I don't own True Blood.
Located in another timeline, in another world, an ostracized young man is unexpectedly offered up as a sacrifice, but what happens when the faceless God wants so much more? (Join Kanin in another scenario as he effortlessly wins the heart of Godric.) AU Dark Subjects
NOTE: So I've been gone a long time...happy to be back though! x3
WARNINGS CHAPTER 1: (violence) (kidnapping) (drugging) (ostracizing) (cult) (unrealistic orgasms) (smut) (Guy on guy)
DARK HYMN-MESSIAH
Clenching ice-cold hands into fists, Kanin brought them to his lips and expelled warm breath to soothe his poor fingers. Isolated within the decrepit stone, the ostracized man huddled closer to the warm flames that devoured the dried wood in the hearth. The howl of the winter wind chimed eerily outside as he curled into a ball clenching the thick blanket, a gift from his only friend.
A friend he knew nothing about...with one hand unclenching the covering, Kanin reached to roam his fingertips across the front of his throat. Immediately, he located the scars, thin flaws creating the cursed symbol of exile. Squeezing his gray eyes shut, he traced the brand shaped like a sun while his drifting thoughts circled back to the mysterious stranger, who continued to demonstrate kindness. His Emiil. Of course, the name was given by him. A unisex name fitting for the unknown shadow watching over him.
Kanin chuckled at the remembrance of how he acted months ago when Emiil first gave him gifts. At the beginning of their strange relationship, he grew furious, and paranoid when he observed the necessities. Two apples, an unopened bottle of honeyed ale, and six brass. Coins he certainly needed to acquire food if he wanted to survive another two weeks. And once the worst of winter hit, he found himself covered with a heavier blanket, considerably better than the tattered sheet he used before. A comfortable blanket decorated with stitched runes of multiple hues, lined with thick fur colored in various shades of brown.
But when his Emiil never embarked to exploit him, warmth expanded in his chest. A lonely affection swelled inside his heart cavity, throbbing with want. Then the dreams came. Emiil wielded so many faces and so many voices. Possessed the body of a man occasionally before possessing the body of a woman. Male or female, it didn't matter and it didn't prevent him from waking; begging, and leaking precum.
The guilt would inevitably come after, pursued by self-loathing. Kanin yearned for Emiil but that didn't mean Emiil wanted him. The threatening tumble of tears approached at that agonizing thought. Pity could be the leading cause. Emiil could pity him...and that was so much worse than the locals shunning him. Shunned because of the symbolic brand etched on the front of his throat. Orphaned and without companions, he grew up alone, battling to survive the trial of life until Emiil. His Emiil found him.
Blinking sluggishly, he whispered his prayer to the faceless god. The god who descended on the night of the lunar eclipse, the blood moon, every fifty years to collect the sacrifice the high priests provided, and in return, he'd bless the selfish wealthy with grain, ale, and gold that could last for decades.
Kanin thanked the faceless for his survival, and murmured his worship, but didn't dare ask for anything in return. Even though he wanted...he wanted Emiil.
The young man uttered his devotions until he couldn't fight off the lure of sleep any longer.
「₪」
Fidgetting awake to radiant light shining brightly in his eyes immediately compelled him to wince before turning away from the cracked window. Now facing the ember glow in the small fireplace, half-lidded gray eyes discovered a canteen and an apple sitting on the stone foundation of the fireplace. He grinned sluggishly at the sight. Emiil. Hoisting himself onto his rear, he stretched first, raising his arms high above his head and shivering from the bite of cold air before reaching to snag the dark green container. Uncapping the canteen, he brought the opening to his chapped lips and sipped on the refreshing liquid with an appreciative moan. Trusting Emiil not to poison him, he drank the liquid down. It was fruit juice, the flavor of oranges savored on his tongue. Finishing the beverage, he capped the canteen, placing it back on the stone before lifting the apple to his lips. Thanking Emiil with an affectionate murmur, he bit into his breakfast.
