Asunder

Asunder

 

Disclaimer: Legacy of Kain belongs to Edios and Crystal Dynamics not me. I am making £0.00 out of this fic, it is written purely because I have a burning need to create. Although I would like to own Vorador . . . then he’d be mine.

Warning: this fic contains of YAOI (GuyXGuy), blood play and a lemon, if this offends or upsets you do not read. SPOILER WARNINGS FOR DEFIANCE.

Rating: M

Pairing: Kain/Raziel

Setting: Post Defiance

Italics mean flashback.

Authoress note: Kain Refused the Sacrifice.

Enjoy.

 

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Epilogue

{RAZIEL POV}

{Three months later}

 

I hate being a fledgling.

 

I really, absolutely, positively, definitely hate being a fledgling. I have already done this once; I should not have to do it again. I hate the fact that I am small again, and slight of build. I hate that I look almost human again. I hate that my body is constantly hungry or wanting sleep. But more than any of the superficial aspects of my situation I hate that that I am now completely dependent, unable to even successfully hunt for myself. I feel useless, I cannot even look after myself any more. I am dependent on Kain of all people, Kain who until only a few months ago I had professed to hate. I tore his heart from his chest less than a year ago and now I am reliant on him for most of my needs. Fate it seems has a twisted sense of humor. Although, that being said being dependant on Kain does have its perks, especially since I no longer despise him.

 

It was refreshing to have him indulge me as he once had, to have one such as him be at my beck and call. Besides, considering my sudden debilitating situation I rather needed him. The frustration of being a fledgling was made slightly more bearable by having someone around who was capable of doing the things I could not and having that individual be happy to do them for me was a fortunate blessing.

 

We had been traveling aimlessly for months, constantly moving, Kain seeming to think everywhere was too dangerous for us to stay for longer than a week. It made me smile to hear him say places were too dangerous, considering all his power and strength, he was afraid. He was not afraid for himself but for me. He was constantly watching, tense and ready to move on a moment’s notice. I had not seen him so before, even when I had been young originally he had never been this protective. Now every little sound had him pushing me back into the shadows so he could move ahead of me. But he was never gone for more than a handful of moments, almost as if he were afraid to leave me alone. Then again considering Nosgoth’s growing demon population perhaps his new found protective nature was not completely out of place, even when it began to border on the ridiculous.

 

Every time I yawned we rested, every time my stomach so much as whispered he was off hunting down some unfortunate huntsman. I had never been so pampered in my entire existence, it felt a little like a holiday. I was enjoying the pampering, having never experienced anything like it before, but it was odd to have him be so attentive after what felt like so long at each other’s throats. Even when we had not been actively hunting each other we had never had that kind of relationship. We had been affectionate and I had doted on him, I would have done anything for him. For his part he had indulged me constantly. Nevertheless he had never been this dutiful. He had never believed in coddling me, he had always wanted me to be strong, to be able to stand on my own two feet. Whereas now he acted like I would break if he so much as breathed the wrong way. I admit, as nice as it was it was also a little unsettling.

 

It was like he had lost his confidence with me. Although he was being ridiculously courteous to me and attentive to my needs it was not natural, it felt peculiar and false, almost like he was someone else and despite the benefits I was growing weary with it, I missed his usual demeanor. As it was he hardly spoke to me and when he did his words were politely phrased as if he were desperately trying not to tick me off. We had never had to work at the ease between us before, and it had always been present despite both of us having rather potent tempers.

 

He had never been overly rude to me before but he had never been this falsely polite, it was like he was afraid of me. He was civil and attentive but stiff and a little nervous. I found myself wanting to return to the time when it had been so easy between us. We had bantered and hardly had to think about what we were saying, it simply flowed. It had been amusing and I did not like the fact that now he seemed to be thinking about every little thing he said to me.

 

I hated it.

 

 I am not so foolish to think that just because we were no longer trying to kill each other that suddenly things would revert back to how they had been previously. But I think on a subconscious level I had expected just that to happen, because the differences between now and then were as plain as day to me and worse than that they upset me. He was not comfortable around me anymore.

 

When I had been a true fledgling Kain had been completely relaxed in my company. Content to have me hovering almost constantly. He had been kind in his own way to all his children, some more so than others. Kain had never been afraid to show favoritism. But none of them got the level of treatment I had received on a nearly daily basis. The memories hurt me a little now but even so I enjoy thinking on them. I was the only one who had tasted my sire’s blood more than once. I was the only one who ever saw him when he was not ’at his best’ I was the only one who was allowed to see that he had been human once. And of course I was the only one of his children who warmed his bed.

