threw three cards face down and picked up three new ones from the deck. Creed snickered as Train made a strangled noise and sunk low. The swordsman did the opposite and sat up straight.
"I won't be needing any cards, so let's flip, shall we?"
Train grumbled something under his breath that Creed choose to ignore in favor of watching his obsession flip his cards over. Train eyed him with worry as Creed kept the same smile and flipped his over as well. The smile grew as he watched Train swallow hard and stare at his hand.
After a couple minutes, Creed raised an eyebrow. "Well?"
Train shot his eyes up at him and glowered. In one swift motion, he undid his belt, slid it off his waist and threw it at Creed, making sure to whip his hand in the process. Creed didn't even flinch at the abuse in favor of looking pleadingly at Train.
"A belt doesn't count, take off something more."
"Hey, it's clothing, it keeps me covered. If socks count, so do belts." Train explained as he looked away from Creed.
Creed sighed again and put the belt behind him. "Fine, but you only have three things left…"
"Just deal the damn cards."
He complied as he shuffled for a minute then gave Train his five, then himself. This time, Train smiled brightly as he looked at his hand. Creed's face remained the same as he looked at his beloved.
"Would you like any cards?"
Train shook his head and eyed Creed smugly. Creed, on the other hand, discarded two cards, picking up another two. His face still didn't change as Train pounded on the table.
"Reveal!"
The Black Cat flipped his quickly, never taking his eyes off Creed, who flipped his at a normal rate.
"Hm, it appears you won." Creed mused.
"That's right, Skippy. Now take it off!"
Creed smiled sensually and gripped at the edge of his shirt. "I've always dreamed of you saying that."
As Creed began to lift his shirt, Train blushed and looked away quickly. "N-no, no, no! The sword! Give me your sword!"
The pale man frowned, stopping with his shirt half lifted. "Why? That's not clothing."
Train covered the side of his face, still blushing. "You have Hades, I want the Imagine Blade." He stuck his other hand out, still not looking at Creed, "Hand it over."
Creed shrugged and sighed in disappointment. "It's not like you can use it anyway."
He handed the hilt to Train, who took it without looking at Creed and threw it behind him. Creed gasped and spoke in a frightened tone, "Be careful with that!"
Train first looked through his fingers to make sure Creed was decent before breathing deeply and turning to him fully. "It's fine, don't freak."
Creed looked behind Train at his beloved sword, then sighed in relief. He turned his attention back to the deck and dealt the cards once more. Both men picked up their hands up at the same time, only Train made another frighten noise as Creed kept the same face, even though he was jumping for joy inside his head.
Looking up at his soon-to-be partner, Creed asked again, "Do you want cards?"
Train sat there, stock still for a moment, before putting one card down, picking it back up and shaking his head. He touched a different card, then another and another, not being able to decide which to discard.
Creed began to drum his fingers on the table as he watched Train make this life or death decision. "Choose now, or I'm forcing you to flip."
Train shot another death glare at him, then looked back at his cards in thought. Finally, he pulled out two cards, put them down and picked up another two. He perked up a little as he looked over at Creed, and nodded for them to flip.
The gunman's happy moment was quickly dashed as he saw Creed's cards. Creed couldn't stop himself from laughing deviously as he looked at Train as if he were a piece of candy about to unwrap itself.
Creed leaned back in his seat, never taking his intent eyes off Train. "What will you lose now, Black Cat?"
Train was still looking at Creed's cards in defeat as he gulped loudly, sweat starting to bead down his face. He looked up at his enemy panicked, who only smiled that sensual smile again. Slowly, Train stood, hiding behind the chair as best he could as he unwillingly slipped his pants off. He ran back around the chair, pulling his shirt down as best he could and sat down quickly.
Creed's eyes were quick enough to be able to get a glimpse of Train's legs, but his shirt was long enough to cover the most desired part of his body. Train sunk low in his chair and blushed in anger mixed with embarrassment. Creed made an impatient noise which caused his Cat to look up at him hastily.
The swordsman put an expecting hand out. "Forgetting something?"
Train stared at his hand for a moment, then slapped his pants in them. Creed clutched them as if they were a life line, then brought him towards himself. Train shuddered as Creed hugged them tightly, before folding them and placing them behind himself.
Creed's look became more greedy as he eyed Train. Train could feel himself beginning to shake and sweat a little under his gaze as he looked at the deck of cards.
"Deal them. I haven't given up yet."
Creed snickered, "When will you realize you can't beat me, Train? If you agree to join me right now, I'll save you the embarrassment of stripping naked… as much as I'd like to see it."
Train glared at him. "No. I will never join you and you will never see my goodies."
Creed giggled at Train's choice of words who blushed even redder in embarrassment and folded his arms. He was starting to have trouble thinking straight and his words were coming out jumbled. This was too much pressure for him.
"Just deal the damn cards, pervert!"
