A/N:: Hello all, sorry for the long delay, my computer crashed but it is up and running again thank goodness. I've been so busy with school work these days it feels like I have absolutely no time to write, but hopefully I can get this chapter out. Since I've more or less finished my SasuxIta story I'm debating starting another work either based on Supernatural or Mirai Nikki, but I feel as though I should focus on this story for a while and get some real progress made before starting another story. Anyway, I've gone on way too long, please enjoy, hopefully it's not too terrible.
Disclaimer: I do not own The Cain Saga, Count Cain Godchild, or a single character in each or any other idea that is not my own. These are all the original creations and properties of Kaori Yuki. New ideas present however are mine such as plots, characters, etc.
Warning: This chapter contains sexually explicit scenes, if you do not care to read, then I would recommend skipping that part.
Chapter Six:: Roses Are Red Part III
Cain smirked slightly as he surveyed the body, always a little cocky when his hunches turned into more than that. Riff sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose.
"I just wish that you weren't always right milord," Riff sighed.
"Good gracious, do have some civility woman this isn't that slum you call home," the baroness stormed in, slipping on the puddle of blood. "Well that was certainly tactless, you stupid servant why did you-," as Lorraine went to swipe a strand of hair that had fallen into her face out of the way she caught sight of her blood covered arm, and then saw what she had truly slipped in. Cain could feel his ears ringing after the woman let out the loudest shriek he had ever heard, far out doing her servant. She hurriedly attempted to stand, but slipped in the pool of blood which completely saturated her dress and smeared across her face. The baroness was now in tears as she finally dragged herself out of the puddle.
"What is this? What is this?" she continued to cry, curling up.
"Mistress here," the maid gulped, extending her hand, "let me take you to get cleaned up it will be okay."
Lorraine grasped the maid's hand, allowing herself to be led along as she continued to sob, "why, my fortune. I just acquired it and now it will be lost to me from scandal."
"Mother, so you've killed another man who wouldn't do exactly what you wanted have you?" Lilith sneered, standing in the doorway. Her curls now flowed free from the earlier style. She had also changed her dress from the conservative green evening gown to a very tight fitting and low cut crimson dress that was tightly bound at the waist so as to enhance her breasts. The outfit was clearly something only a courtesan would wear and the dress did cause her mother to snap into attention as she passed.
"You disgrace of a daughter. What have I done to deserve this embarrassment?" Lorraine coldly admonished.
"What did you do to deserve it?" It looked as though Lilith could not describe whether to laugh or cry, "You created this you old wench; may you rot in prison for the rest of your days so that Cain and I may finally be free of you."
Lorraine's attention snapped to Cain, "So the Earl has desire of a baron's wealth? And here I would've gladly allowed you to court me."
"My lady, I would never presume to do any such thing, I have no idea what your daughter was referring to," Cain replied.
"Stop it!" Lilith yelled, "enough with the false pretenses to appease that woman Cain, you are mine, you were promised to me!" Lilith turned and left the room.
The baroness raised a hand to her forehead as though soothing a migraine, "I must retire to my room for a bit, please do excuse me. I will get everything straightened up in the morning, now please." The young woman walked out of the room almost as in a daze.
"This is troubling," a young man sighed, one of the baroness's other many guests, "trapped here with a crazed murderer, how perfect." He chuckled slightly.
"It's obviously the work of someone affectionate with the head of the household," a young woman who was standing arm in arm with her husband replied. A smug look crossed her lips, "therefore there is no possibility that either I or my husband, Lord Hassett, are involved."
"And who is to stay your marriage is the perfect picture of fidelity anyway? After all you are merely a lowly Baron, having to buy your rank, who is to say one who has deviated so little from the lower class filth is not capable of performing the same sordid acts as they?" A thin bespectacled man, who Cain immediately recognized as the Viscount Macklin, chimed in.
"And what of who is not here? Are they not more than likely responsible and avoided their crimes?" The lady retorted, attempting to defend her husband from doubt.
"And surely you are telling me that of that fifteen of us that were invited here only six of us if one is to include the deceased himself are innocent? This is a large manor, I'm sure the majority of the others merely didn't hear the ruckus. Wouldn't it be more plausible that the murderer was one of those amongst us? Only they would be in definite earshot of the crime and came back to examine their work!" The young man who had expressed his concern earlier offered up the theory.