 

I shake my head defiantly not wanting to think about that again.

 

Those times are long past, or so I keep telling myself. Despite my body’s return to youth my mind has not followed it, I am not the naive fledgling I once was and I know better than anyone how things must be. Yet I cannot help but ask myself why they have to be that way. Why can I not have the one thing I want after all I have sacrificed?

 

I do not feel the same way towards him that I did when I was young and foolish, I am not as blind to his faults as I once was. But just because I do not feel the same way I did when I was a fledgling that is not to say I feel nothing for him now. You do not sacrifice yourself to an eternity of imprisonment and certain madness for someone who you feel nothing but hatred for. For his part I knew he felt something. For you do not give up your most potent weapon for someone you feel nothing for.

 

So things were not what they once had been, but perhaps they could become something similar. For while things were odd at the moment there were still some quiet moments when he thought I was not watching, that I would catch him doing something that made me think perhaps he would like things to be similar to how they once were. I had woken a few times on the road to the feel of lethal talons scraping easily through my hair. Occasionally he would forget to be awkward and our old banter would resume and only a few nights ago we had gotten so caught up in ourselves and our ‘banter’ that for half a second maybe more I had almost offered myself to him.

 

I wonder on what it would be like now, to lie with my father as I once had. A physical relationship would be difficult no doubt; as I have already said I am not what I once was. I am smaller, breakable and fragile, at least compared to him. But I had always enjoyed a little pain, and our physical relationship had never been gentle in the past.  Kain had always been larger, broader than I but never to the extent he was now. A shiver ran up my back as my mind played out several different scenarios and I had to physically shake my head to clear it. Thinking like that now was not conductive to anything. I was too cowardly to say anything so thinking constantly on the subject was only going to be frustrating. I had tried to raise the subject before but had failed miserably every time. I had opened my mouth countless times to ask him, to tell him, to just bring the damned subject up but each time I fell silent, crippled by my cowardice.

 

We were on the outskirts of Meridian now.

 

We were avoiding the city, but coming close enough to it in order to benefit from the ample collection of mortals. Hunting was easy and often we did not need to stray from our wandering path to find food as food often found us. Kain was very aware of the dangers of this area and in his hyper alertness no demon or want-to-be Serefan got within ten yards of me. We were in a small village on the outskirts of the city. It was dilapidated and only had a few wretched mortals living here. Most had moved into the city after the destruction of the pillars, no doubt looking for safety behind Meridians’ walls. It suited us nicely and would for a few nights. We would rest here and feed from the stragglers; Kain seemed pleased with his find and had smirked for most of the night upon happening upon the hapless place.

 

He found one of the older and larger houses, in the oldest part of the village. It was not pretty but it was big and built to last. It had the fewest holes in the roof and the supports would not topple easily. The walls were thick, the doors heavy and the windows boarded up. Even so Kain took a long time finding cloth and old curtains to place over the boarded up windows; anything to keep even the smallest ray of light out. It was not for his benefit that he did this but once again for mine. Once he had completed his task he had said a short goodbye and disappeared upstairs, leaving me to wander the house alone.

 

I walked to the door we had entered by with the intention of taking a walk. The dawn was overcast and I could easily conceal myself under a cloak. I needed some fresh air, being so close to him and not being able to say anything despite my foolish hormonal body desperately wanting me to was driving me insane. The door was barred. The bar was bigger than I was and it would have been impossible for a mortal to move. I grinned at it and set my cloak aside for a moment, dug my claws in and hefted the bar.

 

It didn’t move.

 

The damned thing weighted more than the entire house probably. I struggled for only a few minutes before turning my back and cursing in two languages. I am completely convinced that he has done this on purpose.

 

I hated being a fledgling.

 

I felt trapped again, the tension crackled along my skin like lightening and my first thought was to go to him. I snarled at myself. I may well be a fledgling in body but in myself I was over two thousand years old. I should not be running to my sire every time something goes a bit wrong. But that was what I wanted to do, so much so that even although I was furious with myself I was walking towards the stairs. I stopped the moment I realized what I was doing and took a moment to curse again, I cursed myself, the blade and most of all I cursed Kain. It felt good to curse him, easier than running to him.

 

But run to him I did.

