(Kain)
I did not mean to hurt him, my love, my firstborn son. But he had let our lovemaking interfere with our plans, and I could not allow that. He stalked away in silence, and for several days what little I saw of Raziel included deep glares. We worked together as usual, but I could tell he was angry. And so it was that I went to him that day, as the sun slowly crept into the sky, and laid against his warm body in his bed.
"Get out!" he said sharply. I wrapped one arm around his middle and squeezed him to me.
"No," I said simply. He pushed off my arm and turned towards me.
"Kain, get out!" he said louder.
"Since when do you give me orders, child?" His face fell.
"Kain, please..." His hands were like mine, then, so beautiful, powerful talons that could rip through anything. I knew he wished he could rip through me.
"I know you're angry, Raziel. I did not intend to abandon you that night. I love you. Can you not understand this? You are my lover and my love. But there is still much to do." His eyes were cold, but I could see the thoughts behind his face. He looked down, took one of my hands, and slowly brushed his claws against mine.
"And I love you, Kain," he said. "That is why I become angry. Must this be always behind your precious closed doors?" I wrapped my arms around him and as one we pressed into the bed, bodies warm and soft against each other.
"It is how it must be, for now, Raziel. Your brothers are jealous, and rightfully so. You are beautiful, and more powerful, and my lover and they know it." Raziel slipped his head beneath my chin and I knew that, even as he had grown so much, always seen to others as the cold confident lieutenant, still he could cry, and was crying against me.
"Hold me," I heard him whisper against my chest. I squeezed my arms tighter around him, pressing him against me.
"I love you, Raziel. Remember that." He nodded against me, and then I could feel his lips kissing against my chest and his hands parting my shirt.
I shivered as my child's caresses grew increasingly intimate. He pressed himself closer to me, making it perfectly clear that he wanted to be touched. That Raziel would be open to this so soon after our quarrel came as somewhat of a surprise to me, though most admittedly not an unpleasant one.
I sat up on the bed taking my child with me to free my arms from the now opened silk shirt I had been wearing. Raziel smiled, reaching for me again. I gently cupped his cheek, running one claw tenderly over his smooth ebony lips, smiling gently as he moved to kiss my palm. I captured his face in my hands and pressed my own dark lips to his. Raziel moaned softly and eagerly opened his mouth allowing me to deepen the kiss. I closed my eyes devouring my child's mouth; I didn't think that I could ever get enough of him. I moved one of my hands to support the back of his head, tilting it back slightly to taste as much of him as possible. I used the other to fumble with the leather strap Raziel used to tie back his hair, finally managing to free the lustrous strands of midnight-black, allowing me to run my claws through them. I have always loved doing this; there is something undeniably sensual about stroking another's hair. I know he likes this too. During some of our quiet moments together, just sitting in the same room in comfortable silence, Raziel would come up to me and sit at my feet, laying his head in my lap. He is rather like a cat in some respects, curling up near me, wanting to be held and petted. When I had first awakened Raziel from his long sleep in his crypt, his hair had been rather short. Since our relationship became physically intimate all those years ago, he had grown it out in back. I am sure he did this mainly to please me, a fact which warms my heart, though truly there could never be anything that could make him less than beautiful. My perfect little Raziel, how I want you!
Reluctantly I released my boy's hair, moving one hand down his back, the other still cupping the back of his head and holding him to me, refusing to break the kiss. Raziel emitted a soft gasp, body melting further against mine, as my hand brushed against the sensitive areas of his spine. I smirked against his lips and continued to stroke the flawless alabaster skin of his back.
There are actually a few moments where I regret the loss of my fingers. While the three-taloned claws of an evolved vampire are infinitely stronger and tougher then any human's hands could ever be, this development unfortunately caused a substantial loss of feeling. Though one could still perceive touch, the sensation was considerably dulled. I do miss the sensual feel of Raziel's skin beneath my fingertips.