Cain sighed, for all the money they possessed it did not give the nobility the insight that they believed themselves to possess. He began to walk out of the room with Riff at his heels.
"Leaving so soon Earl?" The viscount bellowed as he attempted to walk out, "perhaps you are the guilty party. It is clear from your obvious behavior how smitten you are with both the Mistress and her daughter! Also, I don't trust that man servant of yours. For a servant to believe himself so far from his station is absurd!"
"It is so nice to see a lowly viscount, one barely above the peasant class addressing an Earl in such a way. My nobility makes me beyond reproach and as Riff is a servant of such standing he is beyond reproach as well," Cain taunted back, startling the Viscount who glowered in rage. "Now if you excuse me, I will be retiring to my room. I have no desire to sit here and argue the night away with a group of self appointed Scotland Yard officials." The Baronet's wife giggled as Cain walked out.
"That was most unpleasant. I have no desire to satiate the loquacious appetites of scared nobles," Cain finally spoke as they arrived back in his room.
"They are merely scared milord, they force a confession out of anyone to protect themselves from death," Riff responded, closing the door.
Cain took off his jacket and sat on the bed. "Riff, I told you that you could not escape me as easily as you pleased."
"I would never think of trying milord." Cain glowered at Riff who stood next to his bedside and grabbed onto his tie, pulling him onto the bed beside him.
"How are we to be lovers if you cannot even address me by name?" Cain pulled the older man's face directly in front of his own, pulling a bit more so that the man fell forward and Cain pressed his lips onto Riff's, beginning to kiss him.
"Mil-, err Cain," Riff gently said, stroking the soft ivory skin of his younger companion. He ran his long fingers through the silky locks of his young master's raven hair, enjoying the fact that he could with his feelings known as he did.
Cain began to clumsily fumble at the buttons of the older man's jacket, finally getting the jacket free of his lithe body, and then proceeded to unbutton his white dress shirt.
"Cain, are you sure that you want to do this? It is not too late if you're unsure," Riff asked as the younger of the two began to unbutton his own shirt and pull it off.
Answering the question, Cain pulled Riff towards him and began to kiss him again. "If we are destined for hell we might as well go all the way." Riff smirked at the cocky attitude of his master that he loved so much. Although he sometimes felt that this was merely a charade to mask the pain of his past, somehow Riff felt that when Cain was around him he didn't act, this was how he actually was.
"I'm not quite sure what to do next, I've never been intimate with anyone before," Cain finally confessed.
"I am not quite sure myself, I can't say that I've ever lain with a man before tonight," Riff replied.
"You're older though, you are supposed to have that worldliness that I as the younger one admire in awe."
"I'm sorry milord, but this isn't something that even the most worldly of men generally do," Riff explained, "Besides you are not as uncultured as you would like to appear."
"Fine then, Riff, as my servant I command you take control," Cain finally said.
"Very well, if that is your wish I'll try my best," Riff responded, looking slightly uneasy. He began to gently kiss Cain, moving from his lips down his neck and down his body. He slowly unbuttoned the pants of the young noble, slowly sliding them down his waste, which exposed his erect penis. Riff wrapped one of his hands around Cain's penis, gently stroking it up and down slowly, causing the boy to softly gasp. He continued stroking, moving his hand faster whilst varying his grasp on Cain's throbbing penis.
"D-Don't stop," Cain gasped out in pleasure. Riff continued, focusing his rubbing to the head, faster now than he had been. Finally Cain let out a cry as he climaxed, thick white semen running down the sides of his penis.
"Milord," Riff swiftly got up and got a towel to clean the young man up.
"You are quite skilled at this aren't you Riff, are you sure you're a mere amateur?"
Riff blushed, "as you are well aware I was previously engaged to the woman Lucinda. She would occasionally perform such things for me since she wanted to maintain her purity until marriage. I was imitating what she used to do."
"Don't you want anything in return? Or are you trying to maintain my purity Riff?" Cain asked, with an eyebrow raised.
"I want nothing more than you are willing to give Cain," Riff replied.
Cain frowned, "you are absolutely no fun Riff. Your master has just given you authority over him and rather than seize the chance you continue to abdicate all your power to me."
At that moment Riff sprung forward and began to furiously make out with Cain, unleashing all the feelings he had previously kept suppressed. Finally he pulled away, breathing deeply.
"Was that okay Cain?" he asked.
"It certainly was, if that's all you want to do," Cain smirked.