 

I managed not to literally run, instead I walked at a sedate pace, I did not want him to hear me bolting towards him. Perhaps today I would be brave, perhaps today I would say what clearly needed to be said and we would stop this foolish awkwardness and return to something more befitting what we once were. Or perhaps I would be a coward again and he would continue to be awkward and oblivious to my wants. That thought made me stop, Kain was a bit slow at times, especially when it came to things like this, but he couldn’t truly be that oblivious could he? He had to know? He had to feel something himself? But what if he didn’t? What if he was only tolerating me now because of misplaced guilt about that damned sword and then turning me into an overly emotional dependant fledgling? What if I was nothing more than a burden to him? I felt my stomach drop like a frozen brick but for some reason I kept walking.

 

He was not difficult to find. I had never struggled to find him. He was upstairs in one of the three bedrooms the house boasted. It was the smallest room; Kain did not like large rooms. He had had them in the past as it was expected of him. But in reality he preferred smaller rooms to sleep in, I sniggered at the idea of him being a secret agoraphobic and entered, knowing he would not cast me out. He was sprawled across the bed and breathing deeply. It was not often that he slept; being older and more evolved meant his need for sleep had diminished significantly. But being constantly highly strung as he had been these last few months was exhausting and he had been sleeping more. Part of me felt a little guilty at that but I shook it off. It was not my fault he was going out of his mind, damn bastard was probably doing it on purpose.

 

I watched him for a few moments; he didn’t move other than to continue breathing. I smiled remembering waking to that sound many times as both a fledgling and a vampire Lord. It was always pleasant to wake hearing him next to me and feeling his weight behind me. I walked to the bed and as I got closer his breathing changed. Apparently he was a light sleeper today. I stopped my approach.

 

“Raziel.” He rolled and looked at me, his eyes slightly unfocused.

 

“Kain.” I answered and finished walking to the bed sitting on the end. He sat up and winced at the stiffness in his back. I smirked at him “Getting old?”

 

“I have been old for a long time already Raziel.” He answered and stretched “What’s wrong?”

 

“Nothing is wrong.” I lie, “although I am feeling somewhat unsettled, I’d rather not talk about it.” He looked at me for a moment, his expression confused. I thought he would question me but when he opened his mouth he yawned instead. I smiled at him and shook my head. “I did not mean to wake you,”

 

“I’m sure you did not.” He answered “but it is unimportant, I am awake now and you look as if you’ve been thinking.” I looked questioningly at him. “You look like you are about to sprain a muscle.”

 

“Thank you.” I frowned and listened to him chuckle at his own awful joke. The joke was not funny but it is nice to hear him chuckle again even if it is only for a few moments. “But it’s nothing really,” my stomach interrupted before he could press me again.

 

“You are hungry.” He said when my stomach finished voicing it’s complaints, I shrugged, I was a fledgling, of course I was hungry, fledglings are eating machines. We burn through energy quickly as our bodies struggle to adapt to our new life. It would stop in a year or so but until then I would be almost constantly hungry.

 

“Perhaps.” I smile a little at him, “that is a foolish question.”

 

“I know.” He sighed, “You will forgive me for lacking the motivation to go wandering at such an ungodly hour.” I laugh at that, since when had the time of day every truly mattered to him? He smirked at my laughter, leaned back resting against the headboard and held out an arm.

 

It is not the first time I have fed from him since my freedom from the blade, and I took his arm easily. When I was young I would feed from him regularly, often from the throat, but that required an intimacy he was apparently not willing to give… yet. I had taken blood from his wrist a few times, but not recently, as his talons had developed so the tough skin had spread and my thin fangs were no match for it. Instead I went to take from his inner elbow. The skin there was softer and the veins close to the surface. He made no sound as I broke the skin, but again his breathing changed. I had to concentrate not to smile; it was pleasing to know I could still affect him. I tried not to take too much, another weakness of fledglings, we may be constantly hungry and able to drink gallons of mortal blood but potent blood from elders was too rich for us to take in quantity. Fortunately a little went along way and I could feel my limbs almost hum from the power in the blood.

 

“Is that all?” he asked when I drew back, I nodded then smirked

 

“Would you rather I take more?” I couldn’t help but ask; he frowned at me and was silent. I wanted to slap him, in the old times a comment like that would have gotten me a gentle clout around the head and a threat of what happened to cheeky fledglings. A threat I would continue to bate until it was carried out. But now he was silent, I sighed loudly and looked away.

