Emeralds and Feathers
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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: Janos/Vorador
Rating: NC-17
Part: One of One
Set: Pre all games in the time of the ancient
vampires.
Authoress note: When I sat down at my laptop
this morning I wondered briefly to myself ‘why haven’t I wrote anything with
Janos in for a while’ I fear I have neglected my little ancient and have
decided to rectify this problem. The result was the following fic-let.
For all my
reviewers, who without I would have surely given up a long time
ago.
Emeralds and Feathers
It
had taken him longer than usual.
Janos
Audron was currently soaring over the canyons, a screaming mortal in his talons;
he had toned out the screaming and flew as if he had not a care in this world.
The mortal was unsure what to do, he thrashed to be released but at the same
time he clung to the ancient fearful of being dropped and falling the long fall
to the rocky ground below. Either way the mortal was dead but his brain refused
to acknowledge it and so he fought for his life.
Janos
despite the crazed mortal in his talons was feeling relaxed and it showed in
his lazy flight style, he’d been hunting now for a few hours, scanning the
villages for something young and strong, something with a lot of life for his
child and now that he had found it he was pleased. This was a drastic change in
the ancient’s usual hunting patterns; normally he hunted for the old or the
sick; for in his opinion the killing of innocent mortals was almost as bad a
part of the curse as the imprisonment in flesh and silence of their god. He
couldn’t help but feel sorry for the mortals who had in his opinion, been
caught in the crossfire of a war they knew nothing about and had continued to
suffer because of these two races. He hated killing for sustenance and because
of this he usually found himself picking off the dregs of society those who
would die shortly without his interference.
But
since raising Vorador the ancient vampire had found himself taking down bigger
stronger prey something that would feed his child well and privately he
admitted that he preferred the blood of the healthy young creatures himself. But
despite his preferences the guilt did not go away and he found himself looking
down at the mortal youth in his claws and the guilt hit him again, the mortal
boy was looking up at him with desperate eyes, begging him and Janos was
reminded of when he had killed Vorador, the thought of Vorador made his resolve
harden and he looked ahead.
Vorador
was still young; too young to safely hunt for himself at this time and Janos
admitted he rather enjoyed hunting for another; the feeling of nurturing
something was making him feel more alive than he had in a long time. He smiled
into the wind, thinking that Vorador would be angry tonight, he was late, and
it had taken him a longer time tonight to catch this mortal than he usually
would take. The fact that it had taken him longer was however Vorador’s fault, so
the fledgling had no one to blame but himself. His fledgling had woken this
evening with a hunger for more than blood, Janos had sated his child’s lust but
had done nothing for his own and the distraction of what he would do when he
returned made the ancient less ‘aware’ than usual. Janos’ mind wandered
slightly knowing exactly what would happen once his fledgling had fed; blood
lust sated Vorador would be content but Janos would still be hungry and no
doubt Vorador would be only to happy to help sate his fathers ‘hunger’.
The
aerie was suddenly insight as Janos cleared the mountain range, he smiled
looking at the lake that would soon freeze in the winter months; the mortal followed
the ancient’s line of sight and spotting the aerie, his struggles renew
themselves with a ferocity Janos had not thought the young mortal capable off
apparently now he was more content falling to his death on rocks than die by
Janos’ fangs. The mortal struggles almost cause Janos to lose his control of
his landing and instead of crash on to the balcony the ancient drops his catch
onto the marble ledge. The sound of bones breaking made Janos wince as he
landed softly beside the broken mortal, the fall has broken the mortal and
leaves him screaming in more than fear.
“You
took a long time.” The voice of his fledgling makes Janos turn, he smiles at
Vorador who is looking him over curiously, obviously checking to see if his
father is hurt. The fledgling has not dressed since their earlier activities at
dusk and has a long cotton sheet wrapped around his waist trailing on the
floor, leaving his chest bare to the warm air. Janos takes a moment to take in
the view and Vorador smirks, clearly having noted his father left him the
evening without taking his own pleasure and was quiet willing to take advantage
of the situation.
“Yes
I was a little . . . distracted.” Janos admits, watching as Vorador walks past
him; absently a cloven blue talon traces the soft skin of his fledglings back.
“I
can imagine,” Vorador smirks wider at his father leaning down to lift his
‘meal’ which is now close to passing out
“Don’t
get to full of yourself young one,” Janos says slowly, feeling the over
confidence oozing out of his child.
Vorador
was still very young, not even a decade old but he knew he could wrap his sire
around his little finger if he chose. The image of the dreadful, beautiful and
deadly killer had gone from Vorador’s mind when he thought of his sire now he
saw someone who had been dreadfully lonely, abandoned, and desperate for
someone to love and to love him in return. There was no fear when he looked to
his father now as there had been when he had been human now it was a deep
contentment, spiced with lust and love.
