Smooth

 

Disclaimer: Legacy of Kain belongs to Edios and Crystal Dynamics not me. I am making £0.00 out of this fic, it is written purely because I have a burning need to create. Are you amazed by the fact that they are not mine . . . neither am I; I’m just a little disappointed.

 

Warning: this fic contains YAOI (GuyXGuy), blood play and a lemon, if this offends or upsets you do not read this, it’s that simple.

 

Rating: R-NC17

 

Pairing: Sebastian/Kain

 

Part: Two of four

 

Set: During Blood Omen Two with Flashbacks to the time between Blood Omen and Blood Omen Two.

 

Authoress note: My second attempt, hopefully this one will be a little bit better than the last. The whole fic is from Sebastian’s point of view. Note that the title was taken from a John smiths extra smooth glass ^_^

 

Beta read by Anne shard ^_^

 

Italics = flashbacks

 

 

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Chapter Two

 

{Sebastian}

 

Faustus was dead.

 

It was happening, he was back. It had to be him, Faustus' body had been sucked dry of everything. The guards who found him claimed that he turned to dust the minute they touched him. He had been so dry it had been like he was made of ash.

 

Nothing could have done that to a vampire except another vampire, a stronger vampire, or even a group of younger ones who had banded together. But there had been only signs of two figures. One was Faustus, the other his attacker. So that narrowed it down to Marcus, Sebastian, Vorador and Kain. Vorador had not left the Cabal's sanctuary since it had been made, Marcus wouldn't hurt his brother and, Sebastian knew he hadn't done it. That left Kain.

 

He was back.

 

Sebastian grunted as he stalked the lower city. He kept telling himself he was here to hunt, and yet he knew that wasn't true. He wasn't hungry. He felt like he would never be hungry again. The initial guilt he had felt as he had completed his betrayal had come back full force with the news that Faustus was dead.

 

It proved Kain was still alive and that he was out for blood. It was obvious that if Kain was alive then he would want vengeance. Strange, really, a lot of Kain's motivation came from vengeance: the initial destruction of the pillars, this war on mankind, and now his new rampage. Sebastian kicked himself as he leapt to another rooftop. Now was not the time to play shrink.

 

 

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The human he had been following this time was the complete opposite of his kill last night. This one was dark skinned, dark haired, dull eyed and short. He did not want a repeat of last night.

 

Once he had finally brought himself to move, he had returned home, hoping the memories would be kept at bay by the vampire sleep. But it was not to be. His entire night had been full to bursting with memories playing out in his dreams, and he had been powerless to stop them.

 

He followed his human deeper into the lower city. Then he awoke to the news that his youngest brother was dead. He sighed and leapt from building to building, following his slow moving prey with little intention. This was not in any way going to be easy.

 

Perhaps he should just give up now, end it all with a blade. Even the abyss of afterlife would be better than this Hell he now endured. It seemed that he was assaulted with trial after trial, with no hope to an end. At least in death it would be over.

 

Then he would not have to feel the guilt, he would not have to be raped and he would not have to kill the only creature he had ever felt anything for. He paused, waiting as his human stopped at a news vender. No, he couldn't just give up. Marcus would never be able to face Kain down, even if Kain was weak.

 

No, it would have to be him.

 

If he was not here to do it then, the Sarafan Lord would get his armoured claws deep into Kain's flesh. Sebastian shuddered; his Lord may want Kain dead now, but he knew that would change on seeing him. He remembered the words spoken to him when he first joined the Sarafan.

 

“You served him” His new Lord leaned over him and seemed to take a deep breath through his nose, scenting him. “You have lain with him” Green glowing eyes flashed brighter. “You have tasted him. It was such a shame he was as determined as he was, I would have by far preferred simply to keep him . . .  he would have made a most interesting toy”

 

No! Sebastian would kill Kain before that creature had a chance to even see him. He would not allow that thing's touch to grace pale flesh and ashen hair.

 

He would follow his new Lord's orders, end Kain's rampage, and then return home and end his own suffering. Then they could be together once more.

 

Tonight it would end.

 

It was easy following his human deeper still into the lower city. The human emerged into a secluded square, which held only three others, one of which appeared to be a gypsy, dressed in a similar get-up as Faustus. Guilt pierced Sebastian once again.

 

Burying his guilt, he leapt down, claws slicing deeply into the human's back, sending him down to the floor in a twitching mass. The others screamed and Sebastian leapt, sliding his claws deep into warm flesh, tearing hearts out, twisting his claws in one human's stomach, feeling the warm pulsing life within.

 

A sharp sound let him know someone was coming and he leapt upwards to avoid guards. A lone figure entered the courtyard and Sebastian smirked, dropping down for a kill on one of the remaining humans, before speaking.

 

“What poor soul has the misfortune of interrupting my feeding?” he snapped without turning.

 

“One who shares your thirst, and your curse.”

 

Oh God.

 

Sebastian felt all the hairs on his arms, legs and the back of his neck stand to attention, he was . . . right . . . behind . . . him.

 

This was it.

 

“Ah, a voice from the past,” Sebastian rambled, quickly turning, expecting to see a rage filled expression. He was shocked to find confusion filled eyes. “So, the rumours are true. Kain walks Nosgoth once again.”

 

His hair was a little longer than he remembered. It suited him longer. He remembered a joke he'd once made that his Lord would appear as a woman if he continued to grow his hair. It was not true. If anything, it only made him appear wilder, more feral and completely beautiful.

 

Other than that, he looked exactly the same as the night Sebastian had left him in rage and jealousy. His armour was identical, his stance and scent were identical. Everything was the same.