I was about to take our foreplay further, when Raziel suddenly broke our now constant kissing, brushing his tongue softly across my lips a final time before pulling away. Drawing a panting breath to protest, I opened my eyes only to see my child's handsome face split by the most wicked grin I had ever seen on him.
"You may be my lord and sire, but what power has claimed you get to have all the fun?" Raziel purred, his golden eyes flashing with excitement. With those words he pushed me onto my back, clambered onto me, straddling my thighs and pressed his mouth to mine once more, with bruising force.
For the first time in countless years I was completely taken aback. Although he himself had often initiated many of our more intimate encounters, in all our time together Raziel had never been this forceful. Though, after the initial shock was gone I could not help but laugh inwardly at this unexpected turn of events. Oh this was too much!
Raziel finally released my mouth, turning his attention instead to my neck and chest, allowing me to draw breath to speak.
"Hmm...I believe I like this new attitude of yours. I take it then you're no longer angry with me?" Raziel raised his head from his intensive exploration of my chest, beautiful golden eyes meeting mine.
"Oh but I am. I'm furious. Simply livid!" he grinned. "I'm afraid, my lord, you and I have much to reconcile."
"Really? Well then, where do you suggest we begin?" I smirked back at him, I was sure this would prove most interesting.
(Raziel)
"Mmm, I have a few ideas," I murmured, kissing the juncture between Kain's neck and shoulder. My hands gently traced the contours of his arms and torso, so strong. My hands slid fluidly over perfect white skin, soft but becoming slightly textured in areas, tougher. I'd noticed the subtle changes in his body through the centuries. Though nothing as obvious and drastic as cloven hands and feet had been, certainly nothing requiring a period of hibernation, he was constantly evolving. Changes in his physique, the texture of his skin. He had always been well-built, and he was even more defined now, muscles denser and more prominent. His body was so powerful, every part reflecting the god he was. No matter how my own strength increased, it was nothing compared to him.
I kissed my way further down his chest, pausing to lick over the scar, his death wound, before moving lower still. I want all of him!
Finally I encountered the top of the uniform leather pants we all possessed. I smiled, noticing how my attentions had obviously aroused him.
"But this will never do," I said softly, fingering the laces. He said nothing, just moved his hands lower to undo them, but I caught them in my own. "Let me," I whispered kissing the backs of his hands.
"By all means," he replied, and I set to work untying the intricate lace work. Unfortunately my own arousal left me impatient and my hands were able only to fumble clumsily with the ties, until I finally opted to sever them with my teeth. The ties would be easy enough to replace. Kain merely chuckled.
"Patience, child," he chided teasingly. I snorted.
I ran my hands over his thighs and hips, then up to his waist sliding the tips of my claws under the waistband and then I slid the pants down his legs and off. I tossed them onto the floor to join his shirt as well as my own clothing, which I had removed before going to bed.
Returning my attention to Kain's sex, I draped myself partially over his lap. Hesitantly I ran my tongue over him from base to tip. I felt him shudder and bury the claws of one hand into my hair, gently urging me to continue. Feeling bolder I took him into my mouth, mindful of my sharp teeth. I took him slowly, feeling him harden further in my mouth, caressing the base with my hand. He remained silent throughout, save the occasional gasp and heavy breathing. But having been with him often, and feeling the way his claws tightened their grip in my hair, I knew he was enjoying this.
I continued these ministrations until I myself could wait no longer. I pulled away, giving the tip of his member a parting kiss before crawling back up his body.
Kain's eyes opened slightly, unfocused, golden tone gone hazy with lust. He turned his head towards me.
"Don't stop," he moaned. I laughed softly.
"Now who is being impatient, my lord?" I leaned forward for another kiss, my eyes sliding closed in ecstasy as he responded, ravishing my mouth hungrily. We lay there for some time kissing passionately, our tongues sparring for dominance in an intricate dance.
Finally the heat in my blood reached an unbearable level. My lips left Kain's and instead moved to wander lightly over his strong jaw line and up to his ear. I nipped teasingly at the lobe leaning forward even further to whisper into it.
