Do Not Weep
A Prequel to Smooth
Disclaimer: Legacy of Kain belongs to Edios and Crystal Dynamics not me. I am making Ł0.00 out of
this fic, it is written purely because I have a burning need to create.
Although I would like to own Vorador . . . then he’d be mine.
Warning: this fic contains YAOI (GuyXGuy) and a lemon, if this offends or upsets you do not read this, it
that simple.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Kain/Sebastian
Setting: post Blood Omen, pre Blood Omen Two
Authoress note: This fic gave me grief for at least six
months, it was wrote, deleted, re-wrote, re-deleted and re-wrote again. Then it
was burned and buried, I have now found it and changed it beyond reckoning, shaping
it into something which hopefully will pass as acceptable.
Italics mean either flashbacks or thoughts
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{Sebastian}
They
had been called back home, back to the mansion in the swamp.
There
had been talk of war for a long time now, so long that
Sebastian couldn’t quiet remember when he had first heard the whispers
or felt the tension in the land.
It
was slowly becoming more and more dangerous to be a vampire in Nosgoth,
villages were setting up more watches, more men were training to become hunters
and people were quicker to react with spears and swords to rumours that before
would only have received a shrug. Up until recently he had laughed at the
thought of war, in his mind war was far too drastic an outcome. He had scoffed
when the subject was raised in taverns often saying ‘A few over enthusiastic witch hunts does not a war make’. However
after months of listening in taverns and brothels, a few months watching the
mortals become more and more agitated and a few months of having to flee nearly
every village he stopped in; he had come to accept that maybe something really
was actually going to happen.
But
why war? Why now? What could have caused such a loud mortal outcry?
He
hunted around for answers in areas where brave men fear to tread and had
discovered a few plausible answers to his questions. Vampiric numbers had been
slowly on the increase for some time now and as a result mortal loses had also
been rising. This fact was being exploited by those in charge, or more
specifically those who wanted to be in charge. Sebastian had lived through a
change in the balance of power before and it hadn’t been overly pleasant, many
terrible things had happened; he’d died for one thing. He had been a young
mortal officer and had fallen at the claws of a vampire, only to wake a day
later as what he hated.
However
neither of these two reasons was enough to cause a war, the main cause for war
was an event that occurred a few years ago when the pillar guardians were
murdered by a vampire. This little event had been observed by two schools of
mortal thought, there were the mortals who saw the guardians as a bigger threat
than the vampires, tearing the world apart with their magic; and there were
those who saw the guardians as the tragic martyrs of a cruel and merciless
vampire. Those who wished to be in power were now using this event to exploit
the human’s fears and rally them into War. Sebastian himself was unsure how to
view the falling of the pillars, at first he had doubted the truth of it but
when presented with proof he was unsure whether to admire the stranger’s
bravery or to curse his foolishness.
For
it was he who had caused a war that the vampires were destined to lose.
But
the cause of events mattered little now that they were in motion and Sebastian
and his brothers had been called back home, to the mansion in the swamps by
Vorador. It had been at least five years since they had all been together. The
group often found it difficult to work together; arguments rose easily and
quickly; usually escalating into matters far worse than they really should be.
Often trivial rivalries would lead to spilt blood and mauled limbs.
Sebastian
jumped suddenly, jerked from his thoughts by Vorador’s entrance into the ‘dinning’ room; his surprise made Faustus
snigger and before Sebastian had really thought about it he was getting to his
feet with the intention of ripping Faustus a new mouth in his belly. Vorador
seeing this sighed loudly, sat down and rubbed at his temples as if suffering a
headache; Sebastian winced apologetically at his sire, sat back down himself
and tried in vain to ignore his two younger siblings.
“I
had hoped with the threat of war,” Vorador began “that you would manage to put
aside your petty differences and fight as one.”
“Sire
they . . .” Marcus began but fell silent when Vorador
raised a talloned hand, Sebastian couldn’t help but smirk. It was a very
childish sort of glee that spread through him when his two younger siblings
were put down.
“I
have called back to me all my fledglings, I am raising an army,” the emerald
vampire snapped “but it will not be an army until it has leaders, right now our
only defence against the Serefan is an . . . an untrained rabble.” He sighed
again “tell me, did you all want to die?”
“Sire,”
Magnus spoke up “we have no wish to die, the . . . the severity of the
situation is . . .,”
“It
is far more severe than you could know,” Vorador interrupted “I have witnessed
Genocide twice now, please don’t make me have to do it again,”
“Sire,”
Faustus actually managed to look apologetic, Sebastian made a face, there was
no way that could be sincere Faustus was just too much of a lout for it to be
sincere
“I
have given you the chance to lead and so far you have all simply bickered
amongst yourselves, you’ve been here three weeks now and not once have any of
you even looked at the army, none of you have made judgements on what we should
prepare and none of you have even made the effort to speak with your troops.”
Sebastian
winced at that comment because it was true, their sire had trusted them to lead
and they had done nothing but argue amongst themselves, at this rate the
vampires were going to fall prey to the mortal’s fears and it would be their
fault that the vampires went down without a fight. Guilt suddenly bit at
Sebastian along with a grim sense of determination. They were not children they
should be able to work together like any other army and so they would, they
would not fail the vampire race, they would not die lying down.
“We
will not fail again Sire,” Sebastian nodded resolutely, Vorador smiled at him
and Sebastian had to stop himself looking away, it was not a pleasant smile,
one he would never have liked directed at him.
“No
you will not fail, because I am not giving you the task of leadership,” Vorador
looked smug,
“Sire?” Magnus looked appalled, out of all of his siblings
it was him who truly wished to lead, him who truly found it honourable and
right to lead the vampire army against the humans. “If not us then . . . then
who?” he demanded then at Vorador’s expression coughed and rambled “who else
would be worthy of leading your army,”
“Flattery
is a tackles art Magnus,” Vorador mumbled “and I have already come to the
conclusion of who I will have lead.” Part of Sebastian
froze in fear at those words while the other part melted in relaxation. He
would not be responsible . . . but who would be?
“Sire?” Marcus asked beating Sebastian to the question.
“Kain
and I met a long time ago,” Vorador smiled “we found we had a lot in common and
decided to take over the world together.”
* * *
The
brothers did not take well to the prospect of being subjected to the leadership
of one they did not know. They had had many questions about their new leader
but their father was sparse in answering them and the information he did give
them only wounded their pride more. It was hard enough to imagine following
someone you do not know to a war you do not think you can win, but to find out
that someone is centuries younger than you was a serious blow to the brothers
pride.
