Time
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. Please also note it contains Possible
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Pairing: Kain/Raziel
Rating: NC-17
Part: One of One
Set: post Blood Omen Pre Soul Reaver
*Yay I’m out of the Blood Omen Two time frame*
Authoress note: I was
bored.
My FIRST EVER to be told from RAZIEL’S PoV!
Dedications: As always
this is dedicated to my wonderful beta reader, Odeena skywalker who without, this would be unreadable for most.
For all my
reviewers, who without I would have surely given up a long time
ago.
Time
{Raziel}
They
hadn’t made it to the bed.
They’d
only just made it into the bedroom before he felt himself lifted up, pressed
against a wall and entered with a tender desperation that spoke of weeks spent
alone. He sighed in relief and wrapped his legs around his father’s waist,
getting a better grip, allowing himself to adjust to the welcome and familure
feeling of having him inside again after so long. The pain was minimal, his
body used to this after decades of receiving it.
“God, I
missed you…” he breathed into mist white hair.
He sighed,
resting his head on a pale shoulder that had recently been bared. No doubt they
had left a trail of clothes through the hallway, which had passed in a blur of
deep kisses and fevered gropes, but he didn’t care. He couldn’t have cared less
if Kain had pulled him into his lap during the brief meeting that had ended
only moments ago and done this in front of all of his brothers and the servants.
He wouldn’t have cared. Stopping his own breathing, he listened to the deep and
unsteady breathing of his father and reconsidered. Actually, he would have
cared.
To
everyone else, Kain was a leader, a ruler, cold and emotionless; but with him,
his father dropped the masks and relaxed. Raziel nipped at the shoulder and
throat exposed to him, feeling Kain shudder against him, and he smiled. This
was perfect. This was heaven, and he wanted to keep it all to himself.
Sliding
calloused clawed hands down his sire’s back and sides, stroking smooth pale
skin, he tightened the grip his legs had and tensed his muscles, twisting a
little, trying to encourage his father to move. He jerked sharply and let out a
small yelp when Kain suddenly did move. Turning quickly, he staggered a few
steps and they fell, landing roughly on the bed. The movement made Raziel
whine, desperate for anything. Sucking in a lung full of air, he managed to
speak.
“Please
move,” he breathed, “please…” A clawed hand buried into hair the colour of
clean snow, the other twisted into the sheets. Raziel let out a cry as Kain
began to move.
His
father’s closed mouth rested against his skin for a moment before he felt a
damp tickle as blood sweat was lapped from his skin. Arching his back, he
exposed more skin and shivered when he felt teeth close over an exposed nipple,
nearly breaking the skin. The hand buried to the wrist in white hair let go and
twisted into the sheets, claws tearing the delicate material. Half his mind
spared a thought, “At least it’s the
sheet and not his hair that’s getting torn.” He was unsure what, but there
was something about his father’s hair, it screamed to be touched, stroked, pulled,
but he couldn’t control his claws when he was like this and he’d much rather
have a handful of torn sheet than a handful of his father’s hair.
He was
snapped back into reality sharply when an especially deep thrust drove straight
into his prostrate, making him scream. He’d always been the noisy one. Biting
his lip to stop any sounds quite as loud as the previous one, remembering his
brothers were probably still around the sanctuary . . . not that he cared. He
moved faster, encouraging the now quickening pace.
“Gods!” he
gasped, unable to help himself. Reaching back up, he roughly grabbed a handfull of hair again, unable to fight the urge. He could
feel himself getting closer and sucked in some quick and unneeded breaths, trying
in vain to hold off the orgasm that was trying to surface. It was too soon, too
quick, but it was always like this when Kain had been away, disappearing into
the cliffs of Nosgoth on some nameless quest, always for a longer time than the
last, each time returning needy and desperate. Every first time on his return
was always a rushed and rough experience, but later there would be slower,
longer, and more intense.
His hips bucked
out of pace on their own accord now, a silent testament to how very, very close
he was getting, but he fought, holding his breath, closing his eyes. However, despite
his closed eyes, he knew the condescending look he’d be getting, the slightly
proud gaze Kain would have at having outlasted him again. He felt his father
lean down again, pressing his weight onto him, pushing him if possible even
closer.
“Let go!”
