Slaughter

 

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 Kain . . . 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: R - NC17

 

Pairing: Kain/Raziel

 

Part: Four of four.

 

Authoress note: finally this fic has a proper ending, sort of. I’m thing of a sequel but am unsure, let me know what you think.

 

WARNING: LEMON.

 

Another Long chapter.

 

 

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Chapter Four

 

Slowly, Raziel came to; the world was spinning, making him ill. He frowned and opened his eyes a little, watching as the ceiling spun. Instantly he closed them again. A cool hand ghosted over his forehead, cooling his skin and calming the dizziness. He carefully tried to open his eyes again.

 

“What the hell were you doing down there?” Kain snapped, anger clear in his frame. He was shaking, his hands clenched into fists.  “I bloody told you . . .” he went silent, gritting his teeth together. He’d never felt this angry in a long, long time. But it was anger tainted with fear.

 

“I . . . I was. . . ” Raziel coughed, his throat dry. A cool hand reached round and roughly lifted him into a sitting position, resting his back against the old headboard. Kain held a worn cup up to his mouth. He gratefully swallowed the blood offered.  “Thank you,” he breathed. The two whispered words seemed to suck all the anger out of his father. He watched as is visibly fell away, like a coat being shed. His father sighed loudly, the sound more exhausted than anything else.

 

“Just . . . just don’t do it again.” Kain looked at him and shook his head before looking at the bed sheets. “You could have died, do you have . . . any idea what they would have done to you?” It was now Raziel noticed the bruise fading under his father’s left eye, the blood on his forehead, a fresh pink scar running across his stomach, dried blood flaking silently off his skin. Without thinking he lunged forwards, thin arms wrapping around his father, face pressed against his chest.

 

“I love you,” he breathed, looking up. Kain just looked at him, his expression unreadable.

 

Raziel watched fear welling up inside of him. His father looked . . . angry. And then those lips brushed against his, effectively banishing Raziel’s worries. He lifted his hands timidly to clasp his father’s arms. Kain’s mouth moved over his own so very lightly, far lighter than the previous kiss; and yet, this caused the fire inside of him to wake faster and hotter than it had before. Raziel quivered as heat coursed through his veins, pumping hotly in his blood. Then he felt the tip of a tongue, surprisingly warm, tracing over the valley between his lips. He gasped opening his mouth as goosebumps rose all over him and his skin tingled. 

 

His father paused, and Raziel, new and uncertain, moved his lips questioningly under his father’s mouth. His father groaned, making Raziel freeze, but before he could begin to wonder if he’d done something wrong, a hand moved to cradle the back of his head, holding them together. Another arm wrapped around his lower back, a clawed hand settling across his stomach. Fangs grazed over his bottom lip, then his father’s tongue was slipping into his mouth. A quiet moan escaped him and as it did Kain tensed his grip, crushing their bodies together hard. Raziel jerked in surprise and clutched at his father, cold skin warming under his touch. Raziel thrust his tongue against his father’s with growing urgency. The movement caused his father to groan again and suddenly Raziel felt himself pinned to the bed, held there under the weight of his sire. Kain’s mouth moved from his child’s and down over his throat, tracing the veins that lay just under the skin, throbbing temptingly.

 

Raziel arched when he felt fangs scrape over his skin but not slice down. The heat inside him was intensifying, devouring him inside, as memories from his conversation with Charlotte sprang up. Would they really do all that? How? Would it hurt? He closed his eyes and felt his breath hitch, stuck in his chest. His hands were clawing at his father’s back; he could smell the blood from the thin scratches he was inflicting. He could feel his father’s hands running up and down his chest and over his waist - light touches driving him mad. He couldn’t see, couldn’t breathe. His chest felt like it was closing, the heat intensifying. His skin was so tight. Raziel swallowed a thin cry as his father’s mouth found his again, but he couldn’t stop himself from twisting and bucking up when Kain’s hand slipped over the flat expanse of his stomach, moving down until it slid between his legs to cup his sex. His hands twitched and claws sunk into his father’s back. Kain made a small surprised sound before shivering. He let out a choked sob and bucked into that hand helplessly. It was so intense; the burning became painful and raw, but undeniably good. He bucked again as his father stroked him.

 

“Father,” he whined, and it was all gone.