However
over time the wounds to their pride healed. Faustus was the first and most
accepting, he seemed to care little for leadership and responsibility; all
Faustus cared about was the fact that he survive, that he be on the winning.
Magnus was more surprisingly next to follow; as the eldest of the four Magnus
would have been the unofficial leader of the brothers and to have that just stripped
away should have been a serious blow but Magnus was also the most reasonable
minded of the group and after a few nights sulking claimed that he understood
the survival of the race was more important than his pride.
Marcus, no
one could be sure about, Marcus always seemed in a foul mood and nothing had
really changed, if Marcus was still angry that they were to follow a vampire so
much younger than themselves or if he found something new to belly ache over
his attitude was always the same. Sebastian was distressed that his sire no
longer trusted him and his brothers to lead but then he also knew his Sire was
right and that working together they weakened the vampires
chances for survival. So that having them individually was much better.
Vorador’s rational of separating them did make a lot of sense to Sebastian. But
to follow someone who had had never met before, someone with so much less
experience; how was he supposed to follow someone who he had never met, someone
who he didn’t know whether to trust or not?
It was
hard for the brothers to believe the stories Vorador told of the fledgling set
to lead them, not only because of wounded pride but also because of facts.
Young vampires were completely dependant on their sires until they were nearly
a century old, sometimes it took longer and according to Vorador’s stories this
set Kain at three years and no one had ever heard of a fledgling actually
surviving on its own.
* * *
Vorador
had not asked anyone to be at the front gates tonight to meet Kain on his
arrival but Sebastian knew there would be a small crowd, to many rumours had
been spread to not spark an interest in the vampires of the mansion. No doubt
everyone would want to see what all the fuss was about. That said it did not
surprise Sebastian in the least when he almost collided head first with his
elder brother.
“You too, huh?” Magnus asked Sebastian nodded
smirking, Magnus was perhaps the most curious of the elder fledglings,
Sebastian was a little surprised that Magnus was not already at the gates
barrelling Vorador with questions.
“I
just want to see what someone who could pull down the pillars single handed
being only a month or so old at the time, looks like.” Sebastian shrugged
trying to look distant and disinterested but obviously failing.
“Yes
of course Seb,” Magnus grinned “you just were mildly interested,” he punched
his brother’s shoulder “you haven’t said a word about anything else for three
weeks now; honestly I thought Vorador was going to tear out your tongue
yesterday.”
“I
am curious,” Sebastian admitted, there was no shame in
being interested “Vorador’s description of his power and his reckless nature
has . . . sparked my curiosity.” Manus smiled widely amused by his brother’s
attempt to hide just how interested he was, Vorador hadn’t just explained about
the new fledgling’s power, he’d given a full description also and Magnus had
watched Sebastian’s eyes catch fire. His brother was more than interested.
“I
doubt that’s all the stories sparked,” Magnus grinned, Sebastian felt his face
burn
“Just
what is that supposed to mean?” he asked indignant, Magnus grinned wider at his
brothers’ reaction to his teasing.
“Nothing,”
Magnus tried to look innocent “its just you seem a little too interested.”
“TOO INTERESTED!” Sebastian almost roared “he’s
going to lead us into battle, a battle in which the odds are stacked against us, I simply want to know what kind of creature he is,”
“Sure
you do,” Magnus nodded, Sebastian opened his mouth to roar at his brother but
stopped himself as they arrived at the front gates. The rain was coming down in
steady constant drops enough to kill a fledgling and seriously wound and elder.
Sebastian’s estimation had been right, there were quiet a few fledglings
gathered around the main entrance waiting for a glimpse of the new comer.
Together the brothers pushed through the small crowd.
“You
almost missed him,” Vorador smirked at his children as they appeared beside him
“he entered the swamp ten minuets ago, he should be here by now.”
“You’re
keeping a close eye father,” Magnus muttered but fell silent at the glare he
received, the comment had obviously been taken as insinuating Vorador feared
the newcomer.
“Kain
is . . . dangerous, very dangerous but he is also the only one who . . .
there.” Sebastian looked to his father
who was frowning out at the swamp, he followed his fathers line of sight, a
vampire was leaping
from outcropping to outcropping over the swamp. A dark cloak and
coat 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.
Suddenly
Sebastian’s heart leapt into his throat as the ground the fledgling landed on
crumbled and gave way, the reaction startled him somewhat as he didn’t even know
this one yet his body was reacting as if he was a close friend. He felt his
eyes widen as the fledgling disappeared in a cloud of mist and reappeared on an
embankment. He had a mist form, Sebastian was somewhat impressed, the old
vampire powers were slowly fading now, becoming rarer and rarer, it had been a
few years now since anyone had developed the power to shift and change their
form.
“I
haven’t seen mist in years,” Magnus breathed, Vorador smirked and glanced to
his now very interested childe.
The
cloaked fledgling landed a little way in front of the mansion and walked the
few steps it took to enter the front door. He stopped inside and shook himself
a little and droplets of muddy water flew onto Magnus’ frock coat. The cloaked
fledgling looked to Magnus but before he could say anything, Vorador was
dragging him off to be dried and fed and before anyone could get a good look at
him Vorador had teleported them away. Sebastian sighed, Vorador had a harsh
temper but his parental protectiveness was stronger still, yet as the
fledglings around the door were starting to return to their duties Vorador
whispered to Magnus and Sebastian.
“The north wing Library we will
meet you there.”
“He can’t be that
powerful,” Sebastian muttered absently as the two made their way to the library
after returning to Magnus room, so he could change his coat “I mean what people
say . . . it’s not all true; it can’t be.”
“I doubt there is much
truth, no one has had the power of bats in over thirty years now, and not even
Vorador has enough raw magical energy to summon lightening.” Magnus smiled a
little at his brother, wondering how long until Sebastian would admit his
‘interest’.
“You’re right,”
Sebastian breathed but he didn’t look convinced “but . . . but what if he can?”
“Well so what,” Magnus
answered “he’s still just a fledgling,”
“Vorador said
something strange the other day,” Sebastian swallowed “he said . . . Kain
shoulders a much greater burden than he realizes. What if . . .” He stopped as they
approached a door with the painting of a blue winged creature.
The two paused outside the door, they could hear Vorador snapping at what
sounded like Marcus, Sebastian laughed.
“They’re
at it again,” he mumbled. The two entered the library to see Vorador, Faustus
and Marcus but no other “where’s . . .” Sebastian
began but was interrupted
“He’s
on his way, I had him shown to rooms,” Vorador answered before Sebastian could
even finish the question.
“But
Sire,” Marcus began, obviously picking up from where he left off “after seeing
him, are you really certain it’s wise for him to be
the . . .” the arguing fledgling was stopped as the main door to the library
slammed open. Sebastian span to look at the newcomer only to have his heart
stop dead in his chest.