Later, Kanin outfitted himself in thick layers of clothes, preparing himself for the undesired day. Hands protected in gloves, he fought against the heavy snow located on the other side of the entrance to his home before closing the door behind him. Gray eyes lifted, locating the ghostly mountains under the overcast sky. He shivered at the sight of the black fortress. It overshadowed the village, ruins belonging to a darker time. A fortification, centuries-old, once inhabited by a savage tyrant who ruled over the people until he made the error of coming upon the faceless deity, offending the god many centuries ago.
An offense that led to his downfall. Once the tyrant was lifeless, surrounded by the rustic color of sanguine, the village formed a new covenant, electing high priests and building the cathedral dedicated to the faceless deity. Rituals emerged and blood sacrifices became the norm, strengthening on the wakening of the blood moon. The faceless became everything and owned everyone. The people, their possessions, and their land. He breathed the first sapling, embodied the first harvest, developed the dying leaves of autumn, and flew on the cold bite of winter. He was everywhere, hearing every prayer. He was the father, the speechless listener to nearly all, nearly...the high priests were his disciples, the ones he whispered secrets and orders to in the dark.
Kanin trembled against the cutting blade of freezing wind, shaking off the eerily appearance of the fortress high above and initiating his daily routine. He started his day fetching ice to melt into the water for thirst before sneaking into the frozen fields owned by the wealthy to dig for buried vegetables enduring the freeze. This was ruled as stealing, and he understood that if he was caught, the outcome would be a severe lashing. Kanin wasn't inclined to face the whip and so after he collected four tiny carrots, he fled before a sentry patrol detected him.
Inspecting his snares in the treeline of the barren winter wasteland that housed various trees with icy limbs, void of leaves, he was grateful to find a rabbit. The poor creature was malnourished from the harsh winter, and he sympathized. He broke its neck quickly, barely able to stomach the same technique he exercised for years.
Journeying home, he passed others like him, not branded but struggling, impoverished and starving. He dismissed their glares and gossip and ignored the shunning until one dared to demand the rabbit he carried. The woman received bared teeth and venomous eyes instead. She wasn't his friend, none of them were. Nothing but vultures if he had anything of value to give, castles made out of sand. Kanin continued on his way, dismissing the profanities she directed at his back.
Nearing his home, an elder leaning on a cane, dressed in crimson robes caught his attention. The black-bearded man had an escort of sentries. Kanin slowed his stride when jet-black eyes encountered his. Hard and calculating, the elder examined him eerily, influencing the young man to instantly lower his gaze. His heartbeat sped up, slamming against his ribcage. What was a high priest doing in the slums? He wondered for an agonizing moment if he was caught...Impossible, there was no way someone witnessed him snatching the carrots in the vast, frozen field.
Hiking around the elder and his guards, making sure he stayed as far away as he could, Kanin's heart dropped into the pit of his stomach when his bicep was grabbed by a sentry, halting him in his tracts. Unable to breathe, he veered his wide-eyed stare to the left, engaging numerous prying eyes.
"What's your name, branded?"
"...Kanin." He stuttered, reluctant and uneasy.
And then the elder smirked, a smirk that transmitted a shiver to slither up his spine. His jaw and back tensed, muscles coiling in response.
"Do you pray, Kanin?"
"Every night." He replied honestly, presuming his answer would be what the priest wanted to hear. Some tension eased out of his body when the elder appeared delighted.
"Will you be in the town square on this eve when the lunar eclipse wakes?"
Kanin stifled his wince, jaw tightening at the insidious question. "No, my lord. It's forbidden for a branded to join the festivities."
The priest seemed to swell with satisfaction at his shame. "That's correct. It pleases me to know that even a branded understands his place."
Resentment flushed Kanin's features, reddening the tips of his ears as the sentry released him from deadly claws. "On your way, Kanin."
He instantly made his escape, grim and furious, withdrawing from the elder's intense stare and entering his home. Closing the door immediately behind him, Kanin pressed his back against rotting wood, thoroughly ruffled.
Forcefully pushing the unsettling encounter away from the forefront of his mind, Kanin lit a flame and cleaned the rabbit, and by the time it roasted above the crackling fire, he still shook. Twilight transformed into night, and at night, Kanin picked the bones clean, consuming the rabbit entirely on his own. He purified the water he obtained at the beginning of the day, letting it cool before drinking his fill. And when he was satisfied, content with the fullness of his belly, he readied for bed.