 

Cold shock rushed through him, and collided with the burning making him cry out in frustration and pain. His father had stopped. Why? Opening his eyes it took a moment to focus, but when he did he saw his father had turned away from him. He went to move forwards but Kain moved quickly, hands pressing Raziel back.

 

“No,” he hissed, his voice deep and heavy.

 

“Father,” Raziel whined, looking up, his eyes half closed and needy. He pressed forwards against the hands holding him away. “Why did we stop?” Kain took a deep breath despite not really needing to and opened his mouth, but no sound came out. “Why?” Raziel tried to lean forward and Kain felt his arms shake. Kain hissed through his teeth. What was wrong with him, didn’t he want this? Oh, gods that had to be the most ridiculous question since . . .ever, his mind silently answered for him. Of course he wanted this. Then why wasn’t he . . . because I can’t let him control me. Raziel stopped pushing forwards and Kain felt his arms sag. For some stupid reason he could not raise his eyes from the sheets. He growled to himself. Since when had he been afraid to look at someone? Dear lord, this was pathetic! The scourge of the circle, destroyer of Nosgoth, killer of daemons and the Hylden could not bring himself to meet the eyes of his child!

 

“Please, father!” Raziel sounded like he would cry. Something within Kain twisted and broke at those words. He would not be controlled, this could not continue. But it already had, he knew he could not fight it. He’d never been able nor would he ever be able to refuse this child anything. Leaning forwards, he closed his mouth over his child’s again.

 

The heat was calmer this time. Raziel sighed in relief, the speed with which it had come before had been frightening, and it had been so close to pain he’d almost wept. Light kisses were spread across his shoulders and chest as the sheet was slowly pulled away. Raziel half noticed he had a large bruise on his stomach and one on his thigh which was bare, his father having obviously stripped him to make sure he wasn’t badly hurt. His train of thought was stopped when his father nipped, nearly dangerous at his nipple, making him whine. A pale hand made tiny delicate patterns across his stomach, making him giggle as it tickled and raised goose bumps on his skin again. His father looked up at him and raised an eyebrow.

 

“Tickles,” he breathed, still shaking with silent laughter as the same hand did it again.

 

He stopped laughing when Kain’s hand stopped its procrastinating and crept down between his legs to tease his sex. Gentle touches just ghosting across. Raziel writhed as the heat grew stronger, still at the same slow pace it had before. It was delicious, intensity growing gently, growing ever more enflamed until finally he arched up and whimpered, wanting something more – firm touches, not the little, light ones. He felt his father pull back completely for a moment and opened his eyes long enough to see black pants falling to the floor before that same weight settled over him again. He purred, reaching up, wrapping arms around ivory shoulders, feeling as light touches ran up and down his sides and over his stomach. He hissed, baring fangs in frustration, before the grip on his arousal returned, tighter. Crying out Raziel jerked up into the touch and threw his head back. The heat was growing faster now but the speed was good, he wanted it faster. He heard his father groan quietly and the sound seemed to liquefy every muscle in his body.

 

All of a sudden Kain caught his child’s wrists and pinned them above his head with one hand, capturing his mouth in a searing kiss as his free hand moved faster, his grip tightening a little. Another cry escaped the fledgling, the sound muffled by his sire’s mouth. Raziel moaned and bucked against his father, breaking the kiss. His vision blurred into a haze of wiry muscles straining beneath alabaster skin as he buried his head on his father shoulder. Then the heat changed, it became concentrated, he felt it building, shooting down to his groin from all over the rest of his body. He tossed his head from side to side, trying to fight it, as the burning nearly became pain again, but it wouldn’t be stopped. He felt like he would explode.

 

"Father,” he heard his voice crack and break, “please. . .”

 

Kain’s weight lifted off of him and he opened his mouth to scream, but the cry caught in his throat and all that came out was a small choked sound. Through tear-filled eyes he saw his father moving downward, pristine hair trailing over his stomach as he moved between his legs. Molten gold eyes turned red as they stared back at him and his father lowered his head. What was he . . .

 

Raziel screamed as he was swallowed. His back bowed, hips arching up off the bed. It was pain, it had to be pain, nothing was so intense without being pain. But it wasn’t pain, it was wonderful. Those lips moved up, tongue circling the head, then Kain swallowed him again and sucked on him powerfully. It was like he was trying to completely drain him of blood in seconds through his sex. Then the world turned white. The sun burned behind his eyes as if it were only just being born, white hot fire shot through every vein in his body and he sobbed with the force of it. He felt a clawed hand on his hips and was half aware that what he gave was being drunk. He arched one last time before the white heat left him, tingling pleasantly on the mattress, his father lying beside and him pulling them together.

