I'd like to thank Aurora Hargreeves for putting this image in my head. Even if she'll kill me when she reads this. Have fun!
Disclamier: I don't own God Child
Note: I have NEVER read God Child OR Cain Saga. This was written in about 5 minutes and written mainly to see how Aurora would react. {Read above}
Cain wasn't one for submission. He wasn't one to be used – that was his 'father.' But when it came to Riff…there was a change in him.
Riff was lover, above friend and of course above butler. Riff cared and wouldn't hurt him, even if Cain would hurt him. And Cain trusted Riff, no matter what.
The night was pitch black, crickets chirping in perfection. The candle nights still burned bright, flames flickering in time with Cain's gasps.
Cain's mouth clamped tight against the velvet pillows, back arching, groin digging deep into the bed and stomach digging even deeper. Meanwhile Riff, no, Riffel, straddled Cain's behind, the candle wax oh…so…slowly…drip…
Drip…
Dripping…
down Cain's back. Spooling over the skin and seeping deep into the lashings and pooling into new scars. And at Riff's pleadings of termination, Cain called back to Riffel.
And at the end of all this, it was Riff who received the sweet, warm kiss from Cain. But it was Riffel who licked those hidden tears away.