Reunited
Disclaimer: Legacy of
Kain belongs to Edios and
Warning: it has to be said . . . . this fic contains YAOI
(GuyXGuy), blood play and a lemon, if this offends or upsets you do not read this, it’s that simple.
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Pairing: Kain/Magnus
Rating: NC-17
Part: three of FIVE. Right that’s it Magnus is out of control, he’s
run away with this fic!!!! I’ll have to hire help to track him down *goes off
in search of phone book* muse control?
Believe
it or not it was meant to be a one off but Magnus got out of hand.
Set: Post Smooth. Kain has left
Sebastian dead in the industrial quarter and now finds himself colliding with
another visage from his past
Authoress note: Yay I am
NOT dead and neither is this fic, Yay.
For those of you who don’t know I have just been REALLY busy, Xmas and
new year, coursework and January exams etc, but enough excuses on with the fic!
EXPRESS WARNING: LEMONY
GOODNESS
ANOTHER EXPRESS WARNING: this be a
long chapter with a lot of flashbacks ^_^
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Chapter Three
{Magnus}
Looking around the quiet and empty room from his
vantage point he had to wonder, had he actually helped? He bit his lip, knowing
the answer, but not wanting to admit it. It had been too late, Sebastian had found
out what he had done, and in his rage had done the unthinkable. He had betrayed
that which he had sworn to love.
Sebastian had always had had a fiery temper.
He cowered back suddenly on the ledge,
half wishing the wall would swallow him. One of those creatures, a jailer, was
down below. It entered the room, slowly looking around with what appeared to be
mild interest before it slithered over until it was just below Magnus who was
shaking almost uncontrollably.
It looked up, and Magnus preyed it wouldn’t see him,
wouldn’t sense him. He had no desire to go back to them and their experiments.
He winced, remembering the last one. They were ultimately trying to ‘cure’ him
of his reaction to water, taking slices of his skin away for ‘testing’, dropping
cups of the acidic fluid onto him, into open cuts.
The creature continued to look up but made no other
move. Magnus was holding his breath. Then suddenly the creature reached
forwards, its arm disappearing into the rubble. It fished about for a second before
pulling out a woman.
“NO! Please!” the woman managed before her voice
became one continuous, wordless scream.
The jailer didn’t pay any attention to her. Instead,
it straightened up, lifting her as if she weighed nothing, Magnus wasn’t
surprised at that, one of those creatures could hold him still for hours
without showing any signs of tiring. The woman let out a wordless howl as she
was carried out of the room.
He had been wrong about the room being empty.
Letting out a long sigh, he settled back onto his
ledge, letting his sore muscles relax. Yet he couldn’t stop himself from
shaking. He was trembling like a beaten child, unable to put an end to it. A
choked sob worked its way out of his mouth. Why couldn’t he find a way out of
here? Why did he have to keep running? Why couldn’t he just die?
He stopped at that last thought and hated himself
anew. He was useless, giving up, quitting when he knew others suffered worse.
Sebastian at the mercy of that daemon was just one. He tried to think. Vorador
no doubt was dead, he had been there on the day of the last battle and although
his sire would have seen the unbeatable odds he would not have fled the scene.
He would not have given up. He knew Kain was dead; the Sarafan Lord, that toxic
thing, had told him as much, and he believed him, for the monster held the
Reaver.
It had surprised him that Kain had fallen. Kain had
always seemed able to survive anything, mainly because he knew when to fight
and when to run, but . . . there was something else. Kain always seemed to just
know what to do. Magnus had never understood how his Lord just knew and he had
never questioned it.
He wished he were here now; he would know how to
escape.
He always
knew just what to do.
{Camp:
night before the final battle}
“Then just
do it,” Kain mumbled, leaning back over the desk, digging around in the papers
for one in particular. Finding it, he turned and started to walk away. “After
all, we are at war, Magnus,” Kain continued. “You could be dead this time
tomorrow.”
Magnus
blinked at that statement. Surely his lord trusted his skill enough to know it
was highly unlikely that he would die anytime soon. Kain stopped and turned,
looking at him silently for a moment, obviously knowing what was going across
his lieutenant’s mind. He sighed loudly and relented.
