Moths

 

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. Although I would like to own Vorador . . . then he’d be mine.

 

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: M

 

Pairing: Kain/Raziel

 

Setting: post Blood omen 2 pre Soul Reaver one. In the time of the clans.

 

Italics mean flashback.

 

Authoress note: A random idea that’s been floating around for a really long time finally made itself into a ficlet.

 

Enjoy.

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Chapter Two

{Raziel}

 

He was awake.

 

He was awake, Raziel sighed relief going out of him in a flood, and he felt his eyes burn and his face turn red. His father was awake, awake and watching him with only one half-open eye.

 

“Father…” he managed to say leaning forward, Kain mumbled something but the words were never finished.

 

The kiss was sudden and not gentle. But there was no anger, no frustration in it either. It took Kain a moment to realise that it was simple enthusiasm on his child’s part. The elder smirked into the kiss and leaned forwards to push his child back, onto the pillows. Raziel almost laughed into the kiss but as he opened his mouth his found his breath stolen from him and lost himself in the scent and touch of a very real, very awake Kain. Claws dug deep into his father’s back letting out all his frustration. Trying to convey without words how frightened he had been, showing his anger, his rage, his frustration at being left alone for so long.  He twisted under him and pulled back to speak but was interrupted by a low rumble that started almost silently but grew.

 

Both were frozen as the sound came and went, the silence stretched for a few moments before Raziel broke it with a low snigger. It seemed even the lord of Nosgoth could not control his stomach when half starved.

 

“Hungry,” he asked

 

“I would have thought I just made that clear.” Kain smirked, watching as his child tilted his head back, exposing his pale throat in a twin gesture of submission and offering. In that moment Kain felt true adoreation for his child, greater than any lust or need, greater than want or desire. With a low rumble of gratitude he dipped his head to his child’s throat and gently broke the skin.

 

Raziel was surprised by the gentility from his father, he knew if he hadn’t eaten for so long, gentle would have been almost impossible. It would have been bruising and harsh, flesh would have been torn and the sheets stained. He is even more surprised when Kain pulls back after only taking a few mouthfuls. Reaching up he brushes his lips across his fathers before falling back, licking his own blood from his lips. They are quiet again for a moment before Raziel realises that Kain is shaking, trembling above him. The older vampire’s hips were digging into his stomach, which has never happened before. The fledgling frowns and takes another look at his father, strange that he had not noticed before just how thin he was becoming due to his sleep.

 

With a soft word Raziel clambered out from beneath Kain. Kain frowned as his child moves away to the desk, he watched the younger vampire lift the large jugs from the desk and bring them back to the bed. The wood hits his teeth as he lifts it to drain it.

 

“You’re meant to use a glass.” Raziel frowns, as blood runs down his fathers chin and throat. “I can go …” he started but stopped as a lump formed in his throat, one he could not talk around. He felt his face flush again and lowered his gaze. He was awake, after all this time he really was awake again. The sound of the empty jug hitting the floor didn’t reach the fledgling, but the gentle finger under his chin raising his face made him look up into the slightly dazed and concerned face of his father.

 

“Raziel?” he spoke softly, his voice was rough from not being used for so long. The single word was strained as if it pained the elder to speak.

 

“You’re awake.” Raziel managed past the lump in his throat, Kain frowned and tilted his head at his fledgling. Raziel looked as if he would speak again but thought better of it and moved closer pressing his face in into his fathers shoulder, inhaling again. Arms wrapped around shoulders and his claws dug into white flesh, wincing again at how thin the elder felt in his grip.

 

“I told you I would.” Kain spoke slowly, voice still rough from so long being silent

 

“But you slept for so long.” Raziel mumbled against Kain’s shoulder, unsure whether his father could even hear him, or understand the words that were so muffled. “I didn’t think you would, then you didn’t …for so long.” Kain frowned feeling his fledgling start to shake against him. He didn’t understand he had explained to Raziel what the change was, what it entailed, why had the fledgling been so frightened?

 

“Raziel.” Kain breathed, his voice a low rumbled, Raziel spoke again but the words were lost to the older vampire. The fledgling curled closer to him, his grip almost painful. “Raziel?” the fledgling’s grip became a little weaker and he moved back a little to look at his father. 

 

“You are still hungry.” He stated, noting the pink tint in his father’s eyes and the still lightly trembling hands that held his arms tightly.

 

“I need to eat.” Kain pulled back completely, “I need to hunt.”