 

A talon under my chin lifted me to look at him, poor bastard looked impossibly confused. I almost made another smart comment but held myself in check. It would do no good to banter now, despite how much I missed it.

 

“You are troubled.” He said firmly, “do not lie child you are appalling at it.”

 

“At least I bother to lie.” I muttered, he snorted, “you just rant on regardless of how your words will affect those around you.”

 

“I see no need to sugar coat things, it just wastes time.” He leaned back again. He looked tired the shadows under his eyes were dark enough to show through thick skin.

 

“Then answer me truly now.” I took a deep breath “Am I a burden to you?” I asked and knew how foolish it sounded; instantly I began to babble “I know I am, that’s not what I meant.” I shook my head “but am I an unwanted burden?” still it was the wrong question “bugger, I know you don’t want a fledgling following you around but what I meant was is it just me, because I’m sure I could manage here by myself if you wanted to leave.”

 

“What the Hell are you talking about?” he was rubbing his temples and he only ever did that when he had a headache coming on or when I was being obtuse.

 

“You and your sudden revulsion with me.” I snapped, “Am I that repulsive to you now that you can’t stand to be near me? Do you fear that I will try and kill you again? Do you only aid me now because of misplaced guilt?”

 

“You’ve gone mad.” He actually looked genuinely concerned; he leaned forward and brushed talons across my forehead as if checking for a temperature. “You are making no sense.”

 

“I’m making no sense?” I growled, “Me!”

 

“Yes you.” He said and very slowly moved; he shifted round and sat next to me. It took him nearly a minute to complete the movement. He was treating me like he would an animal that could pounce at any moment.

 

“What are you doing?” I asked but I was aware of his warmth all down my side. I couldn't hardly spare the attention to hear his answer.

 

“Nothing.” He said to quickly “Now tell me, what is wrong with you?”

 

“Nothing,” I breathe my cowardice returning. I clench my teeth so frustrated with myself, with him, with everything. Why does he not know? Why can I not say anything? I swallow hard forcing my fear down. “You were more comfortable around me when I was in that damned blade.”

 

My words are so small I doubt he heard them. But he must have done because he touches me; it is tentative and would be completely out of character were he acting like his usual self. I look at him and where his hand is resting on my shoulder.

 

“I miss you.” I whispered. Again I said the words so quietly that I was afraid he would miss them. But I worried needlessly, he went impossibly still next to me I watched his Adams apple move as he swallowed. “I missed ... I miss the way we used to be.” I continued my mouth moving without my brain’s input “I miss the empire, even when it began to crumble. Although it would be more accurate to say that I missed what we had during the empire.”

 

“We were falling apart long before the empire did.” He said quietly, “We fought more then than after I ...” he trailed off. I snorted

 

“The way I remember it we rather enjoyed our fights.”  He laughed a little at that, a breathless uncomfortable sound.

 

“True.” He agreed eyes finally meeting mine.

 

“I miss our fights.” I mumbled. The sound he made in response was laughter but it was not easily recognised as such. It was almost hysterical and frightened me. Fortunately he got control of himself quickly before I slapped him.

 

“You say the oddest things.” He said after taking a moment to breathe.

 

“At least I am honest.” I retort, contradicting my earlier comment  “Besides I remember you starting fights over trivial occurrences, you cannot say you did not enjoy them and so by that theory you must miss them now.”

 

“I do not miss fighting with you.” He said softly

 

“You do realise I’m not referring to you pummelling me every chance you got, I’m referring to after.”

 

“It may surprise you Raziel that I am able to draw conclusions from your thinly veiled hints.” His voice was sharp “I am well aware that you are not talking about the acts of violence we inflicted upon each other but rather the copious amounts of sex that happened afterwards.” He wasn’t looking at me again, if it were anyone else I would say they were embarrassed.

 

“You don’t have to be an arse about it.” I muttered I stand feeling my face burning; this was such a foolish idea. No doubt if he’d wanted that from me again he would have taken it already. Nothing kept Kain from something that he wanted.

 

So I had made a fool of myself and would have nothing to show for it. No doubt things would be worse now, more awkward. Maybe I would slip away in the near future; Nosgoth wasn’t that dangerous for one who knew how to live. I swallowed hard my face heating more at the thought of mobs and demons that would await me outside. But it would be preferable to having to look at him again after this conversation. A hand grabbed my wrist, I forced myself to look at him, but couldn’t meet his eyes, and instead I watched his mouth.