“I meant
what’s the worst that could happen,” he shrugged “,cease
the day and so forth.” He made a careless gesture.
Magnus’
thoughts seemed to slow to a crawl as the words sank in.
His lord
was right, what was the worst thing that could happen? And he was right about
the war, it was war, bad things happen and he could die any moment without a
sign as to his fate until the moment preceding it. He swallowed heavily, fear
curling in his gut; he would die knowing he never even tried.
That could
not happen.
Almost
without conscious thought he had moved forward. A hand had grabbed his Lord’s
shoulder and spun him round, the shock making the paler vampire more pliant.
That same hand moved with speed he thought only Sebastian was capable of and
had captured both wrists suddenly, pulling them up, over Kain’s head, while the
other hand, now free, grabbed his Lord’s jaw.
Kain’s eyes
were shocked but unafraid, he opened his mouth to ask what the bloody hell
Magnus thought he was doing, but Magnus crushed his mouth against
his in a brutal kiss and ground his body roughly against his surprisingly
slender lord, pushing them both back into one of the tents supports.
Cease the
day, he thought
He smiled slightly, remembering just how foolish he
had been when he was young, not caring about anything other than what was
happening at that exact moment, not caring what would
or could occur after.
He shifted slightly on his ledge, shuffling closer to
the wall, hoping not to be seen.
He was so different now. He hardly thought about the
moment he was living; now all he thought about was how to keep himself safe in the future, in the next day, the next week.
Again he found it bizarre that time was all he really thought about. Time. In a place that has no time, time itself become of the
essence.
He wished he could be like he had been before,
relaxed, not caring about the future, just what was
happening now. Admittedly, that kind of thought and action had lead him into
much trouble, but sometimes it had got him into absolutely amazing situations.
Kain’s
rather shocked and muffled exclamation was drowned in Magnus’ low moan. Magnus
couldn’t help but smile slightly even when he felt his Lord twist faintly, half
heartedly trying to free himself. He simply tightened his grip on his Lord’s
jaw. His legs came together, trapping his Lord’s thigh as it moved aiming a
kick at a rather sensitive area. His tongue thrust aggressively into
his Lord’s open mouth, brushing over fangs which had instinctively lengthened.
The contact made his Lord shudder.
Slowly, the shock and anger Kain
clearly felt bled out of him. Magnus almost purred when he felt his Lord relax,
his lust escalating with the simple action, only to nearly explode when he felt
his Lord move to complement the action, twining their tongues together in a wet
caress, and unhurriedly sliding his thigh upwards between the legs that had
caught it, moving it slowly back and forth over Magnus’ groin.
Magnus moaned quietly and his grip
on his Lord tightened more so. Another moan escaped him from low in his throat
as he felt an answering press of hardness against his lower abdomen.
He snapped upright suddenly when a sound disturbed
him. Looking down, he saw another prisoner, a male, newly blind by the sight
and smell of him. Magnus fancied he could still smell the outside world on this
one. He tensed and leaned forwards, tempted, despite the rules placed on his
eating habits.
Yet before he could make a move
the spider like daemons scurried into view from the doorway.
Obviously they had been following the mortal, playing with it, the cuts on the
backs of the mortals legs and back showed that clearly enough.
It angered Magnus greatly that the humans here were
able to die while he was not. Why was he an exception? He was sure it had
something to do with him being a vampire, but despite being able to survive
much physical damage there was a point that even vampires could not pass
without death. Why had this awful place destroyed that point for him?
He watched with half-hearted interest as the spider
daemons finished playing and killed their victim. The scent of fresh hot blood
made his mouth water, but he remained aloft, safe. Watching as they dipped long
thick fangs into young human flesh, he couldn’t stop the shudder that ran
through him, or the thin whine that escaped him, thankfully to quiet for the
daemons to notice.
The human let out a loud whine that sounded so
desperate it caused him to shudder again, feeling the hairs on his arms stand
to attention. He’d been amazed to find his Lord could make noises like that,
he’d never expected a needy whimper to escape Kain, yet he had found ways to
make it happen.