This
creature couldn’t be what had pulled the pillars down surely? It was . . .
young a lot younger looking than Sebastian had expected, couldn’t have been
long out of education, if it had gone to any that was but by the look of it,
the shape of his face the way he walked and held himself Sebastian knew this
had been a noble at one point and by the frightening looking sword he could
tell he was a fighter to. The fledgling was dressed in a now dry long blue
coat, his hair looked as if someone had just attacked it with a brush, but it
shone in the candle light beaten into submission by whomever
had wielded the brush. However swamp muck still covered his boots.
Sebastian
swallowed again, this was not what he had been expecting, he was . . .
beautiful.
In
that instant he knew the stories were true and his heart started hammering as
if trying to escape his chest.
“Some
host you are,” the fledgling said calmly sitting across from Vorador, “leave me
to get lost in this labyrinth you call a home,”
“Nice
to see you as well Kain,” Vorador smiled. “You look . . .”
“Wet
actually,” Kain snapped shaking his still slightly dam hair, “in case you
haven’t noticed it’s been raining for the last three nights,”
“Yes,”
Vorador nodded “I did notice, tell me, did you approve of your room?” Kain
raised his eyebrows
“Planning
on keeping me here?” he asked
“I
was . . . for a short time, yes.” Vorador answered “and before you say anything
arguing isn’t going to be worthwhile,” Kain opened his mouth to do just that
but Vorador cut him off “please hear me out, I’m sure a good meal, warm bed and
some company will do you the world of good and improve your mood somewhat,” the
elder looked around as the door opened and ‘food’ was brought in. “you must be
hungry.” Vorador stated it was not a question.
“No
actually.” Kain refused “I ate before I got here, I will however take the offer
of a bed.”
“You
do look worn,” Vorador breathed and Kain pulled a face surprising Sebastian at
the childish action “go then rest, but I wish to speak to you very soon.”
“Joy,”
Kain muttered and stood, “can I have a map before I go,” he snapped
* * *
And so
Kain came to be at the mansion.
The next
month passed smoothly for most of the residents, Marcus however seemed to make
it his personal mission to make everyone as miserable as he was; many however
ignored him. Sebastian was another for whom the month did not go smoothly but
for a very different reason to Marcus. Marcus’ problem was that he did not like
the new fledgling while Sebastian’s was that he liked him a little too much.
Sebastian
was becoming very confused, if it had simply been a bodily reaction he could
have dealt with it, he would have gotten over it but this was more than simple
physical infatuation. True there was a very physical side to his attraction,
every stupid smile made his insides melt, every word made him shiver, and every
accidental touch had made his head spin. But there was also a stronger
emotional reaction and this was what was confusing him it was so strange that
he could feel so intensely about someone he had known for such a short time. No
one had ever had this kind of effect on him before, none of those he had slept
with and proclaimed to love had ever been able to knot up his insides the way
this damn fledgling did.
It was
actually painful for him now to be apart from Kain, it made him feel like a
part of himself were missing. It was like he had
become a slave, he lived for his smile, for his approval, for his love. It was true
he had ‘loved’ others in the past but when he looked back on it now it felt
shallow and meaningless compared to how he felt currently.
And he
liked it.
* * *
Sebastian
tensed everything he could possibly tense ready to take the blow but after a
moment of nothingness he opened his eyes, the human was stood in front of him
in the same position they had been when they had swung at him, it was as if he
was frozen. Yet not frozen, he couldn’t seem to move his limbs but his face
worked perfectly and a stream of terrified profanities poured from his mouth.
Sebastian turned at a petrified gurgle and frowned; the remaining three humans
were all stuck in position as well; he turned to Kain who was smirking in a
moronic fashion.
“What
did you do?” he asked amazed, reaching out he pushed the human in front of him
and watched as the mortal fell gracelessly and still frozen to the ground, he
listened as Kain sniggered
“They
are unable to move as the spell holds them for a time,” Kain’s smirk couldn’t
help but grow at the fascinated look on Sebastian’s face, something between
complete adoration and total amazement. The Ashen haired vampire shook his head
slightly, he liked that expression far to much.
“They’re
still aware then?” Sebastian asked leaning over the fallen human who was
glaring at him with more hate and fear than Sebastian had seen in a long, long
time
“Perfectly,”
Kain nodded, his smirk turned into a savage grin that made Sebastian’s blood
run cold in fear but boil at the same time.
He
both wanted that grin aimed at him and away from him, the duel emotions made
his head spin. How could one so reckless control so much power? The idea
terrified him but only for a moment as a sudden scary amount of lust coursed
through him like fire, such power with such little control, there was something
about the danger something about the fact that one so ‘delicate’ and beautiful
should be so powerful, it made Sebastian burn.
Kain
watched him with an odd expression for a moment before shrugging and sending
the reaver through one of the frozen mortals. Sebastian watched as the human
fell and for a moment he fancied he could see the soul being sucked into the
blade but shook his head, shaking the image away. He had problems enough at the
moment he did not need to sit here and romanticise the bloody soul Reaver.
Vorador had in the time since Kain’s arrival explained much about the blade and
it had surprised everyone how much he knew of it. He had also seemed very edgy
when he found out Kain had the blade, Sebastian didn’t understand the real
reason but was sure it was linked to Kain being the Balance guardian.
“We
should move,” Kain muttered looking west towards the village.
Sebastian
felt his nose twitch as a different scent came suddenly closer, more mortals.
Kain seemed to notice at the same time and span on his heal sending a glowing
red bolt of energy into the bushes; to Sebastian’s horror a man stepped out,
dropped his weapon and seemed to be shaking badly. It only took a second for
what ever Kain had done to him to start; Sebastian stood and watched as the
man’s skin fell from his bones. At once horrified and captivated he looked to
his Lord.
“Move
sounds like,” he swallowed “a good idea,” he edged away from the magically
flayed corpse.
They
were on a rescue mission, three fledglings had been captured and Vorador being
revolted by the loss of vampiric life had sent them to the small village with
the order to save what they could. It was odd for them to launch a rescues
mission with just two but Manus, Faustus and Marcus were away scouting villages
for more fledglings and possible battle sights; leaving Kain and Sebastian. The
village wasn’t far from the swamp and the two made good time, it was only a few
short hours after sunset when they approached the main gate into the village.
Sebastian
paused and ducked into the foliage as they came into site of the gateway. Kain
remained on the path and turned to look at Sebastian as if he’d just grown an
extra head.