"Take me." Kain looked at me questioningly.
"Are you certain? We don't have..."
"Yes! Kain, please!" I cut him off, "I want you. All of you. Take me."
He kissed my forehead tenderly, "As you wish."
I rolled off of him moving to lie on my stomach beside him. His hand on my shoulder stopped me. He sat up, pulling me into his lap once again.
"Not like that," he said, "I want you to look at me, I want to see your face this time."
I nodded and shifted to straddle his lap. I was still nervous, but eager to try this once more. Now that I knew what to expect, I thought I could handle the pain better. And I wanted him inside me again, wanted to belong to him completely. My maker, my emperor, my lover.
Kain stroked my back gently in slow calming circles, sensing my unease. When the tension faded he proceeded to grasp me around the waist firmly, lifting my hips and positioning me above him. He kissed me deeply, trying his best to distract me as he began to lower me slowly onto him. But I, overwhelmed by lust and need could not take his slow pace. Biting my lip to keep from crying out I flung myself backward, impaling myself on his shaft entirely. I could hear Kain's sharp intake of breath as I did so. I took several deep breaths of my own, wrapping my arms tightly around his shoulders, and burying my face in his neck, waiting for the pain to fade. It still hurt, though not so much as the previous time. Knowing what to expect and thus being able to brace myself had indeed helped. I'd had worse pain, but the foreignness of the sensation is what was most unnerving.
Kain gently pushed me back, and I winced slightly as the movement forced him in even deeper. I looked up at him questioningly. He said nothing, breathing harsh as he kept himself in check for my sake. He tilted his head slightly, one clawed hand leaving my hip to draw itself slowly over the base of his own throat, producing a shallow cut in the milky white skin.
"What are you..."
"Here, Raziel." His voice was strained as he cut my inquiry short, drawing me to him again.
Understanding filled me and I eagerly closed my mouth over the small wound, nearly overwhelmed at the implications, the sheer intimacy of this act. Mortals could never understand. Our blood is too precious, and the sharing of blood between vampires is almost never done, rarer still for a subordinate to be given opportunity to take the blood of one more powerful then himself. And to be given the blood of one so powerful as Kain! Only at the time of their births, to cement their new life had my brothers ever been offered it. And only a few additional times had I been allowed it. To have his blood now, so freely given to me, for something so small as to ease my discomfort, was overwhelmingly wonderful. I was not just his child, his lieutenant, here with him now I was his equal, his lover.
His blood tasted heady and rich, so much more so than human blood. Aged like fine wine. Ancient and primal, Kain's blood tasted of power and was infinitely more intoxicating than any other substance I had ever encountered. A few mouthfuls was all I received before the skin healed of it's own accord, wound closing and smoothing over. But it was much more than enough to heal any discomfort I felt. The pain had vanished completely, leaving behind only the pleasant sensation of being stretched and filled. Even so, I continued to tease that spot on his neck, sucking and nipping lightly at his flesh with my teeth. I dared to mark him as he himself had done to me.
Finally I raised my head to look into Kain's eyes but discovered they were squeezed tightly shut. His face was a mask of intense concentration, jaw muscles tensed as he fought to keep still for me. I felt a small sense of power in the knowledge that it was me who was doing this to him. Causing him to fight so hard for control.
"Kain," I murmured huskily, pressing my mouth to his in another searing kiss. "I love you."
With that I began to move, writhing slowly in his lap, rocking against him. At this I could practically feel his self-restraint snap, and he surged into me. Clawed hands gripping my hips tightly enough to bruise as he raised me and brought me back down onto him.
Soon we were moving smoothly against each other, rising and falling in perfect sync. Kain angled my hips slightly, adjusting my position on his lap. All of a sudden he hit something inside me, causing my back to arch as I cried out. I clutched desperately at his shoulders as he continued his relentless assault, hitting that perfect spot each time, my cries growing louder and more frequent.