Kain whispered, and that was all Raziel needed. Leaning upwards a little, he
sunk his fangs into his sire’s throat and lost himself. He bucked beneath his
father’s weight, jerking hard and trembling almost uncontrollably as he came. A
fantastic brightness reminiscent of the sun burned behind his eyes as ecstasy
throbbed through him, time and again.
As he came
back to reality, slowly feeling everything slip back into focus, he slipped his
teeth out of his sire’s vein, hearing how his father’s breath caught at the
action. He pulled back enough to look at him, and he caught a glimpse of golden
eyes, darker than his own before they closed. Raziel felt a sultry little smile
spread over his face. He felt the smile grow when his sire looked at him and
blinked; he knew Kain recognised the expression, but before he could open his
mouth to say anything, Raziel took advantage and threw all his weight upwards
and to the side.
He knew
he’d never have been able to do this unless Kain let him, but the acceptance of
the move only made the little smile turn to a rather devious grin. He felt
Kain’s unneeded breathing quicken and saw as his muscles tensed. He knew his
father was trying to make this last, but he shifted his hips, earning him a
strained breath. It wasn’t as if this was their last time, there would never be
a last time. He leaned down, enjoying the feeling of his skin sliding against
his sire’s, the blood sweat making them sticky, and began to lap the thin sheen
of blood from the smooth white skin while slowly rotating his hips.
The
tension bled out of his father, who allowed his head to fall back against the
pillow, eyes closed. He groaned quietly, evolved talons gripping Raziel’s hips
and beginning to move him quickly again while meeting the movements with upward
lifts of his own pelvis. Raziel groaned; despite having orgasmed
already it didn’t change the fact that this was wonderful.
It didn’t
take long.
Kain’s
arms slid up his back, pressing the two of them tightly together, and with a
nearly silent groan he lifted his hips sharply once more and came.
* * *
Raziel had
collapsed onto his father afterwards, feeling himself
move a little with the rise and fall of his father’s chest, who was still
breathing heavily. Kain’s left arm was still wrapped tightly around his waist
while his right hand was drawing intricate patterns across his shoulders and
upper back. Finally gaining the energy to move, Raziel rolled to the side,
separating the two completely, earning a sigh in response before curling into
his sire’s side, allowing himself to relax.
“Don’t you
go to sleep!” he snapped suddenly when he noticed Kain’s breathing evening out.
“I wasn’t
planning on it,” his father muttered, not opening his eyes.
“Good,”
Raziel whispered under his breath, then sobered a
little. “I missed you.” Leaning up on an elbow, he leant forwards, resting his
head on his sire’s chest. He felt a taloned hand wind
into his hair, and beginning gentle, soothing strokes down over his locks, over
his shoulders and down his back, almost the way you would stroke a cat.
“I’m back
now,” Kain sighed, content.
“You were
gone for longer this time. Tid you find anything?” A
sharp little claw danced dangerously across an alabaster chest while waiting
for an answer. Kain was silent for far too long before he finally answered.
“No.” He
opened his eyes and met those of his child. Raziel smiled a little and repeated
the same line he always used.
“If
there’s nothing out there, then stay here. I’m far more interesting than rocks and sand.” He smiled, knowing the
answer he would get, but wanting it to be different anyway, hoping that this time, his father would nod, agree with him and stay.
He sighed
quietly to himself. He was such a child at times. Kain only went away once or
twice every year or so, and only for as long as a month, maybe even less. And
still he complained. A selfish child.
“True. You
are far more trouble than rocks and sand . . .” Kain started, but was
interrupted.
“That’s
not what I said!” he snapped, cutting in. Kain just smirked.
“But . . .
there is something out there . . .” Again, he was interrupted.
“More
rocks and more sand.” Leaning forward, Raziel nipped at the pale throat,
breaking the surface in a tiny cut that bled droplets, which he quickly lapped
up, slowly starting to undulate against his father’s side. Feeling Kain turn
slightly so that more intimate areas brushed together, he purred.
“Little
hellion,” Kain breathed before rolling atop his child again.
End
Authoress note: Short, random. Wrote when I had
lots and lots of work to do but was sick to death of bloody duress and undue
influence.
Please let me know what you think,
this was my first from Raziel’s PoV so I’d really love to hear what you think.
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