"I apologize mil-Cain I just do not want to be too forceful and evoke memories of your father."
Cain kissed him lightly, "as long as it is you you may be as rough with me as you desire."
At that moment Riff began to pull his own pants down, turning Cain around so that he was kneeling with his ass in the air. Slowly, he began to push his erect penis towards the opening of the young noble's anus, slowly trying to enter him. He slowly pushed in and out, barely penetrating the boy at first, although he could feel him tensing up in surprise.
"It won't work if you don't relax milord," Riff whispered, leaning forward to Cain's ear.
"Sorry, I just am not used to doing something like this."
"If you wanted to stop I would not hold it against you," Riff assured.
"No, no I want to do this, please continue." Riff could feel the boy relaxing again, although he hesitated to continue. Finally he began again. He continued, pushing a little faster and deeper. He could hear Cain initially inhaling sharp breaths from the pain, however the more he went the more relaxed Cain became, and then he was panting in enjoyment. Riff could feel his own penis beginning to throb, as pleasure shot through his brain of enjoyment. After a bit, Cain came, and Riff could feel himself coming dangerously close so he pulled out. He then swiftly grabbed a couple of towels to clean up the mess.
"Well Riff, you continue to impress me with your sexual prowess, did Lucinda teach you how to do that?"
Riff blushed, "no, as I told you milord she had rather traditional values about these things."
"Well, you certainly are the well versed individual I believed you to be," Cain smiled as Riff's blush deepened.
Cain stood up, wincing slightly from the pain in his anus.
"Milord, are you alright? I hope I didn't hurt you," Riff gasped walking over. Cain merely wrapped an arm around him, looking into his grey eyes.
"My dear Riff, I will be alright I am just not used to doing these things. Really, you must drop this servant pretense when we are alone there is no need for it." Cain grabbed his pants from the floor and pulled them on. Riff, seeing that Cain was getting dressed began to follow suit.
"Well, that was certainly interesting, now shall we rejoin the party and get caught up on the new goings on?" Cain smiled. "I suppose we must reenter the world of servant and master."
"Milord," Riff gestured, opening the door.
"Thank you very much," Cain replied and gave Riff a quick peck as they left.
"This is odd," Cain noted when they returned to the room where the crime had been committed. The body was still lying on the floor; however there was no one else in the room. "Where do you suppose those fools went to? I figured they'd still be arguing the trivialities upon our return."
"This is a rather gruesome place to hold a meeting milord, perhaps they went elsewhere?"
"You certainly are in your element when you play the role of the servant," Cain scoffed.
"I apologize milord, but I have been your servant for years, while I have only been your lover for less than a day."
"Never mind Riff, just work on it would you," Cain replied. "Perhaps we should look to see where our fellows have adjourned then?"
"Very well milord," Riff replied and the two left and began to search around the house.
"Dear god, what have we stumbled into," Cain gasped as they walked into the study. The wife of the Baron earlier was posed half nude, hanging from hooks dangling from chains attached to the chandelier in the room. Her stomach was slashed open so that her entrails had fallen out, halfway still in her body so that they cascaded down her body. Her top half had the skin completely removed so that the muscle showed through. The four men were positioned around her, their eyeballs gouged out and some were posed as though in horror. Their mouths hung open so that the fact that their tongues were cut out were clearly visible as blood dribbled down their chin. Below the woman was a golden bowl filled with blood atop a crude diagram drawn in blood. Each person had a number drawn on their head in blood.
Cain turned to vomit at the unbearable sight, surprised that the sight had made him ill when so little did.
"Milord," Riff exclaimed, crouching down beside him to pat the young noble on the back. He handed him a handkerchief to whip the vomit from the corners of his mouth.
"I'll be fine," Cain panted, finally regaining himself.
"That was most foul milord, it is okay if you need to leave," Riff said, his voice filled with concern. He stood up and then helped Cain get up as well. Cain leaned against him for support.
"No… no, we must investigate this before anything worse happens," Cain replied and walked into the room. "What's this?" He pulled a crumpled piece of paper from out of the mouths of one of the men. The exterior was heavily stained with blood and the note crudely scribbled on the interior was barely anymore legible.
"Next?"
A/N: Well, this part's done. I was debating making it a three or four part series, but this chapter is already a bit on the long side, so I figured I'd end it here. I'll try to have the next chapter out soon though! Sorry, I'm so bad about updating, I feel terrible. Anyway, hope you enjoyed and until next time!