“What
on Nosgoth are you doing?” Kain asked as Sebastian stood up and stepped out of
the bush he’d leapt into with as much dignity as possible.
“Hiding
from the guards on the gate . . . why are you not.” He frowned, the men on the gateway had
noticed them now and Sebastian could see that they were watching them in a very
peculiar way.
“I
don’t need to,” Kain couldn’t help but smirk “and neither do you,” reaching
forwards Kain grabbed Sebastian’s arm and almost dragged the older fledgling
towards the gateway. The gatekeepers watched them closely as they walked
through Kain smirked at them as one raised an eyebrow “excuse my pretty
friend.” He leaned over to whisper something to one of the gatekeepers, after a
moment the gatekeepers smirked and nodded letting the vampires past.
“What?”
Sebastian asked hearing the guards sniggering. He turned to Kain and glared
hard but the glare melted instantly when Kain smiled at him. Sebastian shook
himself trying to remember why he was so angry “what did you say to them?”
“I
told them you were a little drunk,” Kain answered, Sebastian glared again “you
jumped into a bush Sebastian. What was I supposed to say, you love plants . . .
. a lot? ”
“Why
didn’t they stop us?” Sebastian asked swallowing his pride at being dubbed ‘a
drunk’ “they looked at you as if you were a man,”
“Beguile,”
Kain answered, “and I am a man, encase you were wondering.” The look he gave
Sebastian was nothing short of predatory and Sebastian looked away trying not
to blush, he hated this teasing streak that Kain seemed to have inherited from
Magnus; far too often it struck a little to close to home.
“Well
I . . . . I wasn’t . . . I mean,” Sebastian mumbled but was interrupted
“We
have to find an alley,” Kain interrupted, Sebastian frowned noticing a fine
sheen of blood sweat on his lords brow “this spell uses a lot of power and I
can’t hold it around both of us for long.”
Finding
an alley was easy the village was practically made up of them however deciding
what to do after that was more difficult. The village was cramped full of
humans, many of which were armed, despite their poor skill the mortal would win
through sheer numbers if it came down to a fight between them.
“We
can’t just walk out onto the streets,” Sebastian muttered “we’ll be killed
instantly and we don’t even know where they’re holding the fledglings,”
“That
I can find out,” Kain answered looking smug, slowly glancing out of the alley
he smirked widely at a mortal then went completely still. Sebastian frowned
“Kain?”
he whispered his General didn’t respond “Kain!” He reached out to touch the
pale fledgling; but his hand met with a barrier inches away from Kain’s skin
and Sebastian winced as it sent a small lightening like shock through him.
Behind the barrier Kain still didn’t move, it was as if his soul had left his
body. Luckily as Sebastian was starting to panic Kain shook himself and the
barrier faded.
“Town
square, they’re bound to poles, I think they’re going to be burnt,” Kain paused
stalking towards the end of the alley and peering round onto the street “and
before you ask it was a mind control,”
“You’re
amazing.” Sebastian breathed before he could stop himself and froze as Kain
turned and looked at him, but to his surprise the fledgling general actually
blushed slightly under the praise before turning away.
“Rooftops then?” Sebastian coughed, Kain nodded and
they leapt upwards. The height gave them a clear view of the village and
Sebastian instantly spotted the fledglings, his embarrassment and confusion at
Kain’s reaction lessening as he occupied himself with more . . . productive
activities.
“There
they are,” Sebastian pointed
“I
can see them,” Kain muttered sounding as if he were concentrating hard, the
fledglings were being held in a small yard behind the town hall, surrounded by
fifteen mortals armed with swords and armour.
“How
are we going to get them away from the humans?” Sebastian asked and tried to
think of a way, there was always the idea of distraction, they could let
themselves be seen, draw the mortal guards away before doubling back. Or they
could panic the group or . . . suddenly Kain stood held out his hand, a green
orb of energy filled his palm, he grinned that blood boiling grin at Sebastian
and tipped his palm letting the orb fall, landing on a single mortal on the
edge of the group.
“Rot,”
Kain whispered and instantly the human’s flesh began to do just that, he melted
in seconds. The group yelled and started to panic
“That’ll
work,” Sebastian muttered standing as well
“It
gets better,” Kain grinned and laughed as the rotting mortal was pushed into
several whole humans, the liquid it seemed was contagious and those touched
also began to decay at a rapid rate.
It
only took three minuets before the whole group was gone.
“You’re
showing off now aren’t you,” Sebastian laughed
“Maybe,”
Kain admitted, and before Sebastian could ask himself why Kain would be showing
off to him, Kain drew him from his thoughts “Don’t touch it,” Kain said before
leaping down and skirting around the green, foul smelling pus that covered the
ground. “Wouldn’t want to rot that pretty face now would we?” Sebastian nearly
chocked before regaining his self control. He hated this teasing!
“What
was it?” Sebastian asked, he was beginning to understand why Kain had been
capable of pulling down the pillars
“Font
of putrescence,” Kain muttered absently as he clambered ungracefully onto the
platform where the fledgling were waiting bound to posts ready to be set
alight. “it causes mortal and immortal flesh to rot
and is potent for some time afterwards,”
“It
smells,” Sebastian mumbled as he to untied a captive fledgling, Kain laughed at
him, the smile made him blush and Sebastian had to pause for a moment and
swallow heavily as a lump formed in his throat. Was his general flirting with
him? Or was he just teasing like Magnus always did?
“Yes
it does,” Kain smirked “but wouldn’t you after rotting in about three seconds?”
Sebastian nodded and looked out across what was the village
“You
can’t have killed all the guards, we’d better go before they regroup,” he spoke
with authority making Kain raise an eyebrow but he agreed anyway and the five
of them leapt down from the platform and started towards the outer wall of the
village using alleys and rooftops; occasionally having to hide or slaughter
some hapless mortal.
They
made it at least half way before the shouts of anger and clang of metal weapons
reached their ears, instantly they broke into a run, no longer caring about
stealth and hoping to be out of the village and into the woods before the
villagers caught up. But the village guard were not as stupid as they seemed
and the gate to the village was closed when the vampires reached it. Primitive
arrows flew down from the wall and Sebastian kicked down a door to one of the
shops, ushering the fledglings inside.
“What
now,” he asked Kain “we need to get past that gate,”
“Stay
here, go when the gate opens,” Kain spoke without looking at him and turned and
bolted out of the building. There was the sound of footsteps on the rooftop
then a loud cry and thump, sticking his head out of the doorway Sebastian saw
that the guards on the wall had been thrown down; grinning he moved the
fledglings towards the gate which was slowly opening.