 

“Can you?” Raziel asked, his father was still shaking in his grip. Kain nodded and stood. His balance was clearly uncertain, as he stumbled a little getting to his feet. Raziel watched ready to aid if needed but knowing unless it truly was needed he would only get snarled at for his trouble. Kain’s eyes were changing, tinted pink, becoming darker all the time. His blood lust was strong. Raziel wondered briefly if he would lose control of it but shook the thought from his mind.

 

“Come.” Kain looked to him after a moment, his eyes were still pink but he was keeping it under control “hunt with me,” he smirked “Raziel.” His voice was still rough, gravely as if his throat were bleeding. The sound of his voice like that made Raziel shiver and the obvious effect it was having made Kain smirk.

 

The forest was cool and a little damp. The evenings chill had not truly reached this area yet, the wind stopped by the trees. Raziel watched Kain move and frowned, part of him was worried but a bigger part was still relieved at seeing him awake again after so long asleep. Kain froze for a moment before snorting and moving again. His movements were almost jerky, twisted but with a strange grace to them. He looked feral, wild. For a moment Raziel wondered if this was what his father had been like in his youth, some untamed feral creature constantly hungry, constantly hunting.

 

He had a moment of pity for any mortal they found this night.

 

It did not take long for the wind to come bearing scents of mortal flesh. Kain made a strange low sound that mad Raziel jump, for a moment his father had sounded like one of the wolves that dwelt in the mountains. Then he was moving, Raziel had never seen him move that fast before, and he felt a small fear at the thought that he would hit one of the trees, stumble into the river or off into on of the quarries that littered this forest. But deep down he knew he didn’t have to worry, not really; Kain knew how to take care of himself. But still he was so fast, how could he possibly see where he was going! Raziel tore off after him, continually losing sight of him, unable to keep up. In the end he simply followed his nose and the path of destruction through the forest. Kain was clearly not trying to be quiet or subtle, but then moving that fast the mortals had not chance of escape. Even if they were yards away they had no way of fleeing.

 

He found the clearing moments after his father had, but moments were all it had taken. Three men lay stunned but not dead on the grass. One lay dead, dropped as Raziel entered the clearing. Kain turned and blinked at his child, his eyes were a solid shade of red, and Raziel felt his stomach drop. He backed up slowly hands held up in a gesture of peace. He had never seen his father fall to his blood lust but he had seen it in others. It made them crazed, half mad with the lust for blood the desire to rend flesh from bone.

 

Raziel had seen frail fledglings rip apart seasoned adults when the blood lust was on them and he did not want to die at the claws of his father because he was to foolish to back off. He took those steps back and watched as his father moved between the mortal’s, lifting and draining both of them. It was messy and brutal, grip so strong bones snapped and claws rendered flesh, blood falling to the ground spilt and wasted, covering the vampire in its essence. The low sound of contented growling as he fed, it made Raziel remember other times when that sound played an important role.

 

It was one of the things he truly loved about his father, the sound of him. the scent and the weight, comfortable behind or over him was enjoyable but it was the sound that made Raziel’s blood race and his heart beat once again. It was such a dangerous sound, low and filed with dark promise, promises of pain or pleasure or a mixture of both. Something he would swim rivers for. He had to turn away from watching the older vampire feed. That much blood, that sound it was all to much, it made his heart beat, it made him tremble wanting something that now would be to dangerous to take with the bloodlust raging in Kain’s blood stream.

 

“Come,” Kain’s voice was the low rumble it had been before, Raziel turned back to look at his father, surprised he could even talk while the blood called to him. “Raziel.” Hearing his name spoken in that low dangerous tone made his legs shake and he found himself walking forwards without truly deciding to go. He knew this was dangerous, that he risked having his throat torn out but it was worth it.

 

It was defiantly worth it when Kain closed an arm around him, pulling him closer, his other hand still on the mortal, claws still deep in the mortal’s chest. The scent of blood was so strong, so thick on the air and he was shaking so hard with want and need and a little fear. Then the mortal was torn open in front of him and the blood hit him and he found himself pressing his face into it just as his father was.

 

It was incredible.

 

But the wound bled to heavily to last long and the moment was lost to quickly. But the violence, the death and the blood had done its job of calming his father some. Kain was still shaking when he dropped the mortal, but it was no longer the trembling of starvation but rather the shakes of tension being released. The way you would shake after being wound so tightly only to have the tension suddenly gone. He blinked now golden eyes at his fledgling and looked lost for a moment before his gaze focused on Raziel’s and heat crept back into them.

 

“Let’s return to the sanctuary.” He breathed moving to lift his child and call on his magic to move them faster than wind or light or sound back to the sanctuary. “I’m still hungry.”

 

End chapter

 

Authoress note: god I am so bloody tired! I think I must be getting old or something lol.

 

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