Curling up in front of the fire under his blanket and resting his head on his makeshift pillow, gray eyes watched the dancing flames, Emiil occupying his mind until exhaustion stole him away.
「₪」
Fear.
Kanin tasted the primitive instinct as he was seized by hands, forcing him out of slumber. The young man fought blindly, wild eyes unseeing for an agonizing eternity as a palm jammed itself over his mouth, muffling his scream. Imprisoned in a strong embrace, he dug his fingernails into the steel bracer of the arm wrapped around his midsection. His teary vision focused enough to find the priest from earlier, standing beside the opened entrance and examining him with curiosity.
"Never before have we offered a branded," He sniffed before scowling with revulsion, glaring at Kanin with disdain. "Consider yourself blessed, boy. He will accept no one else but you."
The pace of his wild heartbeat intensified when the elder limped closer, the dark cane tapping on against the cracked stone. "But are you impure, Kanin?"
His self-preservation instantly urged him to struggle in the hold of his assailant, but his endeavor only caused the one at his back to grapple with him, tightening limbs around his writhing form while the palm clenched his jaw, fingers gouging into his face, strong enough to discolor his skin. "I asked you a question, branded."
The elder expressed plainly, infuriating Kanin enough to spit out a vicious, "Fuck you!"
The armored body behind him changed positions before he was forced facedown on the floor. Forehead, and chin whacking against the stone foundation, causing his vision to white out momentarily when agony lit him up like a beacon. The palm that abused his jaw clenched a fistful of his hair, keeping him in place as he whined.
"Give him the Fea...we'll find out." The high priest's serpent-toned voice echoed before the hand yanked at his hair, lifting his cringing features from the floor. Another tug to Kanin's roots dropped his lips open, readied to expel a pained cry only for a hand to cover his mouth a second time. Gray eyes bulged as a horrendous, thick liquid confronted his tongue. He choked, gagging on the bitter slime, endeavoring to spit it out, but fingers pinched his nose shut, forcing him to swallow the thick sap.
The assailant ultimately released him, leaving him wheezing out gasps on the cold floor. The interior of his throat numbed before the deadening sensation expanded, immobilizing his limbs, and turning him boneless and confused.
The world spun in color, and Kanin swayed in freezing hues and muffled voices that heightened with a roar of various tones calling out insults he could still recognize in the numbed state.
Branded. Undeserving. Tainted.
Kanin couldn't prevent the tears from forming, streaking the sensation of heat down his features as he wordlessly chanted for Emiil. Time merged into fuzzier colors and his vision shook while the scent of fresh paper and incense of lavender-wrapped sage surrounded him. Shadowed hands ultimately lunged from the corners of his blackening vision, dragging him down, kicking and screaming into the void.
「₪」
He woke to a cold floor with aching shoulders and burning skin, trapped in silk, and he couldn't prevent the groan from emerging as the pace of his breath quickened. Deliriously, he rolled onto his back, gasping as his weight settled on bound arms before his hazy vision attached to the vaulted ceiling of the cathedral. A masterpiece adorned the ceiling. Artwork depicting featureless people standing amongst golden wheat. A black dog without a head stood on its hind legs...Faceless, armored horses in a colored parade.
Kanin whimpered as his skin ignited and he glanced down, panting like a canine in heat. Confused and offended when his eyes found his cock, excited and barely concealed beneath the short robe. A brazen satin robe dyed black, clashing with the pale shade of his thighs.
"Wgh?" Eyebrows furrowed at the failed comment of, what the fuck. His tongue was numbed and heavy, difficult to control. Rolling back onto his side with great difficulty, Kanin made an effort to climb onto his wobbly feet without the use of his arms but he failed extraordinarily, pressing his forehead against the cracked marble floor, and whimpering out pants when the silky fabric he wore shifted with his movements, skimming his erection. Kanin quivered as an eternity passed, the phenomenon of the fever heightened, scorching his insides and his breathing ceased when he noticed the faint sensation of fluid trickling down the back of his thighs.
Hostility materialized and intensified, boiling his blood at the appalling realization of what could have possibly transpired while he was unconscious. His jaw tightened as he clenched his teeth together, fighting against the building tears and choking sob.