“Who
needs a locksmith,” Sebastian grinned as Kain leapt down from the wall, the
general looked confused for a moment before smiling a little at the comment, Sebastian could tell he didn’t get the joke.
It
was defiantly becoming more and more plausible to believe that Kain had single
handed torn down the pillars, it was an amazing feat but now Sebastian could
see the raw power that ran just under Kain’s skin and he knew it was all true.
The fledgling was physically strong but it was with magic that he was truly a
force to be reckoned with.
“Bugger,”
Kain snapped turning to look as the village guard turned a corner, the gate was
rising slowly and the fledglings were ducking underneath it in an effort to
escape. Kain turned to face the on coming mob and Sebastian pulled on his arm
“Don’t
be stupid, you can’t take on that many head on, you’ll die,” Sebastian felt
fear at those words, what if Kain did die? Why did that thought suddenly
terrify him? But as he was thinking an invisible force shot past him and upwards,
the sky rumbled ominously and lightening fell from the heavens, hitting several
of the guards.
A lightening spell.
The
lightening spell that even the pillar guardians hadn’t
always been able to master. The remaining guard stopped, Sebastian looked to
Kain who was sweating, the constant use of magic taking it toll on the
fledgling.
“Go,
now,” was the barked order as he shot a clear bolt of energy into the now on
coming group, Sebastian watched as a soul was torn from its mortal coil.
Kain
did it again and again before the remaining mortals reached them. Sebastian was
morally torn, the fledglings on the other side of the gate were screaming at
him to come but he couldn’t leave Kain. He couldn’t leave the fledglings
either, they needed him. They needed him to show them back to the mansion, the
poor creatures were terrified, it was his duty to rescue them but then he
couldn’t leave Kain, the constant use of his magic wearing at him, leaving him
to tired to shift his form to escape, he could die, he could die! Sebastian
felt heat under his skin as panic stole through him; he recognised blood rage a
split second before he leapt.
It
was over in half a minuet,
“You
are a bloody fool,” Kain snapped lifting him “why would you do something like
that!” Sebastian winced as he was lifted and instantly felt the grip he was in
become gentler, looser but still supporting him.
“Vorador
said . . .,” he breathed “look after . . . you,” he
ran out of energy
“I
don’t care what Vorador said,” Kain snapped “if Vorador told you to go jump in
the lake would you!” the general paused “dear god I sound like my father,”
Sebastian laughed a little and coughed, his throat feeling wet, he spat blood
onto the ground.
“I’ll
be alright,” he muttered feeling embarrassed being this close to his Lord “put
me down,” now Kain laughed
“Sure
I will,” he laughed but sobered quickly “just . . . just go to sleep, you moron
. . . why would you risk yourself like that for . . . me?” Sebastian felt
himself smile and felt the grey spots of sleep and concussion flutter about his
mind; he reached up with a bloodied right hand and touched Kain’s face
“You
really are wonderful aren’t you?” he breathed as Kain leaned down into his
touch, he felt himself move forwards, just as he thought he would close the
distance his he slumped back feeling the grey on the edges of his vision close
completely over.
Sebastian
lost consciousness.
* * *
A few
weeks passed in the mansion and Sebastian spent them thinking. Thinking of
everything that was happening, everything that would happen, he’d come so close
to closing the distance between them the night in the village and finally
kissing the one he wanted, he also come close to dying that night, he’d risked
his life to save him.
The weeks
after they had returned Sebastian had nearly closed that distance twice more.
Both times Kain had stopped just short, waiting for him to make the finishing
move and both times he’d lost his nerve and bolted. He’d been close enough last
night that he had felt Kain’s breath on his mouth, felt the small amount of
heat that emanated from the other fledgling on his skin, he’d been so close
that still thinking of it made his stomach leap and dance and his heart stop.
He’d ran back to his room after that and had proceeded to spend the rest of the
night lying awake trying not to imagine what could have happened had he closed
the distance.
He had
become such an expert in what ‘could’ have happened that it was becoming sad.
Some of the times it was he who had closed the distance between them, taking
the lead, pinning his Lord –the phrase sent a shiver through him- to the wall
and later to the floor or a mattress, making him beg, plead and then demand.
Other times it was Kain who closed the distance, Kain who took the lead, lifted
him, carried him, rushed him to a room, sometimes they made it to his room
other times they found an empty dinning room or library, table, floor or bed he
always begged in the end.
The weeks
and days had slowly ticked by since the night in the village, filling his sleep
with dreams of ‘could happen’ then waking alone to what ‘had happened’ everyday
he grew that little more desperate, he burned a little more inside, ached a
little more acutely and thus gained a little more confidence to finally try
again.
The third
time was the charm.
* * *
The
smaller of the two libraries was dark lit only by a few candles dotted about
the room and a larger one beside the chair. The main chandelier of the room had
not been lit and the shadows that shifted and flickered across the floor made
the room look alive. The velvet drapes covering the windows were purple and
red, the colours reflected in the dark wood of the shelves and floor made the
whole room seem like it was alive. The red and the purple, the candles and the
warmth from the fire made anyone inside feel as if they were inside a living
creature, a great dark womb. As Sebastian entered he swallowed heavily, the
heat from the fire was comforting, the old smell of burnt incense gave the room
a heavy atmosphere and he felt the first trace of blood-sweat flash over him.
Looking
around he saw what he was looking for. Kain was curled in one of the voluminous
leather chairs, a heavy bound tome in his hands. Sebastian smiled and felt his
stomach knot in on itself, lower things tightened at the thought of what he was
about to attempt and what could be the result. Absently checking to make sure
he didn’t embarrass himself he walked further into the room. The book in Kain’s
lap was old and thick, Sebastian could smell the ancient parchment from here,
he fancied it was a magic book, telling tale of the secret movement of power he
now knew Kain held within himself. Half wild, crazed
magic that Kain was hardly ever in complete control of, Sebastian fancied he
could here it pulsing along with Kain’s heart, a second heart beat, one for
blood another for power.
“You
know,” he started trying to keep his voice from shaking “for someone who
dislikes reading you read more than Vorador,”
Kain
looked up at the words and Sebastian felt his heart stop and everything in him
tightened. The candle light had flickered over him appear as a silver white
spectre; awash in the dull warm light of the candles his flesh appeared
luminous in the light. For a moment Sebastian thought either he was dreaming
and any moment now he would be pulled into a heart stopping time breaking kiss
or that the gods were teasing him, taunting him with what he would never have
the nerve to reach out and take.
“I
never said I disliked reading, just that losing books does not make me weep.”
Kain muttered looking back to the thick book in his lap “and I was younger
then,”
“You
should sleep,” Sebastian muttered approaching until he stood in front of the
chair, “you may be immortal but you not invulnerable.”