Kain’s face
gained a rather uncharacteristic expression of surprise when Magnus slowly
moved down. He watched almost curiously, as his lieutenant pulled his pants
down over his hips, freeing him. Magnus smiled at the expression.
Kain opened
his mouth to question, but all that came out was a sharp hiss as he was
swallowed. He managed to breathe a curse as his hands gripped Magnus’ shoulders
tightly. Magnus couldn’t help but smile around his Lord, he’d never actually
given anyone this kind of attention. De’d received it
many times, and had found that men were usually better at it than women,
although some women were most talented. But he had always avoided having to
return it; the idea had never really appealed.
Strange
then that he had suddenly found himself with a strong want to do this for Kain.
It was however rather clumsy, especially when compared to the ones he normally
received from those with more practice. But the subtle pleasured responses he
was getting made him smile.
Almost as
if it had a mind of its own, his left hand reached between smooth thighs, his
thumb ghosting over his Lords entrance. The sound making its way out from his
Lord changed from a strong guttural sound to an almost silent whimper. Magnus’
eyebrows rose suddenly; he’d not expected Kain was even capable of making
sounds like that. Smirking to himself, he wondered what other sound he could
draw forth.
He felt his
lord thrash slightly and used his free hand to press against his hips, trying
to hold him still as a clawed finger slipped inside. Kain hissed loudly,
arching his back against the support, simultaneously lifting his hips and
forcing himself deeper down Magnus’ throat.
Kain’s breath shivered with nearly
silent moans; his ivory skin however remained un-flushed. He obviously hadn’t
fed this night. Magnus wondered momentarily wether
his Lord would accept were he to offer his blood. He felt his skin tingle at
the idea, and he shuddered as all the tiny hairs all over his body stood to
attention.
His imagination running rampant, he
groaned around his lord. That simple action caused Kain to shout raggedly;
black tipped claws dug into soft skin, and he came forcefully down his
lieutenant’s throat.
The memory
made him shiver pleasantly. Yet it was not pleasant, not really. The guilt that
came with those memories had been haunting him since he’d been brought into
this hellhole. How could he have destroyed his brother, his Lord, his family,
all for his own selfish reasons?
But he
reminded himself he had never thought of the future, never thought of what
might spring from this simple yet wonderful act.
How could
he have been so selfish?
Magnus smiled, unable to stop
himself before leaning forwards, pressing the line of his body against his
lord’s perfectly, making sure Kain was painfully aware of the hard bulge in his
pants.
“Want you,” Magnus whispered
simply, nipping sharply at his lord’s ear. A bead of blood swelled, fell and
was caught on a waiting tongue. Magnus smiled at the tang and felt Kain shudder
slightly against him.
“Far be it from me to deny such an
offer,” Kain said slowly and shook his head as a smirk formed; Magnus suddenly
got the impression he was being laughed at.
He watched as Kain took a few steps
away and pushed aside a drape that Magnus had previously believed to be part of
the tent wall. His legs suddenly felt weak. Kain looked at him a moment before
speaking.
“I thought you would prefer this.
Of course if, you want to be pressed up against one of the tent supports, I’m
not about to complain.” He turned and disappeared behind the drape. “You’ll be
the one getting the splinters.”
It took a moment for Kain’s words
to click in Magnus’ mind, but when they did his legs felt weak again. Had Kain
planned on taking him? He’d never been on the receiving end before, he’d never
given up control to another, and always he’d been on top, in control. It sent
his mind spinning, the possibility of losing that control, but still he took
those steps forwards.
Those few fatal steps, the simple
movements that caused his armor to fall from his shoulders and the final step
onto the bed. Looking back, he could see how selfish it had
been, yet at the time, his Lord had been smiling . . . or at least what passed
for a smile from Kain. Everything had felt so right.
For a split second, Magnus still
couldn’t believe he’d managed to get here and was currently spread naked
beneath his Lord, shivering almost uncontrollably. But the wonderment left when
Kain smirked against his skin and reached up, kissing him deeply. Something low
down inside Magnus melted and the heat became a flame that shot through him
like fire on a paraffin trail.