 

Charlotte’s description had not done it justice.

 

Kain was breathing deeply, trying hard to keep calm, as he cradled his shuddering child as it rode through its aftershocks. He was whispering soothing nonsense in its ear, trying to calm it down some. Its shaking was becoming a worry. Fear gripped him when he saw tears, but the grip his child had on him and the nearly silent, nonsensical words he was mumbling let Kain know he wasn’t hurt. Watching him now, Kain shook his head at his own doubts. How could he not have done this, even if only to see that?

 

“Can we do . . . it the . . . other way . . . now?” Kain stopped when he heard his child speak softly, still panting for breath.

 

“What?” he managed, surprise making his throat close.

 

“Charlotte said . . . inside,” Raziel swallowed, his eyes only now starting to focus. “I want . . .” he stopped, giving up, talking was too hard now. After a few moments silence he heard his father speak, his voice horse. 

 

"It will hurt you," Kain managed. Raziel shivered, gripping hold of his sire, and nuzzled against clammy flesh.

 

“Please,” he breathed, “I wan . . .” the words were swallowed by his father in a kiss before he could finish. He felt his father lean to the side slightly and heard a loud clatter from beside the bed. The drawer in the small table had fallen and hit the floor. But his father ignored his and leaned back over him. He whimpered when he felt his father’s hands sliding up between his legs, pushing them wide, earning a gasp of surprise. He felt claws trail up and down his thighs like they had across his stomach, tickling. He snorted and twisted as he shivered, the sensations racing through him. The tingling shot straight into his groin. He felt his father lean over, him lips closing on his throat again, while his hand moved lower.

 

Raziel heard himself let out a quiet cry of both surprise and some pleasure when a single clawed finger traced his opening, teasing. It was unusual, it felt good but also very alien, sending little shivers up and down his spine. Something inside of him remembered this and knew it. Subconsciously, he pressed back against his father. The fingertip pressed harder, slipping inside. He grunted, it didn’t hurt as such but it felt strange. He felt his father’s mouth move, up nipping at his ear with sharp teeth, as another finger pushed inside. He grunted again, but he also felt an odd shiver burning up his spine and down again into his groin, a lot stronger than before. The sensation made him squeak and rock his hips slightly against the invasion. He felt fingers move inside of him, reaching deeper. He yelped when his father’s other hand closed over his already hard member and moved slowly, stroking, intensifying the heat again. He thrust back hard against the invasion and almost screamed in alarm.

 

"Father!!" he cried, trying to sit up suddenly but being pushed back down by a gentle clawed hand. He gasped, wondering what had just happened. That had felt, the way it felt when Kain had swallowed him. Intense, but only for a second. He half felt fingers move subtly and then it happened again. He wailed, screaming, and pressed up, arching violently up against his father, causing both of them to groan as their erections brushed against each other. Lying back, his father kissed him and stroked that spot inside of him again. Oh, it felt so good, too good, intense and hot and he nearly screamed for more. His father rolled against him, pressing his hips against his child’s, making them both groan again.

 

"Please,” he hissed, pulling back from the kiss, nipping at an alabaster shoulder. He felt his father shudder against him, and move away. He watched through half-lidded eyes as Kain fiddled with a small bottle of . . . something and only half-heartedly wondered what it was. He watched as his father slicked his sex and leaned forward, pushing his child’s legs open farther. Then he felt his father pressing against his entrance.

 

"Kain!” Kain gasped in alarm at the tremulous wail as he entered his child. It sounded as if he were killing the child, but the legs that wrapped around his hips said otherwise. He leaned down and feathered kisses over his child’s face, calming him. It was then that the shock it hit him. This was the first time, Raziel had ever said his name. Oh, of all the times to start. He’d told it to him when he’d woken, but . . . “Kain!” his child cried again, frustrated. Kain took an unneeded breath and tried to swallow the emotion that had rose and was currently making the physical sensations three million times stronger. This child was going to drive him to utter madness. Leaning down, he kissed his child harder than before to distract him as he pushed inside fully, wondering how it was possible to feel this much at once without exploding.

