On another’s Sorrow
Sequel to Slaughter
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 Defiance references.
If you choose to avoid any of these things the back button is right there
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Pairing: Kain/Raziel
Rating: NC-17
Part: One of Four maybe more.
Set: Post Blood Omen Two Pre Soul Reaver
Authoress note: This is a rewrite of the
original, mainly due to the huge writer’s block I hit after I had finally
managed to churn out the first chapter. I have been constantly re-reading this
and finally decided the only way it was going to go anywhere was if I scrapped
it and started again.
After such an overwhelming response from all of my reviewers about
‘Slaughter’ I could hardly say no when nearly every single one asked for a
sequel.
I’m TIRED and this was HARD to write, stupid writers block!!! STUPID!!!!
*fumes quietly in a small dark corner*
Chapter Four
Fractured Dreams
You may
have uncovered your past but you know nothing of it
Kain: Soul
Reaver
Seer
left him outside
But
now he had a stronger emotion that drowned out the other, he had a purpose, he was needed; only he could keep his father safe
from the strange blue demonic creature that Seer had said would kill him. He
would keep him safe, even if it cost him his life. He entered the slums
noticing that where he had been shot before and where once only a few drops of
his blood had stained the cobbled streets now a large stain replaced it, he
sniffed absently realising the blood was human. He frowned for a moment
wondering if the archer who had shot him had at one point hit another who had
been human. But the marks beside the blood stain told him otherwise, there were
scuff marks on the street, the type of marks only made by metal tipped shoes, a
Serefan had been killed here and he hadn’t gone without a fight.
Raziel
moved on, as he moved deeper into the slums the smell of mortal blood was
slowly becoming thicker here, thicker than usual; a lot of people had died here
recently, last night if his guess was correct by the strength of the smell. But
why would there suddenly be a massacre of humans in the slums? It didn’t make
any sense. He followed the scent all the way through the district still
confused as to why so many people should have died; it was almost as if the
city had been invaded, but where were the invaders. He was nearing the lower
city when he realised something was really, really not right, the streets were
to quiet, almost as if deserted but there was a sound, a sound he knew in the
distance, picking up his pace he moved closer to the noise. Rounding a corner he
saw a group of eight Serefan, six of which were spilling their life onto the
cobbled street, he swallowed heavily when he saw his father in-between the
remaining two. Kain looked almost like he had lost his mind, blood covered him
dripping from his claws and chin, and his eyes seemed wild, as if some
predatory hunger had overcome his senses. He wasn’t even using the sword on his
back as he broke through one of the serefan’s armour with his bare claws and
tore the man’s chest to ribbons while the other watched to shocked to react.
Raziel felt fear as he watched his father kill these men, wondering briefly why
his father would do such a thing.
He
knew Kain did not shy away from killing when it had to be done, and even when
it didn’t, in fact he knew Kain’s temper would often get the better of him; but
he knew his father was not stupid, a massacre like the one he assumed had
happened would draw so much attention that Kain might as well have signed his
own death warrant. Watching the dead Serefan fall to his knees then onto his
face Raziel swallowed loudly and Kain’s head snapped up and he froze. The
master vampire’s expression of wide eyed shock and wonder was almost comical,
but Raziel didn’t feel much like laughing at that particular moment. Absently
Kain’s left hand lifted and he released a small bolt of magic at the Serefan
behind him who still had not moved, the mortal fell to the ground skin falling
from his bones. Raziel made a disgusted but somewhat amused face before he was suddenly
lifted up in strong blood stained arms, he often forgot how fast his father
could move. The emotional silence last all but half a minuet before he was
dropped roughly to the ground
“You
bastard! Where the hell have you been?” Kain bellowed at him, claws tensed as
if ready to rip Raziel’s throat out
“I
was . . . was,” Raziel began rubbing his tail bone which he had been dropped on
while flinching away should Kain attack him
“I
thought he had got you! I thought . . . I thought, I . . . oh I don’t know what
I thought! You scared me half to death.” Kain continued to rant, turning and walking
away from his child claws still tensed
“I
thought, you didn’t want me anymore.” Raziel muttered half hoping his father
wouldn’t hear him, Kain span around to face him a look of pure surprise on his
face
“You,”
he managed before falling silent and shaking his head the anger seemed to bleed
out of him in seconds “come here you wretched . . .” he held out his arms and
Raziel went to him “you honestly believe I would bleed the city dry in
vengeance if I didn’t want you.”