"What troubles you, little one?"
Kanin tensed from his position as a voice, deep and toneless reached him. He immediately tried to regulate his noisy breathing as he turned his head to face the speaker while curling in on himself, protecting as much of his traitorous body as he was able. "W-what is...?" Kanin slurred, questioning the man stepping from the shadows, donned in a crimson robe. Another high priest.
"Ah, it's oil laced with an aphrodisiac. We require you to be obedient in the presence of the faceless but don't be alarmed, you're still untouched."
"Fu-" Kanin tried to speak his response, making an effort to offend the priest with a single reply, but the dark-skinned elder footed closer, influencing Kanin to stiffen further.
"You should be happy, Kanin."
"I-I d-on't want t-to die!" He gasped, breathing harshly, eyes wild, drowning in panic.
Pity brushed across the elder's features. "We all must die. How long would it have been before winter took you? We're doing you a favor."
"B-by sa-sacrificing me!" He shouted, voice cracking, struggling against the rope binding his arms as nausea churned his stomach.
"The decision made was out of mercy, kindness. I pray in the afterlife you'll forgive us."
"Not kindness!" Kanin wheezed, black spots penetrating the edges of his vision.
Solemn, gold eyes softened, "He wants you, Kanin. The faceless desires you."
"H-he doesn't!"
"Our lord found you in the night, listened to your gratitude, your prayers. He's made it clear he wants no one else."
Kanin's vision blurred into black, "How—"
"You're our salvation."
The high priest transformed into a swirl of color, so much red, motivating Kanin to close his eyes and turn away, facing the cold floor. But the high priest wasn't done with him, wouldn't shut up and leave Kanin alone.
"When he comes to you, it will be dark and you'll not see him but he'll see you, keep your eyes lowered, and do not speak. Say nothing, do you understand?"
His jaw tightened in response before he forced the insult out with difficulty. "F-fuck you."
Kanin fought to keep the pace of his breathing under control while the sound of footsteps withdrew, leaving silence to reign. As time ticked on, the ache became unbearable, stretching, spreading to his scalp, to the tip of his toes. Whimpers flowed freely and he writhed against the chill of marble, flushed and begging.
A dark choir assembled and echoed in the distance, reverberating a phenomenal hymn devoted to the faceless deity. Gray eyes blinked away tears as the blood of the moon encased him and the spacious room in an eerie red glow.
Kanin wasn't foolish to believe he could deny the faceless. He wouldn't dare. The priest was correct as much as he hated to admit it, to be consumed by the faceless was the highest honor. You should be happy. He should have been...he was branded. The only future he would be allowed to have involved loneliness and death. Forbidden to bond, sire children, or reserve property, never be happy, never know others, no family and no friends. A fresh wave of tears blurred his vision.
Emiil.
He wasn't allowed to want.
「₪」
"Crimson has waned, the faceless waits."
"The branded relinquished its pride."
"-lost in longin-."
"-drained of blood by morning."
Kanin's eye lolled with ecstasy when hands grabbed his bound arms, pleasure pooling in his lower abdomen. Lifted off his feet, he floated higher as simple touches to revealed skin drove him insane with need, reddening his blurry vision. The hands placed him down on his stomach in a sea of clouds before his sore arms were unbound. Kanin pulled them under his body for protection with a grateful moan. Multiple voices hummed around him before his vision went black. A wooden door closed loudly as darkness settled around him, leaving nothing but shadows to be detected while he listened to his own heavy breathing.
And time advanced.
A chilling breeze entered the room with a spine-chilling moan, creeping up his bare legs and settling on his back. Defense from the thin robe against the winter wind was weak, causing Kanin to shiver through the flushed heat that entrapped him.
The sensation of an unexpected touch startled him and he stiffened, expelling a muffled moan as cool fingertips climbed up the back of his right leg.
Faceless.
Squeezing his eyes shut, he concentrated on his noisy breathing as fingertips brushed the back of his thigh.
"S-stop." He stuttered as the bed dipped from the weight belonging to the deity.
The fingertips vanished, nearly rendering him to plea for the gentle touch to return. The body above shifted closer, hovering over his tense form. "Kanin."