He couldn’t stop the low growl that
escaped his throat as he deliberately sunk his fangs into his lord’s lower lip
and his hands reached round, cupping his lord’s ass, pulling them together more
firmly, practically grinding their hips together, as if he wanted to be
completely absorbed.
Almost without thought he felt his
hand splay and one of his fingers sought out his lord’s entrance again, slowly tracing
the rim. He smiled into the bloody kiss as he felt Kain’s muscles tense and his
hips jerk at the contact.
The kiss broke suddenly as Kain
pulled back, breathing heavily. Magnus smiled, he had always loved that about
men. There was very little guess work. You knew when you got to them.
“You were taking too long,” Magnus
murmured at Kain’s slightly surprised, slightly annoyed expression.
“I’ll take as long as I damn well
like,” Kain smirked, nuzzling firmly at the underside of Magnus’ jaw, laving at
the soft skin. Magnus shuddered as he felt deadly sharp fangs skim gently
across the soft skin of his throat once more, causing him to tingle pleasantly.
“There it is!” a cry surprised him so much that he
almost fell from the ledge he was lounging on.
They had found him again. Fear coiled inside of him
like a whip while questions raced through his mind. Why were they looking for
him so soon after the last time? Surely they didn’t want him again, did they?
No, they didn’t.
A man was dropped on the floor below the ledge, and
then the creatures turned and left without a word. The man was small, no chance in hell was he the regulation weight of
twenty stone. Yet Magnus found it hard to care. There was food, and it was his.
The human whimpered and curled into a ball on the floor. It was an inmate, but
a new one. This one had eyes that could see. Bright, brown
eyes.
The sounds at the edges of the room alerted him to the
presence of the spider daemons and he leapt to the floor, his legs shaking and
threatening to give out as he did so. The young boy screamed at the sight of
the spiders. Obviously, he hadn’t met them yet.
The boy looked at the vampire, then at the spiders,
and in a few seconds decided the vampire was the lesser evil. He bolted behind
Magnus, weak but warm hands gripping at his back.
“Please don’t let them hurt me,” the boy whispered,
and then started repeating it over and over and over, like a protective mantra.
Magnus was not in the habit of sharing his food, yet
felt his own weakness eating at him. He could fight these creatures, but it
would be easier to retreat to the ledge. So he lifted the boy, throwing his
meal over his shoulder and clambered ungracefully up to his ledge, safe.
The boy looked at him. His dark hair was tangled and
obviously dirty, the boy’s skin was smudged with dirt and dried blood, yet his
eyes were bright and his blood smelt good. The human managed a shaky smile that
threw Magnus completely. He hadn’t seen a smile in . . . so very long. The boy
noticed the vampire’s reaction and smiled a little wider, feeling safer. Stupid human.
Magnus blinked suddenly as Kain
actually smiled down at him. The expression changed his features completely.
They softened a little and became a little warmer. A shimmering pain was
visible beneath the amber in his eyes, and briefly Magnus wondered if Sebastian
had ever seen that. He swallowed and closed his eyes as the tightness in his
chest came back, stronger than normal, making him gasp for breath that rushed
away from him.
He felt like he would suffocate and
explode.
His eyes sprang open suddenly and
he yelped in surprise when he felt Kain’s hand ghost over the tip of his
manhood.
“You looked in pain,” Kain’s head
tilted to the side, “and I haven’t even done anything yet.”
Magnus smiled, his tongue flicking
out to wet his lips. It was almost painful to look at his Lord, he was just to beautiful, it almost made him want to sob. Taking a deep
breath, trying to clam his now hammering heartbeat, and closing his eyes again,
he tried to relax, tried to stop the ache in his chest. He shuddered when he
felt long clawed hands return to his chest, slowly moving over his skin. One
closed over a nipple, making him gasp, while the other wandered down over his
abdomen.