“You
sound like an old mother,” Kain raised his eyes to meet Sebastian’s before
turning his eyes back to the book again, Sebastian wanted to tear it away.
“Someone’s
got to take care of you,” Sebastian thought, jerking suddenly as he realised
he’d said the words aloud, he slowly looked back to Kain who had raised an
almost invisible ashen eyebrow
“And
you would . . . take care of me?” Kain’s voice was a deep rumbling sound that
sent shivers through Sebastian’s spine. “In
more ways than one,” Sebastian’s mind yelled but his mouth wouldn’t work
“I
. . . I didn’t mean . . . what I meant was . . .” he stuttered hopelessly, not
knowing what to say, Kain was watching him intently, almost as if he knew what
Sebastian wanted and was waiting for him to give the verbal go ahead.
Eventually after a few moments of silent blushing on Sebastian’s part Kain
sighed and looked back to his book. Sebastian felt his shoulders dip. He wanted
to rage with frustration, shout, yell, bang his head on a wall, anything just
to get his thoughts straight in his own mind so he could voice them.
Magnus
smiled as he entered the small library, walking proudly over to the two and
settling himself opposite them.
“You
should sleep at some point you realise.” he smirked Kain rolled his eyes “you
know I’m right,” Magnus,’ voice had a sing-song quality to it. The book was
closed with a sharp sound as Kain sighed
“Fine,
I give up!” pale hands were raised in defeat “I surrender, you two win.”
“No
one can resist my charm,” Magnus winked, Sebastian felt a tiny thread of anger
bite at him as his brother winked. How could it be so easy for him? Why was it
so simple for Magnus to simply say things like that without feeling or looking
completely ridiculous? Sebastian knew that if he ever voiced his thoughts in
that way he’d be laughed straight out of the mansion. He watched as Kain stood
and he lifted the book, candle light still flickering catching on his hair and
skin making it shine in places; it was like the gods were taunting him!
“You’re
planning on reading in your room, aren’t you?” Manus sighed overdramatically
“does this mean I have to tie you to the bed?” his smirk returned “I wouldn’t
mind,”
“Stop
it Magnus before you sprain something,” Kain shook his head and sighed, Magnus
smirked widely,
“I
wouldn’t mind getting a sprain,” it was almost like the older vampire couldn’t
help himself. “if it was the right one.”
“Go
away Magnus,” Kain muttered good-naturedly and retreated from the library
leaving the two brothers alone.
Sebastian
had bitten the insides of his mouth and now tasted blood, part of him was
raging at his brother the other part envied him, how he made it seem so easy to
get his wants and intentions out while making it banter. Sebastian unclenched
his jaw and sighed. Magnus smiled to him before yawning widely muttering
something about the coming of dawn and retreating. Sebastian nodded as his
brother retreated and turned to make his way towards his own rooms. He hated
sounding so childish but it was so unfair, why was it so easy for some. Maybe
the gods really were taunting him, maybe it was a test
to see if he was capable, dear gods how pathetic he must be if he couldn’t even
land a man he’d lusted after for weeks now. He stopped,
while it was true he lusted after Kain . . . there was something else as well
“Probably
sheer desperation,” he muttered to himself
“Desperation? Desperation for what now I
wonder?”
Sebastian
jumped, yelping loudly before an alabaster hand closed over his mouth
effectively shutting him up, he struggled making as much noise as was possible
through the strong grip that now held him. But the grip did not yield a
centimetre, until he sunk fang into the hand and tasted blood. The grip let go
and instantly Sebastian fell into a defensive stance and turned to meet his
attacker
“Calm
down, anyone would think I was trying to murder you,” Pale hands ran through
paler bone coloured hair “you bit me,” Kain mumbled admiring the set of bite
marks on his palm, licking at the blood
“Don’t
do that!” Sebastian relaxed taking a deep breath before saying “what was it you
wanted?”
“I
wanted to ask you what it was you were trying to say in the library” Kain
smirked and Sebastian’s stomach fell like a rock, there was something in Kain’s
expression that said loud and clear that he already knew what Sebastian wanted
to say. Sebastian suspected Kain had known for a long time, why hadn’t he said
anything? Sebastian swallowed and tried to decipher the look in his Lord’s
face, was he angry, was he happy or was he just trying to make Sebastian seem
foolish.
“You
already know, don’t you?” Sebastian muttered giving up
“I
might,” Kain’s smile widened
“Well
. . . uh . . . I meant,” he struggled and hated himself for appearing imprudent
and dim witted
“You
seem to be having trouble with your words,” Kain’s smirk widened, Sebastian
wondered briefly if he could actually smile properly and not smirk. “Perhaps I
will be kind and aid you,”
Before
Sebastian had time to process the words ebony lips closed over his own.
* * *
It was
done.
That one
moment Sebastian had gained what he most wanted, what he had ached for the last
three months and what a prise it was.
* * *
He
couldn’t tell how long they stood in the corridor pressed together, he hadn’t
really even been aware that he was being moved, but he yelped when he felt
himself slammed against a different wall. Taking a moment to look around he
recognised the hallways they had wandered into; north wing, second floor, Kain
was taking him to . . . his room. With that knowledge his entire body tightened
again, tensing and he gasped aloud at the rage of sensation, it was so good it
was almost pain. Kain drew back as if surprised, and instantly Sebastian lunged
forwards closing the space between them again, he heard Kain laugh but didn’t
care; he couldn’t stand to be away right now, he needed to touch, it was
burning him not to.
He
groaned as Kain pushed him back a little before leaning forwards again slower
with less desperation, softer. Kain nuzzled at the other vampire’s cheek with
his own, just giving the skin contact first before letting his tongue flick out
to a pointed ear; Sebastian felt his throat close and he gasped for air and arched
tilting his head back, glowing red eyes fluttering shut. Again he heard Kain
laugh quieter this time but again he didn’t care because he didn’t stop. He
felt black lips wander and start nipping down across his jaw back towards his
mouth, when they reached his mouth Sebastian yelped and snapped his head back.
“You
bit me!” he snapped, Kain just smirked
“I
have to open the door unless you specifically want to go in the hallway,”
Sebastian blushed hotly at the words he’d actually forgotten again where they
were, he paused and used the moments Kain took unlocking the door to catch his
breath. He was really here, he was really going to have want he’d wanted, what
he’d burned for, for the entire last month all of it, it would all be his. The
instant the door was open he rushed forwards, nearly knocking Kain over;
crushing their mouths together again all the while pushing the younger vampire
backwards forcefully until legs hit the end of the bed and over they went.