 

“You’re serious aren’t you?” he asked



"Perhaps," I said, absently, still looking at his mouth.

 

I was concentrating so hard on his mouth that I noticed when it moved towards me faster than anything should be able to. One minute I was watching him, the next I was pulled down into his lap. It was as fierce now as it always had been between us, and it was wonderful. Every sound I made was echoed by one of his. Talons gripped my arms hard and I flinched but he did not pull away. I think I would have screamed if he had. I twisted myself trying to get comfortable and failed; he was too big for me to sit comfortably astride, at least like this.  He must have noticed my fidgeting because he moved us both a moment later, just not in the way I had expected. He did it fast again so I could barely register what was happening before he was above me.



He was heavy, heavier than I remember. But that could be because I am smaller, weaker and he’s made of muscle and strength. I could feel him press down on me and I smiled into the kiss. I couldn’t breathe, but it didn’t matter, it really didn’t matter. He pulled back far too soon and for that moment I hated him all over again. He was tormenting me, my slight form was shaking in frustration when he moved away. In an attempt to stop him I grabbed his hair. I couldn’t pull him back down but he couldn’t pull further back without suddenly developing bald spots. 

 

“Come back.” I grunted after a few silent moments of him and I both pulling.

“Raziel.” His voice was shaking and I grinned. I tried to twist myself to see if his body matched the level of need I could hear in his voice. But he was too heavy. So I resorted to an old trick, one that almost always worked.

“Please.” I made my voice small when I said it and stared directly at him. He had always been putty in my capable hands if I ever used the word please. Something about me begging made it impossible for him to say no. Apparently I was good at it. “I need ...”

“You wretch,” He interrupted. His voice broke when he spoke and he shifted his weight in a way that made it really difficult to scrabble my thoughts together.



"Yes," I hissed.



“You truly want this?” he managed to ask “I’m not taking more from you unless you give it to me.”

“Since when did you...” I had to stop for a moment when he shifted ever so slightly, “become so moralistic? A few centuries ago and I would be having my second orgasm by now.” He shook at my words and growled something intelligible.

“Wretch.” He said again. I smiled, victorious. And then he kissed me.

After a few moments in which I imagine he was possibly guilt tripping he pulled away from me. He sat up and looked at me. He watched me and seemed to be thinking; I smirked at him and reached down to the lacing on my trousers. It is difficult to undo lacings when you’re watching someone else to see their reaction and it was over a minute before he reached to help me. Once they were undone he seemed to change his mind about undressing me. Instead of removing my clothes he placed a kiss against my stomach before working up the length of my body until he could meet my mouth.

We stayed like that until I pulled hard on his hair, my body convinced it still needed to breathe despite me knowing otherwise. He smirked at me and the relief at seeing him show some sign of pleasure washed through me. His talons wandered back down to the edge of my trousers and toyed with the hem, teasing. I did my best to ignore it, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing me give in so easily to him despite my begging earlier.

 

I focused on all the skin that was within touching reach and willing for the first time in three months to be touched. I ran my hands across the breadth of his shoulders, down the length of his back. He was so much bigger than I was. I shivered at the thought of having him inside again. It had always been a little painful but it had been wonderful. Would it be like that now with such a difference between us? While my mind was wondering my trousers were tugged down to my knees and without any pretence at waiting he had me in hand. I twisted and gripped him harder, my claws not breaking through his skin. He tightened his hold slightly and I made a short sharp sound that drew him back to my mouth. I couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe and it was bloody wonderful.

 

His talon started moving, I tried to pull back. Wanting to ask him to slow down, I was close already; I had been hard just being close to him, leaking after a few fierce kisses. I really hated being a fledgling again. He didn’t let me pull back until I whined. Even away from his mouth and able to breathe, his talon moving hard and fast on me nearly stopped me speaking. As it was I barely managed the word

 

“No.” He ignored me and kept going. I tried again but failed to make any sound that was not needy and begging. He laughed a purely masculine sound.

 

“No?” he tormented his grip hardening, his movements slowing for a moment before resuming. I trashed and he chuckled again. “Come for me.” It was a phrase he had said to me many times and it never failed to touch a particular spot inside me. I felt heat run flush through me and every muscle in my body tensed. His mouth closed over mine as I started to come, kissing me through my release.

“What did you do that for?” I snapped the moment I was able to, he smirked his confidence clearly returning in leaps and bounds.