An accented voice, husky and affectionate, hummed near his ear, causing his body to ignite from sound alone. "Did you like the blanket?"
Kanin's ceased his breath for an unbearable moment as the voice continued, "Did the brass help keep you fed?... You're still too thin." A comfortable weight settled over him and the impression of human-like features huddled into the nape of his neck. The sound of sniffing was heard.
"Do you wish for other fruit besides apples? The folk drugged you...not what I wanted." The voice deepened with a vexed growl. "They'll pay."
Clenching the sheets with his fingers, Kanin allowed the choking sob to heave from his throat as tears broke free, streaking heat down his features, soaking the bedsheets.
An animalistic hiss chimed above him, but Kanin didn't care. There was no fear, not when he could only feel swelling affection for Emiil. Emiil.
Emiil was the faceless. The nightmare transformed into a dream, a good dream.
His Emiil, the deity changed positions above him before cool hands gathered him into a tight embrace. A strong arm curled around his midback, rubbing his flank as a hand caressed his wet features before locating his head, where it brushed digits through his hair, above his ear, with a soothing motion. "Don't weep, little rabbit."
Curled in the lap of Emiil, Kanin blinked away joyous tears and lifted his arm, expelling an emotional murmur when his fingertips traced a strong jawline. "Emiil." He breathed, reaching with his other hand to join the first. Kanin searched the features of his beloved as the strong arms embracing him, tightened their hold. He traced a smooth jawline, and cheekbones and thumbed over soft eyelids before discovering velvet lips and locating sharp canines. Kanin paused, his vision unseeing as he huddled closer. Parting the lips of his Emiil further, he stroked his thumb over blunt teeth and two pointed canines carefully, intrigued when a growling moan responded, pooling warmth into his abdomen and stirring his cock.
The flush, the fever on his skin intensified but this time he yearned for it. Kanin removed his thumb from sharp canines and leaned in, searching for lips in the dark. They met him halfway, graceful as he fumbled. Unexperienced, he faltered in the kiss but Emiil seized control with a searching tongue and silken lips.
He became breathless and dizzy, flushed and trembling as Emiil's mouth and hands worked him into a hazy fever. And when he jerked swollen lips out of the kiss, the unnecessary robe lay open, hanging partway off his shoulder. A shoulder that Emiil gave immediate attention to, kissing and sucking Kanin's skin.
"What do you want from me?" Kanin breathed, moaned his question, fastening arms around Emiil's shoulders and burying fingers into soft, short hair felt at the back of his lover's head. Concealing his features into a clothed shoulder and breathing in the aroma of pines, a forest of pines, shrouded in the addicting scent of spice.
"Everything."
Kanin ejected an optimistic whine, lifting his face from Emiil's shoulder, head spinning at the dark response uttered into his skin before a wicked tongue lapped into his willing mouth, claiming. He's pushed down, his back connecting with soft sheets as Emiil settled over him. Closer.
The kiss was crushing, sharp canines knocking against his teeth. He's panting. Noisy, and gasping as Emiil pulled out of the kiss, locating his jaw, licking and mouthing at his skin before descending to his throat and collarbone.
The indistinguishable fire burned him, searing his insides as the useless robe was stripped from him and tossed. Currently exposed to the eyes of a god.
A god who could see through the shadows of the black room.
Kanin lingered, flushed and trembling for what would happen next. Shuddering against the cold air, Kanin brought his hands up to cover his mouth, muffling a lewd moan as cool hands descend back to his body, stroking his stomach and ribcage before locating his nipples. Strokes of teasing pleasure tormented him before the desired mouth of his lover joined. Emiil's tongue, cool and wet, influenced the areola to pebble as fingers toyed with the other, driving Kanin into a fit of soft moans, stifled by his palms.
His skin was too hot, the sheets at his back felt too rough, and Emiil's clothes were too rough. He needed—
Fingers curled around his wrists, pulling his hands away from his mouth, releasing his pitiful pleas in the process.
"Please— Emiil—Emiil."