I bit my lip suddenly as my pleasure-hazed mind irrationally brought back the words from that little "conversation" I had had with Zephon. Was it truly possible he could hear us? I didn't like that thought. To have that treacherous little insect aware of Kain and my more intimate moments was rather nauseating.
However, soon all thoughts of my abhorred younger sibling were washed completely away, along with all reason and coherent speech. Kain had pushed me over onto my back laying his own weight atop me as he continued to rock inside of me. To the deepest levels of Hell with Zephon and everything his twisted mind came up with! Nothing else mattered. Nothing else existed in this moment but Kain and this act.
Kain's movements became harder and faster, and I welcomed it. I clung to him more tightly, urging him to go deeper, faster. My own erection pressing against his stomach bringing me ever closer to the edge.
I felt his lips on my neck and chest, kissing and nipping gently. He murmured softly against my skin, warm breath fanning my neck. Words spoken more to himself, they were stated so quietly I could barely hear him in my current state.
"... mine. Sweet Raziel. You are mine!"
"Yours," I was surprised to here my own breathless voice answer; my body and mind no longer seemed to be connected. "I've always been yours, will always be yours!" My words seemed to urge him on further and my back arched under his unyielding attack.
"Ahh! Kain! So good!"
(Kain)
'Will always be yours.' Ah Raziel, if you only knew.
Those words whispered to me set my blood aflame. Bearing my fangs in a feral snarl I claimed my child's mouth again in a harsh kiss. I kissed him deeply, softening it slightly by cupping his face gently and caressing the nape of his neck.
I pulled back to look at his face. He is so beautiful. Never more so than in these moments. His eyes were half lidded with a faraway look, lips slightly swollen from my kisses. Utter perfection.
Despite my resolution to be more careful with him, it seemed it was Raziel himself who desired most to make me break that resolve. His talons dug sharply into my skin as he wrapped his legs about my waist, urging me to take him harder. He thrust his hips up to meet mine, frantically trying to keep pace even as he pressed for me to move faster.
Neither of us could last much longer. Such heat! So tight, so good. I could here Raziel panting in my ear. His breathy moaning turned to a near shriek as I reached between us, grasping his penis in my hand, stoking it firmly in time to my thrusts.
He flung his arms about my neck and buried his face in my shoulder, muffling his cries as he came hard in my hand. His body shuddered, tightening around me and I too was undone. With a soft groan I buried myself within him one last time spilling myself in side of him, before collapsing atop him, breathing heavily.
Slowly we both came back to ourselves. I could feel Raziel's claws running gently through my hair. With a soft sigh I rolled off of him to lie beside him, only to feel his arms immediately come around me again.
"Kain, I know of the importance of your plans. And I know that you no longer need to sleep during the day as I do, but... once... just this once...stay with me?"
"Of course," I reply.
He smiled, appreciatively. I returned his smile, then pressed a kiss to his forehead.
My dear, enigmatic child, at once so god-like and so human. He possessed a strength unsurpassed by any save myself. A strength that could bring all of Nosgoth to it's knees, trembling before him, burning in his wake. Yet he also showed signs of a strange frailty, a need to be loved and accepted, reassured of his importance.
Human's refuse to believe that we have any thoughts or feelings save for destruction and lust for power. But we do. We can feel each and every emotion they can. We can love, as any man could, and we can fall victim to that love just as easily. We all felt these, Raziel perhaps most keenly of all.
I pulled him closer to me and he laid his head on my chest, closed his eyes and slowly drifted off. While it was true I no longer needed to sleep, lying their with Raziel in my arms, I allowed myself to relax completely for the first time in centuries, and for that time, as my dear child slept, I felt content.
Notes: Well here's chapter three. This chapter was a bit longer than the others and it's all one big sex scene! Oh also, this is Yaoi Diva's first lemon so be kind please! There will be a total of three lemons in this whole thing. This is what happens when two rabid Yaoi fangirls co-author a fic.
Next up will be chapter four in which our fanfic develops a plot! Please, please review!