“Vengeance?”
Raziel breathed, feeling the empty hollow place in his stomach slowly fill with
heat, he was with his father again, he didn’t need to fear anything he was here
and he was wanted.
“Yes,”
Kain smiled into his child’s hair “I thought I’d lost you.” Raziel frowned
“But
you’ve got Turel now.” He swallowed; Kain lightly cuffed his child on the back
of his head
“You
are a fool Raziel. A wretched fool.”
* * *
The
bed was soft and smelt of three instead of two but Raziel no longer cared,
Turel would never take his place no matter how hard he tried and the young
fledgling didn’t seem too interested in trying. Said fledgling was currently
down stairs asleep on one of the plush chairs, a book in his lap, one which he
could not read. Raziel smiled as his attention was taken away from his little
brother and brought back to his father who was currently above him, Raziel
smiled into the drugging kiss Kain had suddenly decided to give him and his
hands moved to settle on his father’s hips.
Kain
pulled back from the kiss and looked down at his fledgling, delicate yet
strong, a creature of sensual beauty that would one day rise to be the second
most deadly killer in this land. He stared down at the fledgling as Raziel
arched upwards impatient, pressing their hardened groins together while his
grip on his hips tightened, and Kain couldn’t shake the warmth spreading
through him no matter how hard he tried. For the first time in his life, he had
someone who accepted him completely, who mourned when his attention was not
always on him and who Kain knew he would never grow tired of. Raziel made a slight desperate sound and
forced his hips up harder again. Kain responded by bending down and kissing him
deeply. The feel of his fledgling beneath him made the blood in his veins burn
hotly, and he growled low in his throat and pulled Raziel more firmly against
him, practically grinding his hips into his Childs. It had only been one night
that they were separate and two nights since they had last done this together
but for some reason it felt as if they had been apart months.
Raziel groaned softly into his father’s mouth and shifted beneath him, rubbing
against him. He let out a soft sound when Kain pulled back and parted his
thighs. Kain seemed to be watching him and Raziel felt himself glow, feeling
his heart speed up in his chest making his unnecessary breathing that little
bit faster. His chest rose and fell erratically which seemed to make Kain smile
more. To try and distract his father Raziel allowed his hands to move from
Kain’s hip and go upwards on his chest, gently scrapping claws over his death
scar making him shiver. Becoming lost in his father’s reaction’s Raziel didn’t
notice that Kain had poured oil into his hands and let out a yelp when warm
oiled hands suddenly moved over his chest. It was relaxing, so much so that it
was almost as if the strength was being leached out of him and Raziel’s hands
fell back to his father’s hips.
The
fledgling purred when Kain ran his fingers down his thighs and back up to
stroke against the soft flesh on the insides of his legs. Raziel let out a
short, sharp sound of shocked pleasure when his father grabbed his member and
ran an oiled hand up and down while its twin delved lower slowly circling the
fledgling vampire’s entrance breaching it slowly. Raziel’s mouth opened to gasp
for air that his body didn’t really need and his eyes slid shut as the blood
he’d consumed earlier on the way home rose to the surface making him blush. A
deep groan escaped his throat as his father reached in further, his head lashed
back and forth black strands of hair masking his face.
“Easy,”
Kain breathed frowning slightly, his Childs reactions surprising him; it was almost
as if the fledgling was in true pain.