"I want to hear you." The throaty murmur cooed, influencing him to flush and quiver. Kanin's wrists were released. His panting breath punched out of his lungs at the sensation of a hand encircling him. Gray eyes broadened, mouth becoming slack as a tongue licked a moist streak up to the crown of his cock.
Kanin twisted fistfuls of silken fabric, chest stuttering when a fangless mouth encased him entirely. The coolness of Emiil's mouth did nothing to deter his arousal. Rather, it intensified when Emiil moaned...vibrated around his cock, driving Kanin wild, compelling him to buck.
"S-sorry." He gritted out, throwing his hips helplessly, instinctively into the wonderfully, wet cavern. A repressed chuckle greeted his ears before Emiil carried him deeper, bobbing and working Kanin into blinding pleasure.
He burned.
The warmth increasing in his abdomen intensified, wave after wave. Emiil fondled his balls, stroked his inner thigh, and hummed. Kanin's climax crashed around him without warning, pushing him to cry out, his legs were weak, and he was weak. With eyes rolling, body tensing like a bowstring, he couldn't give Emiil any warning before spilling into the mouth surrounding him.
Flushed and hypersensitive, Kanin expelled a disbelieving keen when Emiil worked him through his peak, swallowing everything he gave with a vibrating hum, bobbing, driving him into pleasured discomfort. He writhed under the attention, teary and quivering.
"Wait, I can't—Too much—"
That wicked mouth didn't stop, bruising fingers digging into his thighs. Kanin twisted sheets in his fists, knuckles white before pushing and striking at unbudging shoulders, clenching short strands of hair in a fist and yanking frantically, squirming oversensitive, and sobbing. Fought to escape the agonizing pleasure of that mouth.
"E-Emiil sto—"
His second orgasm wrecked him, leaving him dripping saliva through the embarrassing hiccups escaping his throat. "P-please—" Deliriously, he shuddered as Emiil finally eased off of his exhausted cock, crawling up his body with an unnatural rumble. Like a feline, his lover purred, settling over him, lapping at his tears, and the drool escaping his mouth.
"My treasure." The accented voice, mysterious and husky growled before arms, safe and unbreakable, encircled him. Kanin expelled a choked sob, wrapping his arms tightly around Emiil in return, desperately as features nuzzled into his cheek and jawline.
But the calm didn't last...Kanin didn't expect it too. Not with the drugs in his system, not with Emiil laying flush against him, and so he initiated the next phase because he couldn't keep his hands to himself. Couldn't stop panting like a dog in heat. The man rejoiced in slipping his hands into the bottom hem of Emiil's shirt, discovering the smooth back of his lover. Pressing closer when Emiil changed positions and searched for something in the dark. Kanin flinched when a wandering hand found its way between his thighs, then the globes of his rear before a finger, coated in cold oil, worked its way inside of him. Curled around Emiil, he panted into the jawline of his lover as the strange, uncomfortable sensation evolved into pleasure.
His whimpers increased, right into Emiil's ear as those fingers push deeper. It was thoughtful and gentle. Tears blazed his features as he clawed at Emiil's clothes, needing to feel his lover's skin against his. Fingers removed themselves, leaving him empty and desperate for the ache to stop. The deity climbed out of his arms, causing Kanin to expel a whine.
"Shhh." The hum of his lover eased his worries and he reached out, finding Emiil's stomach before the shirt was gone, sliding out from under his palms, and deposited somewhere in the room.
The deity allowed Kanin's hands to wander, muscles moving, flexing under his touch until he reached lower, immediately locating the arousal trapped behind the barrier of fabric. Kanin's mouth dried when his wrist was snagged. An animalistic growl rumbled, but it did nothing to weaken his need, it only caused a wanton moan to spring from his throat.
"Emiil."
Kanin whimpered and the hand tightened around his wrist, almost painful before withdrawing, the weight of his lover vanished from the bed.
He remained untouched, laying in darkness for a moment, a single moment before the body of Emiil climbed back over him. Skin against skin, Kanin accepted the fanged kiss as the naked arousal of his lover dug into his stomach.
"Such a good boy."
The praise warmed him and caused him to blush in the darkness of the room. The hand of his lover gripped his chin, and a tongue licked into his mouth before Emiil changed positions again, descending his trembling body.