 

Sebastian could remember everything, from the smallest, most insignificant detail, right up to the most obvious and imposing. How his hair smelled and how it felt like dry rain when he ran his fingers through it, the noises he would make when you touched him and the way he would watch you afterwards. Sebastian felt his breath catch in his throat.

 

“How do you know me, creature?” Kain snapped.

 

Sebastian winced. There was fear in that tone, not much but it was definitely there. He did not want there to be fear. He longed to hear him as he had been before: small whispers, sarcasm and wit. But buried under it all had been a sharp affection that Sebastian longed to hear again. 

 

He jerked himself. NO! He had to kill him, he could not survive to meet the Sarafan Lord, Sebastian would not allow his previous Lord to fall to that fate.

 

He looked up, snarling ready to leap, but he stopped. A thin trail of blood trickled down from somewhere in the ashen hair, flowing down around a golden eye and continuing down an ivory cheek. Sebastian had to bite the insides of his mouth to stop himself from leaning forward, taking those few steps and licking it away. Golden eyes met with his and instantly Sebastian felt his bones turn to noodles and felt his head spin. Heat pooled low in his belly.

 

He had to get out of here.

 

“How I would love to dispatch you here and now,” he hissed, pleased his need didn't escape in his voice. “Yet I am required elsewhere. Goodnight.”

 

And with that he bolted.

 

Dear Gods, he was fast. Sebastian winced; no other vampire had ever been able to keep up with him when he had used his power to move faster than any creature in the world. Yet Kain, while not catching up completely, had managed to keep Sebastian in his sights.

 

Finally, giving up, he turned.

 

“How do you like my handy work, Kain?” he sneered “It's been a good night's feeding” despite the fact he had not tasted blood this evening.

 

“You're a sloppy butcher, vampire” Kain hissed. “You jeopardize your presence by such bloodletting”

 

Sebastian winced. He knew he had been careless this evening, but he had needed to do it; he had needed the release that slaughter had given him.

 

“But it isn't my presence that's in danger, Kain.  It's yours.” A cryptic warning. He needed Kain to stay away from the Sarafan until he had managed to bury his demons long enough to kill him, free him and once more be with him.

 

“You serve the Sarafan, then.” Kain tilted his head to the side.

 

Sebastian saw his muscles tense, his claws twitch. He hated the fact his once liege was wary of him. But that was not the only emotion. Shame came fast and hard, almost hard enough to send Sebastian to his knees in front of his previous Lord to beg forgiveness, to beg for oblivion, to beg to be touched by him just once more.

 

“I serve no one but myself,” he managed to talk without stuttering, for which he was proud.

 

He had always been called selfish by many; even Kain had on occasion nudged him in his ribs and dubbed him selfish before leaping at him, rolling over and over in what appeared a playful manner but with wicked intentions, each vying for the dominant position. 

 

“I had forgotten how much I loathe your arrogant tone. It would be a pleasure to silence it for good. We shall meet again” he snapped, using the excuse to leap almost vertically upwards and over a building where he knew Kain could not follow.

 

 

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Sebastian collapsed against one of the larger chimneys, his chest heaving despite not actually needing to breath.

 

“Sweet gods,” he breathed when he'd finally gotten himself under control.

 

He wiped a single blood tear from his cheek and leaned back against the chimney. It really had been him, and he was real. Another tear fell. Yet he had been different. The overwhelming anger had not been there in his eyes. Instead, confusion had taken its place.

 

“He didn't know me,” Sebastian whispered to no one, trembling against the cold stone.

 

He hadn't been able to do it, he couldn't rescue him, and he couldn't protect him from the Sarafan Lord if it meant he had to kill him. But he had to.

 

That look, it was THAT look, the look Kain had given him when they really had met for the first time...

 

 

 

Rain came down in steady constant drops, enough to kill a fledgling and seriously wound and elder.

 

Sebastian huffed as he watched with his brothers as a vampire leapt from outcropping to outcropping over the swamp. A dark cloak covered it from head to toe, legs appeared and disappeared as the creature jumped and landed.

 

“It's him” Vorador smirked. Sebastian raised an eyebrow.

 

“Truly, my Lord?” Magnus, Sebastian's only older sibling, questioned. Even he doubted that such a slight looking creature could be Kain.

 

The vampire landed delicately in front of the mansion and walked the next few steps until he was just inside the mansion. It was here he lowered the cloak's hood and shook his hair out before removing the soaked cloak completely.

 

“Damn rain” the fledgling muttered.

 

Sebastian stood aghast. That could not be him, there was no way that could be him . . . he was little more than a child, a fledgling younger than himself. There was no way this could be the destroyer of the pillars.

 

Later that evening, Sebastian found himself alone with Magnus in the library. The two were quiet, close; he was closer to Magnus than to either of his younger siblings, as Magnus understood things about him that the other two just didn't.

 

He and Magnus were more alike than either would ever admit.

 

The doors had opened and Vorador had entered with Kain in toe. The younger looked bored and it was obviously Vorador was giving a tour of some sort. Sebastian had smirked, but Magnus had been a little kinder and had stepped in to rescue the fledgling lest he die from boredom.

 

“I have much I would like to talk to you about, Kain” Magnus dipped his head to the pale fledgling, who obviously saw this as a way out and nodded rapidly. Vorador smiled and took his leave claiming weariness.

 

“Thank you,” Kain smirked as he sat across from Magnus and Sebastian.

 

“Think nothing of it” Magnus waved it off easily before turning to Sebastian for a moment, and then continuing, “I am Magnus and this . . .” he nudged his brother, “is Sebastian”

 

Kain turned and smiled at him, and Sebastian felt his insides turn to mush.

 

End Chapter Two

 

Yet another chapter done *tired sigh*

 

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