With one last laugh, Creed did as he was told and dealt them each their cards. Now when Train picked up his hand, he groaned loudly and spoke in an angry tone.
"Oh, come on!"
Creed chuckled, "You'll never win with reactions like those." He sorted his own cards with the same smile.
Train narrowed his eyes at the man. "If you would change your damn face to something other than a depraved smile, maybe I'd be doing better."
"Don't blame your poor poker skills on my excellent poker face."
The Black Cat growled at his enemy as he continued sorting his cards. He looked up at Train and smiled at infuriating smile. "Would you like different cards?"
Train let out a long and tired sigh. "What's the point…?" He mumbled to himself. "Just show your cards…"
The Cat turned his own hand over as Creed did the same. If Train's groan was loud before, this one was loud enough to wake the dead. The brunette covered his head as the silver sword fighter laughed manically.
"This is too perfect!" Creed managed to get out between laughter. His smile was twisted as his eyes sparkled with delight.
Train was fidgeting uncontrollably, eyeing the door longingly as Creed's eyes burned into his flesh. Suddenly, Creed shot his eye towards the door as well and glared.
"You won't be leaving, Train. You're half naked, with no weapons and every Apostle member is standing outside that door with your friends, waiting for my signal. You won't even make it towards the door. I won't allow it…"
The gunman moaned and looked at Creed scared. He gulped loudly and gripped the bottom of his shirt, hands shaking violently. The idea of shouting out to Sven and Rins occurred to him, but at the same time, he knew it'd be pointless. They wouldn't hear and even if they did, Creed would command his comrades to kill them and rip Train's shirt off himself.
Creed's eyes were practically popping out of his head as Train successfully took his shirt off. He could feel himself drooling as his Cat looked away, beat red and shaking slightly. Creed's breathing was beginning to pick up and he felt hot all over as he memorized every muscle, every curve and skin tone of his bare chest. A little bit of his drool slipped from his mouth and splashed on the table as Creed remained blissfully unaware, he was too busy ogling Train.
Finally, Creed's heavy breathing and prying eyes became too much for Train as he turned to him impatiently. He threw his shirt at the man's face and growled, "Put your tongue back in your mouth and deal the freaking cards!"
Even Train's voice was unable to bring the pale man out of his daze, but he pulled the shirt off his face and dealt the cards on a need to see the rest of Train. Before he could, however, Train grabbed the deck away from him.
"On second thought, I'll deal. I don't trust you."
Creed blinked, but complied, handing the cards over to his Cat. Instead, he chose to watch Train longingly. Train shook himself, trying to get the feeling of Creed's eyes off him. He dealt them each their cards and felt the weight lift from his shoulders as he saw his own. He was still in this. He hadn't lost yet. There was no way Creed had a better hand than this.
Glancing at the other man, Train frowned at the look. It was still that same kinky look he'd been giving Train throughout the whole game. He couldn't figure out if that meant he had a good hand, or he was still picturing Train in his mind. Either option did not suit this Cat, but the latter of the two was slightly better. Can't he just change his expression a little?!
Train straightened himself up, which was a bad idea as Creed's eyes launched back to him and glinted perversely. He immediately shrunk back down and tried as best he could to sound confident. That was a hard task considering he was slumped low and half under the table.
"I won't be needing any—"
But he was cut off as he felt Creed's leg travel up his own and move up and down. Train's breathing hitched in his throat as Creed's foot slid up his boxers and rubbed against his inner thigh, his toes wiggling close to Train's hidden treasure. Now his breathing was getting faster and he backed his chair up, glaring and blushing at his ex-partner at the same time.
"Hands to yourself…" Train managed to stutter after regaining his composure.
Creed smiled sinfully. "That wasn't my hand…" He said as his foot caressed Train's.
Train shook and retracted his foot quickly, beginning to feel warm under the collar, even though he no longer wore one. He slammed his fist on the table top and glared. "Just deal!"
The swordsman's smile remained, "You're already holding your cards, Train…"
Train blinked and looked down at his hands. In the confusion of Creed's touch, Train had completely forgotten that he had an excellent hand.
"N-no cards." Train stated shortly as he kept his eyes away from Creed.
Creed's lips shaped into a more wicked smile as he sat back and watched Train fidget under his gaze. "I won't be needing any either…"
Golden eyes shot at blue ones and widen. Now he was worried. Why didn't Creed need cards? There was no way his hand could beat Train's, he must need something.
"Y-you sure?"
Creed smiled that same, sensual smile. "Positive."
Train looked over his cards thousands of times. He's bluffing. There's no way he can beat this. He's lying. I finally caught him lying. That's when an idea occurred to him. He looked up at the silver haired man and smiled evilly.
"How about this, Creed? This will be the last hand. Not buts. If I win, you give me back all my things and let me and my friends go."
Creed continued smiling. "And if I win, you stay and become my partner. Also, you will take off your last bit of clothing and bid me… a favor."