Pulling
back he smirked at the wide eyed expression of surprise on the ashen haired
vampires face; he almost purred, the upper hand was
very fun indeed. Just as he was contemplating having the upper hand and what
his next move would be he froze, Kain’s hands had wandered to his hips and had
suddenly pulled down forcing their erections together. The choked gasp that
escaped him gave the younger vampire the sighn he
needed to roll them; Sebastian growled at his loss of control but the growl was
short lived as the alabaster fledgling’s lips came back down. Sebastian smiled
into the kiss before moving to draw Kain’s lower lip into his mouth and
starting to suck on it, pressing down with his fangs not quiet hard enough to
break the skin but close, the groan he got in return made him smile. He purred loudly
when he felt clawed hands begin to wander and teasingly touch, delicately
unbuttoning his shirt, opening it revealing an unscarred pale chest with
slightly darker nipples one of which disappeared under black lips. Sebastian
groaned louder and arched again, pressing himself into that mouth, he almost
screamed when he felt fangs sink down just enough to draw blood then fierce
suction.
Kain’s hands were not idle and were currently drawing Sebastian’s pants from
his legs; sitting back he pulled the leather from him completely and took a
moment to look his fill. Sebastian rose up, leaning on his arms to watch Kain
as he watched him; eyes that had only just turned gold dilated suddenly and
Kain wasted no time. The pale arms that had steadied Sebastian gave way and he
fell back against the mattress with a deep moan, sinking fangs into his own lip
to stop himself getting any louder. Kain’s clawed hand was going up and down
the already solid shaft protruding from a light thatch of soft black curls, the
other was being used to hold his weight as he leaned down and pressed their
mouths together again swallowing any and every cry Sebastian made.
Sebastian pressed up hard against Kain’s mouth trying to convey the sheer
desperate need in his body, forcing his tongue into the other vampire’s mouth
he wasn’t overly surprised when fangs came down hard. His own blood filled his
mouth and he felt Kain move faster, press down against him harder and groan,
his own need becoming more obvious. Feeling the younger fledgling hard and
ready against his thigh made Sebastian quiver, before bucking up hard as a
thumb circled the tip of his member.
“B
. . . beautiful,” he managed to get out before clamping his mouth shut to stop from screaming. Magnus was right next door. Bringing
one hand up to the ashen coloured hair he fisted it in silk and pulled making
Kain yelp in pain and fall against him. He was getting close, Kain could tell
as he felt Sebastian’s abdomen tighten against him and the other vampire bit
none-too-gently into his throat, and he felt burning heat against his hand and
chest.
Sebastian
drew back gasping, his mouth stained with Kain’s blood, he gasped at the air
while absently remembering he didn’t need to breath. Opening his tightly closed
eyes he felt his heart stop, if he thought Kain looked good before, he was
completely thrown by how he looked scooping his seed off his chest a lapping it
from his fingers. Just watching that was enough to make Sebastian feel the
tightening of arousal again.
“Not
quiet so tense now?” the pale haired vampire asked smiling rather smugly,
licking his lips, Sebastian didn’t care that he was being laughed at and
instead reached up wrapping arms around white shoulders and pulling Kain down
onto him again.
“You
cannot imagine how much or for how long I have wanted that,” he kissed his ear
“thank you,”
“You
over estimate my generosity,” Kain shifted pressing his erection into
Sebastian’s stomach “I did that for the purely selfish reason of relaxing you,”
he paused and Sebastian felt the smirk against his throat “for me,”
“Then
by all means, be selfish,” he answered feeling Kain purr against him and slowly
grind their hips together, “but first, you’re wearing to
many clothes,” he rolled them suddenly almost falling from the bed, he laughed
as they ended up wedged against the wall still pressed firmly together. He’d
misjudged badly how much space he had to play with. He heard Kain sighed and
his eyes went wide as Kain adjusted his position,
thrusting his hips up to scoot his backside over a few inches before likewise
letting his back move. It was a very odd; almost snake like movement, but it
was only a matter of seconds before they were once more lying in the centre of
the bed.
“That’s better,” Sebastian purred sitting back, slowly using his
claws to slice through the ties holding Kain’s pants closed. Once cut it was
easy to slide the pants from the paler vampire who lay back languidly “mine
now,” at those words Kain’s eyes flashed defiance, and he snarled and rolled them
again,
“I
don’t think so,” Kain grinned arms gripping
Sebastian’s wrists and knees on his hips legs pinning the other vampires.
Kain’s grin became a smirk as he waited as Sebastian struggled, when the older
vampire slowly began to realise he was not going to win this he relaxed and
Kain leant back down “you. Are. Mine.”
Sebastian
smiled upwards, he had fought for prides sake but he had surrendered quiet
willingly also, content to belong. The aftershocks of his first orgasm had
faded now and the pleasant tense tingle of arousal was back in full force. He
watched as the pale skinned vampire now perched atop him, cut deeply into his
own palm and let the blood run down over his fingers and drip onto Sebastian’s
stomach, then smirking like the cat who’d caught the canary Kain spread very
pliant legs apart and slid his bloody hand down in-between them, rubbing down
towards Sebastian’s entrance. Sebastian frowned
“What
. . . what are you do . . . Ugh,”
“I’m
not going to hurt you.” Kain said simply almost soothingly “relax,” his fingers
spreading blood on and around Sebastian’s puckered entrance until his orders
were obeyed and he felt Sebastian forcefully relax beneath him.
Kain
pressed the circling fingers harder until his index finally penetrated; instantly
he felt the muscles begin to tense again but by the quick relax they did he
knew Sebastian had been taken like this before; briefly a puzzling thought
touched on the edge of his mind.
“you’ve
never had this before have you?” he asked leaning down to talk directly into
Sebastian’s ear as he pressed the single digit in farther, letting Sebastian
get used to the feel of that one, as he worked the inside of the man,
searching. “no ones ever prepare . . .” he was cut off when he found what he
was looking for and Sebastian he gave a high pitch mewl, pushing back against
the finger.
Kain grinned as he pressed against that spot again and gained another, higher
pitched cry. Before drawing back and touching on the area just below, Sebastian
writhed trying to press back, wanting that pleasure again and after a moment
teasing he was granted it. Kain added second and third fingers to the one
currently tormenting his lover, stretching carefully and making sure to lightly
graze that spot as Sebastian all out howled. Eyes widening at the sound Kain
lent forward quickly and crushed their mouths together least someone try to
enter to see who was killing Sebastian.
The feel of Sebastian bucking beneath him and the muffled cries were making him
ache and Kain drew back, Sebastian growled loudly making him laugh.