 

Raziel’s cries were muffled by his father’s mouth as he felt himself being filled. It hurt, there was no denying it, this really hurt and he couldn’t stop the muffled cries or the tears. It was burning, he was burning to death from the inside. Kain had his eyes squeezed shut, trying with all the will he had to move slowly. But it was so beautiful and so delicious, and great gods so hot and tight. He felt his arms almost give out as he slid in to the hilt and stopped, iron control holding him still. Looking down, he frowned, feeling guilt for causing his child pain. He swallowed loudly; he’d done this many times to many people and never not once had he felt this bad about hurting his partner. What on Nosgoth was this child doing to him? Leaning down, he lapped at the bloody tears.

 

“Shh,” he breathed, “just relax. I promise it’ll stop.” Now golden, once blue eyes opened and looked up in unmistakable adoration and trust. The legs around his hips tightened and Kain felt his breathing stop completely. He couldn’t stand this. he closed his eyes, unable to look at him. He did not deserve that kind of trust from anyone. A small sound, not quite a whimper, and he felt his child’s hips jerk slightly in an experimental little movement.

 

"Fath . . .er . . . ” he hissed, and Kain was grateful he had not used his name. As sensations raced through every vein in his body, his felt his blood boil in his veins and heard himself hiss. Vaguely, Kain realized that he was trembling. This madness was going to kill him. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest.

 

“I’m mad,” he hissed as his child pushed against him again, hips rolling slow and smooth. Kain hissed again as pure pleasure surged through his spine and bowed his back, wrenching away any control he thought he had. He cried out, and bucked sharply, thrusting deep within the young body beneath him. Raziel yelped, his body arched, nails raking over his father’s chest. Kain heard more than felt his claws dig deep into the mattress.

 

“Ahh, please!” The words more a gasp than anything else as Raziel arched up beneath his father with a desperate moan. The movement forced a choked sound out of Kain’s throat and he thrust into his child again, shoving himself deep, so deep and tight and hot. Raziel groaned. This was wonderful, the heat was throbbing through him, the pain was still there but it was unimportant now as each thrust his father gave brushed up against something inside him, that same something that had been touched on by his father’s fingers. Kain had started to move carefully now. Never before had he strained himself so strongly to be so careful. A faint buzz was singing over his nerves. Never before had this been so intense.

 

“Father!” Raziel’s voice was demanding, wanting more. Kain dimly felt his sanity start to shatter. Every little movement his child made, every sound and another crack webbed through and made him that little bit more fragile. “FATHER!” the demand shattered him, he was faintly aware as thousands of gleaming pieces flew off. With a growl normally reserved for prey he pressed forward hard. Raziel’s grip on him tightened and he did it again, snapping his hips forward faster, with more force than he felt he should have. But the pleasure shot up through him and robbed him of the tiny fragment of control he was holding on to and it could not be stopped. Raziel bucked up against his father, easily matching the harsh pounding rhythm and crying out as he did so. He felt the tightness growing again and bit his lip to loosen it.

 

His father’s mouth closed over his again and he felt the undeniable sharpness of lengthened fangs. The kiss did not last long as Kain moved away, mouth wandering down his child’s throat to where he wanted and brutally he sank fang into vein. Raziel snapped his head back and all out howled. Nothing in the world could be more perfect than this! He felt his father shift him, moving him a little while clawed hands clutching his hips and slammed deeper inside. Kain drew back from his child’s bloody throat as he heard the nearly silent mewl, and hands closed in his hair, pulling hard. Leaning back he pulled his child’s hips, making them roll upwards with every thrust he gave. He felt like he would explode soon. His heart wanted to explode. He felt raw inside, he was bleeding, every movement tore him inside a little more. He opened his mouth and was surprised when blood didn’t pour from his lips. He was so very close, the absolute pleasure becoming too much.

 

But his child would die first.

 

Gripping his child’s sex, he stroked in time to his movements. It only took three more thrusts and two stroke before his child flew apart with a delicious scream. Bucking wildly up against his father, he drew him deep inside, clenching around him, milking him, forcing him farther than he could bear. A ragged, desperate cry tore from Kain’s throat, as he followed his child into oblivion.