“Vorador
. . .” Janos stopped as the scent of blood hit him hard when his fledgling bit
down on the mortal’s throat. The human made a strangled sound before falling
silent in fear, his mind now slowly realising he was going to die. But Janos is
no longer interested in the mortal, no longer feeling guilt; now his eyes and
senses are completely focused on his child, the sheet is slowly coming lose, and
slipping lower.
Vorador
smiles into the wound he had caused on the young mortal, knowing his father is
watching him, knowing what he sees, knowing what he feels. The fledgling almost
gasps as he feels an arm wrap around his waist, pulling him close. He can feel
his father shaking, his heartbeat speeding up; absently Vorador drops the
mortal who is now very close to death and turns in his fathers arms, parting
his lips. Absently he fancies he can still taste himself on Janos’ tongue from
their little escapade earlier. He purrs feeling Janos’ grip on him tighten
holding them together hard, soft feathers run along his arm making him shiver,
the shiver makes Janos groan loudly and suddenly the energy of teleportation
fills the air. The teleportation makes Vorador slightly dizzy and he stumbles
having to be half pushed half lifted to the bed a few paces away.
As his child hits the mattress Janos breaks the kiss, restless lips go to Vorador’s
neck, kissing, biting, licking it and smirking against warm skin when Vorador
groans in pleasure. Using the distraction the ancient pulls at the sheet around
his child’s waist hissing against warm skin because the sheet is trapped under
Vorador’s weight; Vorador lifts his hips and Janos lets out a strangled sound
as their groins rub against each other. Vorador smirks in a way that lets Janos
know he did that on purpose. From a very early age it was clear Vorador had a
hedonistic streak a mile wide, not that Janos minded in the least it was
wonderful compared with the priestly behaviour of all the surviving ancients.
The sheet now disguarded Janos’ mouth began a journey southwards. Vorador’s
clawed fingers burring themselves in his fathers hair pulling him if at all possible
closer. The other scratched at his back, claws digging in drawing blood as the
fledgling moaning at the sensation his father’s lips were giving him,
encircling a nipple, playing with it, taunting it, gently sucking on it.
“Father,”
Vorador purrs feeling his father’s hands rest on his hips
Janos
purrs in reply to his child, his skin is cold from having been outside, despite
the warmth of the season the heights that Janos liked to frequent were still
bitterly cold; he welcomed the heat radiating from his child, nuzzling down
into it. Vorador claws at his shoulders, pulling him up as he wraps a leg over
his father’s hips, pulling him into a fierce kiss, tension building. Janos
smirks into the kiss feeling Vorador’s tension build to match his own. Absently
he pretends not to notice feeling Vorador groan into his mouth a low sound that
sounds so predatory it raises hairs on Janos’ neck, and he presses down
grinding into his child, but suddenly his breathing jerks as Vorador’s hand
makes itself know, having been fiddling with the lacings on his fathers pants
and now having worked its way inside, grabbing his manhood none to gently.
Janos shivers and almost collapses completely onto his fledgling, before
regaining strength in his arms and pushing himself harder into his Childs hand.
Vorador
uses the moment well and flips them so he is perched atop his father who
winces, arching his back trying to settle his wings on the mattress, but the
discomfort of having to lie on his wings is soon forgotten when he feels a
hungry fanged mouth biting at the tips of his ears his neck, going down,
licking and taunting. Soft bites barely drawing any blood litter his chest
distracting him both from the small pain in his wings and the fact that his
pants are being removed. A renewed grip on his length makes the ancient gasp
and a talon settles in Vorador’s hair, pulling, Vorador smirks and releases his
father’s length in favour for lying atop him bodies pressing together perfectly
mouths meeting. Janos jerks beneath his child at the sensation of them touching
so intimately and feels heat rush through his body as if his veins were filled
with burning water rather than blood.
Vorador
yelps when his father flexes his wings, using the strong muscles to push him
up. Vorador suddenly finds himself pinned beneath his Sire, arms held down by
Janos’ talons, legs pinned wide and mouth crushed together. It is rare that
Janos becomes this desperate but Vorador has to admit he does enjoy it when he
does, the kiss is bruising, and Janos grinds there groins together hard enough
to almost hurt his child.