“It has been far, far too long since I had a chance to see that.” He smirked, “It was rather good.”

“Rather?” I snorted, my body was trembling, muscles still clenching and relaxing in the aftermath. It had been far too quick for my tastes but it had been better than ‘rather good’.

“Yes, you are as expressive as you always were,” he paused “but you are now ... diminutive.”

“You bastard!” I snapped, embarrassed that my youth could be used against me like that “Who’s fault is that?!”

“Easy child.” He kissed me again; I don’t think he had ever kissed me as much as he was doing now. He had always been fond of the gesture but never to this extent. I had forgotten how nice it was to be kissed by him. It was slower this time, like he was really concentrating. “Easy.” He said again pulling back “It is not necessarily a bad thing but,” he looked almost sadly at his talons and then back to me “Care will need to be taken if you want to take this further.”

“Says you.” I muttered, quietly touched by the fact he did not want to hurt me.

“Says common sense.” He leaned down, shifting his weight and pressing against me. I could feel just how much he enjoyed touching me, making me come. I grinned stupidly hoping that it was at least a little bit sexy. Instead of reaching for him again I used the time to try and wriggle out of my trousers. He didn’t help, he just watched, almost as if he expected me to change my mind now that my rampant fledgling wants had been dealt with. 

Once I was free of clothes I reached for him again. He snorted and grabbed my wrists, pinning them above my head. He rolled on top of me again and once more I am amazed at how solid he is, how heavy. I whined and tried to arch beneath him, but he didn’t let me, enjoying his little power trip far too much. He smiled at me and it was a smile I had not seen in a long time. All teeth and burning eyes, it sent lighting across my skin.

“Can’t you get up?” he taunted; I snarled and snapped my teeth at him. Renewing my efforts, I twisted and thrashed as much as possible while being held down by someone so much stronger than I.

I kept trying even as he ground himself against me, enjoying my attempts. He wasn’t the only one enjoying himself, but I kept up the facade of the fight, let him feel superior for a little while. I’d get him eventually. I stopped when I ran out of breath and lay back panting for unneeded air. His expression was intense, his pupils dilated almost completely. It was a wonderful expression and stroked my ego nicely to know I had been the one to cause it.

  

 "I could have thrown you off by now if you hadn’t turned me into a feeble little fledgling.” I glared up at him.

 

He smiled. "Oh, I know, that’s part of the fun." And then he thrust against me once more. I gasped and my back arched as much as possible but didn’t throw him off. His grip was tight, I couldn’t break it. He trust again harder, leather rubbing against me to the point of pain. The sound I made made him shake and he bit my shoulder lightly and I barked a sound of surprise.

 

The sudden sound of pain and surprise must have shocked him because he let go in panic and I was able to push upwards. A small sound of victory escaped me as I pushed him onto his back and ended up on top of him. I didn’t say anything merely smirked. He watched me before shrugging and relaxing beneath me as if saying ‘now what will you do?’ I was more than happy to show him.

 

Digging my dull claws into his waistband I pulled, nothing happened. I remembered the lacings and tugged at them, eventually freeing them. I ignored his snigger at my eagerness and went back to removing his trousers. Thankfully his foot-guards were already absent, having been removed before he tried to sleep.

 

“Don’t do anything stupid.” He breathed when I had him free of his clothes. I raised an eyebrow at him and smirked.

 

“Would I?” I asked, he didn’t answer. I ignored his pointed look and worked my way back up his body stopping at his waist. I looked at him for a few moments until he shifted, uncomfortable under my gaze, but I needed to see. It took me a few moments to figure out that I could probably take him, I would need some help but I could do it, diminutive form or no.

 

“Raziel.” His voice was firm, “no.” I looked up at his face and let my disappointment show. He rolled his eyes and rose up on his elbows. “Later, when you are less breakable.”

 

“I could.” I breathe hating how petulant I sound. This is hardly the time or place for petulance. He sighed at me and put a talon under my chin and pulled me to him.

 

“Later.” He was firm; there would be no arguing, tonight at any rate. But I have no doubt about my ability to wear him down after a while. He was never that resistant when it came to sex.

 

“Later.” I whispered, and lifted my head to kiss him. He purred into the kiss and leaned back down brining me with him. Literally pulling me on top of him like a blanket. The noise he made was wonderful and I could not help but feel placated. He might not want to try penetrative sex tonight but there were other things that could be done.  I pulled back from the kiss and slid myself down him, pausing to nip at his collar bone. He twitched under my attentions, and I took him in hand.