Young
eyes looked up to him pupils dilating as a finger brushed over his
prostate. He shivered hard when his
father did it again almost teasingly, the smirking grin on Kain’s face widened
as he tormented his child. Another finger slipped inside scissoring briefly
before ghosting over his Childs prostate again. Raziel cried out, his thighs trembled
and his stomach tensed. Kain stopped stroking his child as a third finger
breached him and clear fluid dripped from his Childs tip. Clawed fingers
shredded sheets as Raziel tried to find something other than his father to grip
onto, Kain seeing how close his child was decided to wait a moment before
entering and instead increased his torment of the tiny gland. Raziel whimpered
and mewled loudly as the pulsing, roaring pleasure built inside of him until, with
a final, sobbing cry, he reached his peak.
As
the haze of pleasure cleared Raziel felt a small tickle on his stomach and
looking down he watched his father lap his spilled seed from his belly, until
only a little remained. With what was left Kain used it to coat his own
straining member for extra lubrication. Raziel all out purred when his father stretched
out on top of him, warmth filled him, a feeling of belonging and he knew then
that he would belong to Kain forever. The knowledge shook him to his core and
he purred as his father sank into his body with an almost reverent tenderness. Raziel
sighed as he felt Kain’s manhood breaching the narrowness of his body. It was
an easy, smooth thrust and he felt himself slowly growing hard again.
His father seemed to have frozen over him, face twisted in concentration as he
caught breath that his body really didn’t need. Raziel reached up, hand burring
itself in his father’s hair, Kain’s eyes opened and he looked to his child in
mild confusion before giving a slow thrust.
Raziel
groaned softly as his father started to move and find his rhythm. It was slow
and powerful, fully entering him to pull out almost completely only to fill him
again. Each movement brushed against his prostate and Raziel felt himself
harden fully once more. Clawed hands scratched at his father’s back leaving
little trails of blood in their wake as Kain slowly began to gain speed. The
elder trying to keep silent despite his Childs verbal encouragement, he had to
keep some dignity after all. But the claws on his back were moving round to his
front, absently drawing blood on his stomach and chest and as they grazed over
the scar left by his death he heard himself groan. Leaning down he captured his
child’s mouth in his if only to stop the noises he was making. He could feel
his child tensing again and sped up trying to push them both over. He felt his
child suddenly tighten around him and heat splash against his stomach.
“God.”
Kain hissed tensing up completely as his climax came filling his child with
liquid heat and left them both trembling.
* * *
The
dawn was visible on the horizon now.
Kain
lay looking at a strange stain on the ceiling wondering if it looked more like
some great daemon or a cat. His youngest curled against his left side, purring
contently in sleep, grip tight on his left arm as if afraid his father would
disappear in the night, his independent streak had been reforming itself but
when he slept it seemed to disappear once again. His eldest lay curled against
his right grip not quiet as tight but all of Raziel’s weight was pressed into
his right side and Kain was slowly beginning to lose all feeling in his sides.
Absently he wondered if all his children would be like this, Turel was
obviously more independent than Raziel already wandering off on his own often
and willing to be left alone at times when Raziel still threw hissy fits every
time Kain left the house without him. Kain smirked to himself thinking about
the others he would raise, trying to imagine if the bed would be big enough for
all of them to fit. He doubted it but then maybe not all his children would
want to sleep like this, he imagined that soon Turel would start demanding a
bed of his own, but Raziel he knew would never shaking his head slightly at his
thoughts Kain chuckled. Raziel sat up next to him, frowning, most likely
wondering why he wasn’t sleeping. The fledgling’s gaze fell on his younger
brother as if studying the younger vampire.
“If
you stopped fussing you might even like him,” Kain mumbled around a yawn as
Raziel poked his younger brother
“Humm
he is kind of alright.” Raziel mumbled moving a strand of dark hair from his
brother’s eyes. Turel’s eyes opened slowly before going wide, and his jaw
slackened. He reached out and timidly put a clawed hand on his brother’s forehead.
“Are you feeling all right? I thought that you . . . just spoke an endearment
to me!”
Raziel jerked his head away and hissed at his brother “Just because I’ve
admitted that I like you doesn’t mean I have to put up with your teasing.” Kain sighed closing his eyes and blocking out the now
bickering fledglings.
They were going to need a bigger bed.
End Fic
Authoress note: well that’s
it bois and girls. I hope you liked it.
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