Vorador
feels his breath hitch as his father pulls back and moves down to his throat,
claws coming up to his child’s face and Vorador takes one into his mouth,
moaning softly as nearly dangerous bites nibble across his throat and down his
chest. Clawed fingers settle in Janos’ hair and Vorador settles his legs around
his father’s hips more comfortably allowing his body to completely cover his. Janos’
other hand moves down, caressing his childes leg, softly massaging it, tender
despite the desperation he feels. But the ancients attempts at tenderness fail
him as his own body rebels against him, the heat inside increasing focusing
down into his groin, his pulls his now saliva damped claw from his child’s
mouth. Vorador lets go of a keen cry as it enters him, sliding deep, fast,
moving around. Janos pauses a moment knowing his claws are large, but the small
desperate sound from him child encourages him to move again. He moves in and out,
slowly getting his child ready for him.
Absently Vorador’s mind moves back to when he was younger when he first
realised what it was he really wanted from his father, what he needed from him.
The memory of that time make him shiver, when suddenly Janos moves in such a
way as to ghost over his prostate and the sound that escapes him is more animal
than human. Janos freezes but not out of fear for hurting his child but out of
need, he has had vocal partners before but never had their outcries affected
him thus. Vorador smirks at his father’s reaction and groans loudly watching as
the deep sound makes Janos shiver. The fledgling feels his father’s legs go
under his, slowly lifting his hips, not letting his claw out of him. His lips
lock with his childes swallowing every cry he gives up. Slowly, tormenting both
of them, he retrieves his claw and smiles to himself seeing Vorador’s body
relax. He grabs a hold of his own erection, wiping his fingers on it and moving
his hand up and down even slower, tormenting both of them more so. Spreading
the liquid created there over himself.
Janos breaks the kiss and presses himself at his child’s opening watching as
Vorador’s small fangs bite at his own lip, drawing blood, and waiting. Looking
down at his child so wanton Janos feels his resolve break; arching forwards in
one violent push Vorador screams, violently arching backward as Janos gets in
deeper.
”I love you.” Janos breaths, fully inside his child
Vorador remains still, adjusting internally, nothing would ever compare to
this, to feeling this full, this complete. He could feel and see his father
trembling, waiting to be given some signal that it was alright to continue;
Vorador smiled he was loved. Loved more than anything on this world had a right
to be loved, loved enough to be put first. Smirking he tightened his grip on
his fathers waist with his legs and purred as Janos moved ever so slightly to
look at him, the slight movement of his body stirring at Vorador’s insides.
“Move,”
Vorador almost growls, Janos shudders and beginning to move, slowly at first as
if afraid f hurting himself or his child. His wings held back, straining
already at the angle they are held at and the tension rushing through his body
as he tries to control his movements. His control becomes weaker, his body spasms
and he speeds up his movements, wings open now covering them, protective.
The
sudden shout from Vorador lets Janos know that he has brushed his child’s
prostate, taking that into account Janos twists slightly as to hit it again,
harder this time, watching his child as he slowly begins to fall apart.
The scream echoes out onto the balcony, out over the lake, the cry of Janos’
his name sporadically over and over begins to sound like an odd beat sacred
mantra. And in return for such worship the ancient vampire pounds into his
child with a renewed vigour. He lifts Vorador’s legs higher and reaches even
deeper. Clawed talons grab pale hips tightly, drawing blood which spills out
onto the sheets, a screech of pain/pleasure resonates in the room and clawed
but humane hands grip the sheets anchoring the fledgling who moves harshly now
to compliment his father. The vocal embodiments of such pleasure makes Janos
shudder, as suddenly Vorador's insides tighten down on him and cause him to
almost ‘stumble’ mid thrust. White hot heat covers his stomach as his child
reaches his peak and the sounds he made then cannot be described by human
words. Janos growls, a sound which does not fit with his outward appearance of
calm, but rather more with the Hylden image of him and the rest of his ace as
mindless monsters, as he is struck with waves after waves of pleasure and
ecstasy in its purest form.
They lay together for a few moments catching breath that they do not really
need. Janos completely collapsed on his child who is now absently running claws
through what he can reach of his father’s wings and smiling at the little spasms
this produces in Janos’ wings. The muscles on his back jumping at the soft
touch, so tired after both the flight and the strain of holding such heavy
appendages aloft out of the way for so long. Strange Vorador wonders for a
moment how Janos flies with wings so heavy.
“Father?”
Vorador breaths after a moment,
“yes
sweet one,” Janos smiles almost drunkenly at his child reaching up to kiss him
once again before pulling out slowly and moving to the side, lying on his
stomach stretching out languidly.
“I’m
hungry.”
End Fic
Authoress note: Well that’s it. I
haven’t wrote anything for Janos in ages so if this is crap that’s my excuse
^_^
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