He tried to stop a whimper when he
felt his Lord’s mouth close over the other nipple, but he failed and it came
out more of a squeak. He felt his lord smile against his skin and felt blunt
front teeth close over the defenceless bud of flesh, making him arch his back, pressing
himself harder against his Lord.
The hand left his other nipple and
joined its twin down on his abdomen, rubbing at his sides but venturing no
lower, drawing dangerously close to where he wanted them, but remaining just
shy. Frustration caused him lift himself slightly to glare down at Kain and
growl loudly. Kain drew back slightly and blew on the abused nipple, before
planting an almost chaste kiss on his mouth.
Hands finally gave up their
procrastinating and ventured lower, still avoiding where Magnus wanted them to
be. Kain smirked wider, knowing what he was doing to his frustrated companion,
but it wasn’t long before he showed mercy.
Magnus cried out in relief and
shock, slamming his head back against the pillow just missing the headboard as
one hand gripped his throbbing shaft and slowly slid up and down the length of
it, with slow deliberate movements. The other hand dipped down and cupped his
sac gently, massaging it.
Magnus groaned aloud and began to
move his hips into the movement, his unneeded breath coming out in loud pants.
He whimpered when the hand teasing his sac was removed. He blinked, watching as
Kain pulled back and sucked a finger into his mouth before reaching back
down.
Despite how wonderful this felt,
Magnus couldn’t help the tiny bud of fear that grew inside him. He had been
with men before many times, but always in the dominant position. He found it
hard to believe he was yielding now, but secretly he was quite pleased that it
was his Lord to be the first to take him this way.
He gave a sharp little gasp when he
felt the finger enter him. It wasn’t that bad. But a small lump of confusion
hit him. When he had done that to the others they had gone wild, yelling and
screaming like wild animals. Had they lied? Even after seeing the reaction time
and time again he still found it hard to believe that having something shoved
brutally into your ass could feel good.
He was proven wrong.
The boy was dead.
Magnus blinked suddenly as if coming out of a trance.
He had been obviously hungrier than he thought. He looked down at the mess he
had created. The bloody mess lying next to him was only just recognizable as
human. The boy’s clothes were torn, tatters in his claws, his throat had been
torn out and several deep wounds on his torso still ebbed. He lent down to lick
them clean.
He couldn’t remember what he had done. His mind had
been lost in the very dangerous memory he had triggered, yet looking down gave him
an idea. Bloody pulp was all that remained of the boy’s lower anatomy, and the
taste of blood and essence in his mouth let him know exactly what he had done.
Sighing, he pushed the used carcass down watching as
it fell to the waiting spiders bellow that raced forwards to devour what little
remained of the boys flesh. Magnus shuddered, he hated
what he had become almost as much as he hated what he had once been. He hated
the fact that now he could never just take a victim; he always tore them apart,
unable to remember exactly what he had done, only left to guess by the remains.
Using a claw, he fished a pulpy shred of flesh from
his teeth and flicked it at the spiders. Surely if those daemons had minds they
must wonder why Magnus did not eat the flesh. He shook his head suddenly as
images of that night fought violently to come back into his mind. He did not
want to remember, he didn’t, didn’t want to know how much he had enjoyed that
night, how his selfish pleasure had far outweighed anything else that night.
But it was a losing battle.
He gasped, tossing his head to the
sides, biting down on the insides of his mouth and moaning helplessly as a
second finger found its way inside and began to torture the spot without mercy.
The sensations racing from that spot and the hand on his now straining manhood
caused his legs to shake, all the muscles in his back and stomach tensed.
“Oh dear gods!” he yelled, unable
to stop himself. “Don’t stop . . . please!” he bucked his hips desperately,
claws burring themselves deep into the bedding, tearing it.
A pathetic whimpering sound was
escaping him from low down in his throat as he bucked helplessly. The pounding,
thunderous pleasure continued to rise inside him and with a final sobbing cry
everything whited out.
To be continued in chapter four
Authoress
note: That’s not the end of the fic or the lemon just the
end of this chapter ^_^ See I haven’t died.
I sure as hell use a lot of flashbacks in this
chapter . . . wow.
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