Train choose not to think about what that favor could be, even though Creed's eyes gave away what it was. Okay, he must have a good hand to add that to the deal, but there is no way in Hell he can beat this. Absolutely no way. Unless I have the rankings mixed up.
He mentally went over all the rankings explained to him in his head. Though Creed could have lied to him, he knew he wasn't. If that was the case, he wouldn't have lost at all, and Train would have already been stripped butt naked. He even gave me his beloved sword… He's gotta be telling the truth.
That in mind, Train nodded strongly and smiled. "I think you're going to regret that decision."
The same smile remained painted on Creed's lips as he nodded as well. Train sat up straight, ignoring Creed's eyes upon his chest, and slammed his cards down on the table, face up.
"Straight Flush." Train stated confidently.
That same, stupid smile was on Creed's face after Train put his cards down. Now, he was petrified. He could feel his face going pale and his body shaking as Creed slowly put his cards down, never taking his depraved eyes off him.
"Royal Flush." Creed stated calmly, though the hint of excitement and joy could not be hidden.
Creed laughed merrily at Train's dropped jaw. His heart was beating fast and his breathing was gaining speed as he eyed his now partner with lust. His Cat's golden eyes were fixed on the cards, trying hard not to believe that he just lost… What he just lost…
The Apostle's leader stood and slowly made his way over to Train, who stood quickly and knocked the chair back.
"You cheated! I know you did! I just need to prove it."
"You dealt the cards, Train," he said as he made his way closer to Train, who backed up.
"That means nothing! You're a sneaky bastard! You could have found a way! It's a faulty deck!"
Creed ignored his words and took another step closer, making Train take another back.
"You didn't win! This isn't over yet! Deal another round!"
Creed continued to move towards him, staring at him with that depraved look. The Black Cat kept walking backwards until he was pressed against the wall. Both of Creed's hands were placed on either side of his head as his face loomed close, smiling voluptuously.
"You said no buts, Train. You lost… Admit it and this will all be a lot easier… my Cat…"
Train's breathing was getting faster as Creed's mouth made contact with his neck, nibbling it lightly. He gasped as he felt the swordsman's slick tongue slide along his jaw line and desperately tried to move his head away.
"What are you doing?!"
Creed kissed his neck, making Train shake and whispered, "You owe me a favor. It's time to pay up."
Train yelped as Creed bit his neck violently and tried to push the man away. Creed took both his wrists, pulled them up over his head and pinned them to the wall. The pale man's face was once again inches away from his own. His lips brushed against Train's and his body pressed hard against him as he spoke.
"Don't worry, my love. I'll be gentle. Just think of this as a bonding between partners."
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Sven was pacing outside the door with Rins sitting on the ground and Eve standing next to her. She woke up several hours ago and offered to fight the Apostles by herself and get them out of there, much to Sven's distaste. They needed to get Train out too, along with their weapons. Plus, there was no way Eve could take on every Apostle of the Stars member and he wasn't about to risk her life for theirs. They tried several times to hear what was going on in the room Creed locked himself and Train in, but the door was inexplicably thick.
Eve watched as Sven paced back and forth. "He's doomed, isn't he, Sven?"
Sven stopped and looked at Eve, noting the worry in her eyes. Smiling as best he could, he walked over to her and patted her on the head, in an attempt to comfort her. It seemed to work at least a little as she smiled slightly. Though it did nothing for Sven's worried heart. It's been five hours. How long does it take to play a game of poker?!
He wanted some kind of sign. Some noise from Train that would ease his mind. His partner never played poker before and even though it was explained to him, there was no way he'd be able to learn it that quickly and beat Creed. Still, he is Train. He's surprised me with his actions before, maybe he'll do it again.
Sven looked to the door again, urging it to open and reveal Train, smiling smugly with a defeated Creed fuming behind him. Part of his wish was granted as the door began to open, only it revealed the person he didn't want to see. Creed stuck his head out, leaving only a small crack of vision.
"Echidna, send Train's friends home. He won't be leaving."
Sven tried peaking behind Creed in hopes of seeing the Cat somewhere, but was stopped as the silver haired man shot a death glare at him. The sweeper glared in returned and gritted his teeth.
"Where's Train?"
Creed smiled sinisterly, "I'm happy to inform you that Train is no longer your partner and at the moment," he turned around and smiled warmly, "He's indisposed. I would ask you to leave quietly, so as not to disturb him."
Before Sven could protest again, Creed slammed the thick door in his face, leaving him lost and confused. He turned as he felt a hand on his shoulder to see Echidna pulling him backwards into a black hole. As he was pulled through, he thought about what he saw before Creed closed the door. He clearly remembered seeing Train curled up in a ball on the floor with Creed's coat wrapped around him, sleeping peacefully. Looking at his shoulders, he could tell the Cat was bare underneath.
Who would ever think all Creed needed to do to get Train was a game of poker? Should this be ranted M? If so, let me know and I'll change it right away.