"I'm going to claim you now, beautiful boy." Kanin stiffened in distress as Emiil settled between his legs. "No?" The god immediately asked, unquestionably witnessing Kanin's reaction. The sensation of warmth gripped his heart. This was a god, an immortal between his legs. Gods didn't ask, they cruelly seized what they wanted without fear of any consequences, but this one did. He asked. Kanin blinked the tears away, "Nervous," He explained hastily, chewing on his bottom lip. "I want you too, Emiil. I-I've dreamed of you, touched myself at the thought—" Kanin's voice withered, shame reddening his cheeks and the tips of his ears, flushing his throat and collarbone.
"I know," His lover, features disguised by the pitch-black surrounding them, admitted with a tender murmur. "I've overheard."
Kanin groaned with mortification and closed his eyes, raising his arms to conceal his flushed face with his hands. Emiil leaned in, reaching to grab his hands before pulling his arms up. The impression of lips and fangs trailed over his knuckles, landing kisses on both sets.
"I desired you as well," Emiil whispered against his knuckles."The noises you made..."
"I wouldn't have rejected you," Kanin replied, gazing into the darkness, searching for the silhouette of his lover.
"You should." Kanin took notice of Emiil's tone, the slight irritation.
"You're angry?" Distress assembled, comparable to a massive weight in his gut. Anxiety surged, and the sensation of it crawled up his throat as his muscles coiled and his spine stiffened. "Forgive me." Scarcely breathing, he lay tense and unseeing, his hands still trapped in the deity's hold.
Emiil's lips pressed against his knuckles apologetically, "There's nothing to forgive. Forgive me."
"Always," Kanin replied immediately, heart picking up speed when Emiil released his hands and shifted, settling back between his legs.
Cool hands were seizing his thighs, lifting his legs to rest on strong shoulders, and Kanin gasped from the new position. Anticipation didn't linger, not when Emiil pushed inside of him deliberately. Kanin couldn't breathe over the strain, over the pressure, over the stretch. His jaw fell open, breath hitching repeatedly before stuttering.
Emiil settled and lingered for a short moment before almost withdrawing completely and Kanin wasn't prepared for the forward thrust the immortal granted him. Wasn't ready for Emiil burying deeper. And he couldn't stop his eyes from rolling as pained ecstasy arched his spine. Grasping the sheets in his fists beneath him desperately, he was forced to expel obscene moans. Emiil pressed down, falling over him, causing his leaking cock to be caught between two different physiques, producing additional pleasure. The god's hips rolled, shoving and crushing a spot inside Kanin over and over, causing white-hot heat to build.
He felt stuffed...too much pressure. Emiil's cock was fire inside him, thick...too much. Overwhelming. Hot liquid streaking his features, Kanin reached for Emiil, trembling and weeping, his hands located his lover's collarbone and shoulder, grabbing at cool flesh desperately.
"Plea— Please, hold me." He begged, beseeched as pleasure propelled him higher. Emiil reacted immediately, leaning back, resting on his haunches, and fastening powerful arms around Kanin's midback. Lifted, he expelled a high keen at the new position as Emiil's length pushed deeper. Flush against his lover, Kanin broadcasted audible whines as steady hands clenched the cheeks of his rear, squeezing and bouncing him on the thick cock. Too much.
The shock of his climax curled his toes and rolled his eyes upward into his skull, cock spilling between them, causing him to choke and pull taut. Emiil snarled, grinding and shoving himself into Kanin's quivering body desperately. He tensed, muscles becoming rigged, and fingers tightened before he expelled a deep, masculine groan. Kanin expected Emiil's release, anticipated his lover to discontinue his movements, but astonishment broadened gray eyes as the deity persisted, thrusting into Kanin's oversensitive body, shoving deeper, and remaining equipped for the ensuing session.
"W-w!" Kanin stuttered, dragging his fingertips down the muscled, coiled back of his lover. He squirmed in Emiil's lap, huffing out whimpers and sobs as his cock swelled. An unsteady keen ripping from his throat when he released another collection of seed between their bodies. Emiil didn't cease his thrusts, even as Kanin's body spasmed and clenched around him. "E-Emiil!" Kanin's forehead dropped down, landing on the strong shoulder of his god. "Ah- M-my Emiil."
