Disclaimer: I don't own or claim to own anything from the legacy of Kain series, no matter how much I want to. All characters so far are licensed to crystal dynamics and associated companies.

"Come To Me"

The voice echoed throughout the room filling Raziel with a chill.

The room was dark except for a small lamp in the corner, giving only enough light to know it was there.

"Who's there?" Raziel said softly, it was odd, he had never felt in a position of such little power, he had never felt so…. weak.

"Who's there?" he said raising his voice up a little more than before

"Please … tell me who you are?" he had not finished, when a hand, pale but strong was placed his shoulder and then another on the opposite shoulder, resisting him as he tried to turn to look at this mysterious figure.

And as Raziel stood there under the seemingly all-powerful grip, the stranger leaned in close to his ear.

"Why must I tell you dear Raziel, what you already know"

Stunned by what the figure had said, Raz discontinued to struggle, and without missing a beat raised his hand to the figures face cupping his cheek and dragging his fingers down to their neck.

The figure dropped their hands onto Raz's chest using their long fingernails to trace one areole, then the other causing Raz to let out a slight whimper, the hands then continued to drop, his fingers going over Raziel's well-toned abs and running them back across his stomach, they then moved behind him and undone his leather garb allowing it to fall forward to the floor.

Once again the figure leaned in and this time in a voice brought slimly above mute said "do you want me to stop"

Raziel in clear incapacitation merely shook his head softly and brought his hands from his lover's neck round to his side and back to find their hands to encourage their continuance across his body.

Raz awoke with a start; he had been sleeping badly over the last few weeks.

His dreams were filled with only one thing, a mystery person showing him a pleasure he hadn't felt for many years, but it wasn't strange for him to have sexual dreams as every man has them at one stage or another, however these dreams were filled with more than just sex they were filled with passion and lust for a another but what was most disturbing to him was that the other person, the one in his dream, was a man.

He had never had a gay thought in his entire life, not once and he had been surrounded by what would be called very attractive men most of his life, and nothing, that was why he was so troubled now, with every dream he felt more and more attracted to this mystery man, he felt almost as though he loved him.

"Pant pant oh god… there becoming more frequent, I need to get some water" Raziel sighed as he sat up and stared at the other end of his chamber, being a vampire had its advantages, such as being able to see into the darkness of a room with no light, but he was also and elder and as such he could sleep during what ever part of the day, as the sun had little to no effect upon him.

He swung his legs over the edge of the bed and rubbed his hands over his face to try to remove the vivid imagery still imprinted on his mind, and stood up. He was wearing only his crested cloak tied around his waist the blood red setting of his dark pale skin and glowing yellow eyes, he look quite fierce, a hunter on prowl.

He walked toward the door and reached for the handle, slowly his hand made contact with the cold metal, as he turned it he pushed the door away from him so as to open it, and walked down the corridor and into the kitchen at the end.

Hi grabbed a cup and turned on the tap, filling the cup to the brim and turning the tap off again he sat at the table opposite to the sink.

"I have to stop having these dreams, I'll die if I don't get some sleep soon" he mumbled to himself and lifted the cup to his mouth sculling half the drink and holding it in mid air with TK, hen lent back into the chair and closed his eyes only to be "greeted" with the shadowy figure again.

Opening his eyes he said "damnit…this is gonna kill me alright, what the hell is causing this?"

He grabbed the cup, drank the last and walked back to his room, to, or at least to try to sleep.

AN: ok this is my first Slashy so don't go too hard, J/K critic it as much as possible I'm trying to develop better writing technique so all the help I can get eh?