 

Opening his eyes, Raziel found his limbs had turned to mush and he simply could not move. Not that he wanted to. His father was still inside of him and had gracelessly collapsed half on top of him. Smiling, Raziel managed to lift his arms, wrapping them around his father’s shoulders, one hand tweaking his hair. Kain slowly moved, rising up on shaking arms. With a gasp he separated himself from his child and allowed himself to collapse next to him. He felt the fledgling curl in his arms and sighed with exhaustion. Closing his eyes, he felt wetness on his chest. He frowned and tilted his child’s face up to his with a claw under its chin. Blood-stained tears fell from Raziel as he looked to his father.

 

“Why . . . why are you crying?” Kain was pathetically proud that he’d managed the sentence. But before his child could reply he leaned down and drank in the creamy taste of his child’s tears, his own eyes stinging far more than they had a right to.

 

"Father,” the child whispered brokenly against his lips before sealing them together. A shudder crawled up Kain’s spine, at the kiss, stronger and stronger until it wrenched a moan from deep in his throat. The things this child could do to him, he had feared losing control of having his control taken, but this child had twisted him until he’d given it willingly. He swallowed hard, Oh dear lord, this child has me in tatters, his mind hissed, I am undone. “Father.” Raziel’s voice was firmer now.

 

“Shh.” Kain dragged sheets over them, feeling the sunlight press at the boarded windows. Wrapping his arms around Raziel again, he rocked subtly. “You have me child. Sleep now”. Raziel looked at him, then smiled slowly, exhausted, and nuzzled down against him before closing his eyes.

 

Kain knew this had been a mistake, possibly the biggest mistake he had ever made. He knew this one act would most likely be his undoing, but looking down at the sleeping bundle of limbs in his arms he knew he would have done it again, that he would do it again. He let out a long breath that he hadn’t known he’d been holding, and cradled Raziel close, eyelids drifting closed.

 

He did not know how much pain this mistake would cause and quite frankly he didn’t care either.

 

~

 

Slowly Kain felt sleep being forced from him, the soft nuzzling against the back of his neck driving it away. He growled lowly, hoping his child would take the hint, but after a few moments he realised this was not going to happen. Bugger.

 

“You’re awake.” Raziel sounded surprised when his father rolled over and glared at him.

 

“Wonder why,” Kain sighed and closed his eyes.

 

Rolling onto his back, Kain placed a cool hand across his forehead. His head was pounding for some reason. He jumped a little when he felt cool lips close over his own and smiled into the kiss. This wasn’t actually a bad way to wake up. A small hand skimmed gently, barely touching over his shoulder, and moved down, slipping beneath the sheets.

 

“You want . . .” Kain started, opening his eyes, then stopped when Raziel’s eyes suddenly lit up, causing Kain to lift a pail eyebrow in question.

 

“In the bath.” Raziel jumped and clambered over his father. He almost fell from the bed, grabbing his father’s arm and pulling, trying in vain to pull Kain from the sheets. “Like you were before.”

 

“What!” Kain snorted a laugh in surprise, even as the idea complete with in depth mental images, sent an electric jolt to his groin. “No,” he pulled his arm free, “it’ll spill everywhere and filling it again is very difficult.” Oh dear god, I sound like Vorador!

 

“Oh,” Raziel stopped pulling and sighed, dejected. Kain looked at him for a moment before grumbling loudly with mock irritation; he stood and pushed his child onto the bed as he stormed past. Raziel frowned and sat up from his sprawled position. His father was gone. He waited a moment, wondering if Kain would be angry if he went after him. Maybe he’d annoyed him to much; maybe he’d gone downstairs and had no intention of coming back. Raziel almost leapt to his feet at that idea.

 

“Don’t leave!” he called. “It doesn’t matter rea . . .” He stopped when Kain reappeared in the bedroom, dripping with blood, leaving crimson splatters all over the floor.

 

“Are you happy now?” Kain snapped, trying to sound annoyed, but the smirk got in the way. Raziel blinked for a moment before grinning widely, dropping to his knees and reaching for his father.

 

“Very much so.” Raziel nuzzled against his stomach, and Kain’s smirk widened. Vorador had always liked him covered in blood as well.

 

End of Fic

 

Authoress Note; There may be a sequel to this, I’m not sure. I had a lot of ideas that didn’t make it into the fic so I’m playing with the idea of sequel. Please let me know what you think.

 

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