 

The last time I had done this I had talons of my own. Talons were useful, strong and durable but they did not have the sensory capabilities of fingers. It had been centuries since I had felt him like this and for a moment I simply held him, tightening and loosening my grip in a rhythm. He was perfectly still beneath me but the small contented sounds he made let me know that he has missed this as much as I. I tormented him, keeping my hand still save from the changes in the firmness of my grip. I waited until his hips were making little involuntary twitches, desperate for friction before I move my hand. My movement was slow to start with. A few tentative strokes before I moved my whole body further down. His eyes were closed, but he must have felt me move. Yet the sound he made when I kissed the tip was surprised. I smirked before swallowing down as much as was physically possible. I couldn’t manage all of him, not at first but I’m sure with practice old skills will be remembered. One of his talons flew to the back of my head and neck, gripping to the point of pain. His right leg spasmed, his knee jerked upwards suddenly almost hitting me and his cry of my name made my own cock twitch. It was fun to surprise him and again my ego swelled a little.



I worked on establishing a rhythm and after a few motions he relaxed his grip a little as if only just realising he was crushing the vertebrae in my neck. He rubbed the spot he had been crushing and it felt good. I hummed, rewarding him for his care. The sound was impossible to hear but the vibration made his leg twitch again. This time I did get kicked.

 

“Ouch.” I snapped, releasing him. He looked at me, his face apologetic but his hips were still twitching and his eyes were almost completely black. I forgave him because of that look. It was an amazing thing to have had him this way after so long. I dipped my head again and drew on him hard.  I heard a small sound and glanced up to find his talon over his mouth stopping any real noise from escaping. He always hated it when I could make him whimper, I on the other hand absolutely loved it.



He was trembling with the effort to remain as still as possible while I worked, and he was failing miserably. Twice he thrust up and nearly choked me when I ran my teeth over him. It was gratifying to have him like this, his talon on the back of my head, heavy and holding, needing me right where I was. Hips twitching and stomach muscles trembling with effort. I focused on what I was doing, keeping a strong fast rhythm, mouth and hand together. Occasionally running teeth down sensitive flesh or squeezing a little too hard.

 

My free hand was not idle in the proceedings, instead it had wandered down past his balls which I held for a moment to try and gauge how far along he was. Then I continued wandering down. I became glad of my lack of claws when my fingers played over his back entrance. He shuddered at the touch and made a strangled sound. I rubbed pressing harder and really wishing I had something to make it possible for me to press inside without discomfort. Wanting to press inside. I had done it before to him a few times when I was younger and had him like this. The touch against his prostate while I swallowed his cock had always made for interesting reactions. He groaned something at the touch; it seemed I wasn’t the only one remembering.



"Raziel," That was all the warning I got, before he bucked up and my mouth was flooded. I tried to ride it out but got kicked again and rather than bite down which I’m sure he would have loved, I let him go. Only keeping my hand on him as he rode out his orgasm. 

“I had forgotten just how good you were at that.” He breathed when he had finished “is your head ok?” he was still shaking as was I.

Seeing him come undone like that had brought me to the point of leaking again. Looking up at him only made it worse; it was unfair that he should have so much power over me. He glanced down and through his afterglow saw my need and pulled me up. One talon on the back of my head brought me to his mouth again and the other rested on my backside and pressed me down onto him. He writhed beneath me, using his body to give me the friction I needed while he stole the taste of himself from my mouth. Then he moved his talon from the back of my head and let it join its twin on my backside. He drew back from the kiss, smirked at my semi focused self and bit down hard on my shoulder.

My entire body spasmed as I came again. My vision turning white and my voice horse as I cried out my pleasure. He kept moving through my second release and kept his teeth in my shoulder. Pain had always been a catalyst of mine.

I sank into my afterglow with him still drawing on the wounds he had inflicted until I felt lightheaded. He pulled back and lapped at them slowly until I felt myself start to doze.

“Thank you.” He said quietly, I smiled sleepily “You always were bolder than I was.” He said stretching, seemingly happy to go to sleep with me sprawled on top of him and the evidence of our coupling between us. To be honest it was the most comfortable place I had found since I had been reborn again.

“Smarter too.” I muttered “and better looking.”

He said nothing; he had in fact fallen asleep which looked like a good idea.