“Don’t
stop!” Sebastian snapped, desperate again and angry
“Who
said I’m stopping,” Kain answered making Sebastian mewl again as he pressed
firmly against him, harder until he penetrated.
Long,
arms wrapped around alabaster skin and short, sharp claws scratching at his
back, one hand reaching down grabbing a handful of his ass and trying to force
him inside quicker. Feeling this Kain smirked wider and arched forward suddenly
making Sebastian cry out in pain and pleasure. Kain purred as he settled
himself inside the tightness of his love’s body. Sebastian moaned contentedly
and curled his legs around the other’s hips, dragging him closer and thrusting
onto him. With a small groan, Kain pulled out slowly, before sharply thrusting
back inside. A cry of pleasure and frustration made him pause as Sebastian’s
grip on him tightened
“Please,
move, please,” Sebastian knew he was begging but pride didn’t mean a thing
anymore as with a grunt, Kain pressed back a little harder, angling to hit the
special spot and being rewarded with a high mewl of pleasure. Kain began
pulling out faster and thrusting in harder, becoming overwhelmed with the
sensations over his body and the sounds he was caressing out of his lover’s
throat. The ashen haired vampire growled, speeding up, snapping his hips in
time with Sebastian’s. He was nearly all-out driving the man beneath him into
the mattress, the springs protesting loudly. An especially sharp thrust made
the vampire beneath him scream again and Kain snapped himself down wards
crushing there mouths together again
Lips moulded together as pale arms reached up to rest on paler shoulders, fangs
hitting hard against each other as they moved, tongues cut and bleeding, a
trail of blood leaking slowly from the corner of where they joined. The blonde
pinned his lovers tongue, sucking on it and enjoying the muffled gasps and
moans that brought out, entwined with the heated mewls already pouring out.
Clawed fingers wrapped difficultly around Sebastian’s long- revived, hard
standing member. It only took two small pulls for Sebastian to become lost in
orgasm. The tightening of the muscles around him made Kain’s body lurch
forwards in a stumble and with one more hard thrust; he came into the willing body
beneath him, losing himself in his own orgasm.
Sebastian came to slowly like floating to the surface of a pool of warm blood.
Kain had collapsed on top of him and lay there perfectly, still breathing
slowly watching him. It was then that Sebastian knew he would remember
everything in this night. He would remember everything, absolutely everything,
running his fingers through white hair he tried to think what else could
possibly feel like this, what else could feel this much like water and yet not
burn him; soft and warm. Dry rain, his hair felt like dry rain. He would
remember the noises he had made when he touched him and the way he was watching
him now. Sebastian felt his breath catch in his throat and heat pooled behind
his eyes.
Kain yawned and rolled off him separating them completely, leaning down he
pulled a blanket from the floor where it had fallen and covered them both, curling into the back of his lover he closed his eyes and
slept.
* * *
And so
time passed.
Days turned
into weeks and the weeks to months and years; Magnus grew jealous of his
brother and spent much of his time trying to gain what his brother had. Marcus
finally cracked under the pressure he put himself under and ended up nearly
dead at Kain’s claws because of it, but by mercy he fled the mansion in one
piece. The army grew and swelled until it almost equalled the mortal army.
Sebastian
grew closer to his Lord until he openly admitted love, Kain never said it back
and wouldn’t until Sebastian was long dead and it was too late.
* * *
{Two
years later}
They
would declare war today.
Today
was the day when the training would be put to the test, today was the day when
the vampires would begin their conquest of Nosgoth. From
north to south, leaving
He’d
been awake all day, he hadn’t slept, he’d watched instead how Kain could still
fall asleep even with him still inside, the younger fledgling had made a soft
sound in his sleep as Sebastian pulled slowly out and rolled to the side and
Sebastian had smiled slightly at the noise. Kain truly was an enigma, more so
than Sebastian had ever thought anyone could be, there
were times when Kain seemed older than Vorador and younger and more clueless
than the youngest fledgling. Then there was the magic, the seemingly limitless
power Kain had inside of him, the raw power that Sebastian had learned Kain had
such a fragile control over. He’d watched several times as Kain and Vorador had
argued statues had fallen, paintings had burnt; one particular argument had
made them remodel the south wing library, they’d shouter, things had started to
break they’d stopped shouting and things had continued to break. Kain hadn’t
been able to stop it from happening; Vorador had had to knock him out to stop
the whole mansion being consumed. That was the first time Sebastian had ever
heard Kain apologise.
He
wished it was still that day, that day when he’d been terrified that the only
creature in this whole world that he loved would destroy them all through
uncontrolled magic. Any day but this day, this day when they would declare war.
Then
a hand touched his bottom lip without warning.
His eyes flashed to the side, meeting with now fully golden eyes. Kain yawned
and mumbled something about sleep before nudging at Sebastian.
“I
didn’t catch a word of that,” Sebastian smiled and rolled to his side to watch
the ashen haired and sleep bedraggled vampire next to him
“I
said,” Kain spoke clearly “you haven’t slept at all have you?” and frowned “how
are you supposed to be . . .,” he was interrupted as Sebastian lifted up his
head to kiss him. He sighed letting the tongue caress his own for a brief
moment before he pulled away. "Don’t try to distract me!"
“I’m
not,” Sebastian smiled “today we go to war, today many a death warrant will be
sighed, we’ll lose so many.”
A porcelain hand caressed down the length of Sebastian’s
body. The older vampire sucked in his breath at the attention to his hardening
flesh.
"We are fighting to end persecution. We are fighting to end the death of
our people of your brothers. Many are happy to give there lives for such a
cause."
Sebastian’s eyes closed at the damning words and the caresses that intensified,
quick and hard. He thrust his hips into the grip enjoying the pleasure of the
caress mixed with the pain of the future. He reached over and gripped Kain’s
hair and pulling him across for a hard kiss. His groaned deeply when Kain bit
his tongue the tang of blood making him burn, he yelled coming forcefully beneath
the sheets.
Spent he faced his lover, Kain had won the argument, through debauchery surely
but he had won. Sebastian had to admit that those who fought in the future
battles did so willingly; as a lieutenant he was charged with keeping as many
of them alive as possible, if he did his job right fewer would die. He looked
at Kain suddenly and for one piercing moment he saw the future he saw that he
would lose, he would lose that most precious to him and it would kill him. A
soft mouth caressed his cheek, and Sebastian closed his eyes
"I
love you more than life itself." He breathed
“I
know,” Kain answered standing and moving to get clothing.
Yes
today they would declare war.
* * *
End Fic
Authoress Note: a bit OOC I think, but
what did you think? A short one off, a prelude to smooth.
Please review.