"Kanin." His lover hissed and changed positions. Kanin found himself on his back with Emiil folded over him, foreheads pressed together as the deity's rolling hips transformed, thrusting harder, unnaturally. Emiil kissed him just as another climax crashed down without warning. A cool tongue ravaged his mouth as he expelled a muffled cry. Sharp canines sliced his lip and his mouth pooled with the taste of his blood. Blood that Emiil lapped up with a delighted moan.
Emiil regardless wasn't satisfied enough to cease his thrusts, compelling Kanin to learn the stamina of a god.
「₪」
Kanin had long given up on holding back the tears and drool that now escaped him freely. Clenching the sheets beside his head, he buried his features into the bedding, expelling raw cries as fingers dug deeper into his hips painfully. The overwhelming thrusts influenced another climax to spurt out of his uselessly dribbling cock, compelling him to squirm and tighten under the force of the immortal. Clawing at the sheets, Kanin's gray eyes rolled, jaw becoming slack as white-hot ecstasy strained him into nonsense.
Delirious and shaky, he blinked sluggishly when he was rolled onto his back. Emiil buried back inside him, folding over his body in the process and bestowing him a deep kiss, ravaging his mouth as endless brutal thrusts wrecked his battered body.
He's achieved another orgasm, writhing in the embrace of his lover, blunt nails digging into cool biceps. Kanin voiced broken pleas as Emiil insisted on destroying him through the aftershocks of the continuous orgasms. He couldn't take it anymore. Oversensitive and a sobbing jumble of disheveled thoughts, the broken requests gushed from his sore throat.
"Hurts— Too much," Kanin begged as fangs marked his flesh. "Emiil, please. Please."
He beseeched endlessly to his faceless lover as fingers undoubtedly discolored his skin further. A mouth located his abused nipple, sharp canines scraping across skin as unnatural thrusts unexpectedly heaved another orgasm out of him and he shuddered at the abrupt dry climax, keening and going taut. He had nothing left. An animalistic snarl against his nipple chimed as Emiil buried deep, climaxing and sinking sharp canines into his chest.
The session ended, leaving Kanin relieved and exhausted, but sated. Emiil sucked at his nipple, humming with audible swallows, seizing Kanin's blood for himself.
He didn't mind...honestly, Kanin felt like he was on the verge of passing out. Weariness crept into his limbs, rendering them heavy with invisible weights. Emiil lifted himself before the sensation of his cock slipped out, pulling at Kanin's sensitive interior walls. He expelled a whimper, thoroughly sore and aching as his lover's seed pursued, trickling to pool on the sheets between his legs.
A soothing rumble greeted his ears as Emiil settled beside him. Kanin didn't remain in his position for long before arms encircled him, turning his aching body until his features pressed against a purring chest. He breathed in the mingled scent of sex, pines, and spice with a joyful hum, curling his arms around his lover as fingers toyed with the strands of his hair.
"I think you broke me." Kanin slurred before expelling a delirious chuckle against the cool chest of the deity.
"Apologies, my little love, but you are extraordinary in the throes of passion." Kanin's breath caught, stuttering at the pet name as Emiil continued. "So responsive...so good."
He sputtered, flushing an intense red from the praise. The blush warmed his features and influenced Emiil to laugh. Hands cupped Kanin's features before he was pulled into an enthusiastic kiss. Curling his fingers around his lover's wrist, he grunted into the liplock when he found no sharp fangs, only blunt teeth, and an eager tongue.
The lips and tongue of Emiil devoured him into submission, forcing him to whimper and huddle closer. He kissed back while a tinge of embarrassment crawled up to further warm his reddened features. Regardless of his embarrassment or inexperience, he melted under the attention of his lover. Gave his Emiil a pleasured moan the god swallowed eagerly.
And he became lost. In the kiss. In the caress of the only one, the only one who touched him so willingly. Tears assembled without his approval and when they fell over his features, he was shushed as a cool tongue licked them away. Emiil spoke foreign whispers, rubbing his back and flank as he drifted away effortlessly in the safe embrace.
He didn't mind death.
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