Moths
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
YAOI (GuyXGuy), blood play and a lemon, if this offends or upsets you do not read this, it’s that simple.
Rating: M
Pairing: Kain/Raziel
Setting: post Blood omen 2 pre Soul Reaver one. Early on in the days of the clans.
Authoress note: In which Raziel confronts the vampiric change for the first time.
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Chapter One
{Kain}
“Kain.” Raziel’s voice is strained but the relief in his tone is unmistakeable. I blink clearing my dry eyes and he comes into focus. “You’re awake.” I smirk at him.
“As astute as always.” My voice sounds like someone elses; it is abrasive and deeper than my norm. I cough to clear my throat and find that I cannot stop. Raziel makes a small sound as I sit up abruptly and hunch over until my head touches my knees. Not my best start to the day. I cringe inwardly as his hands take a grip on my shoulders.
“Kain.” The panic in Raziel’s voice makes me look at him despite my body’s sudden attempt to expel the soft tissue in my lungs. From looking at him I can tell that the stupid child has likley been awake during the entirety of my evolution. His eyes are bloodshot and dark bruises circle them. He is gaunt, although from glancing at my own arms he is probably not as gaunt as I must be. His hands that have moved to my back are cool and despite thier being clammy it feels pleasent even when his claws prick at my skin. My coughing subsides thankfully. My hair hangs limp and filthy in front of my eyes. I sit back and run my claws through it to lift it from my face, my hand comes away grubby. I must look like hell, no wonder he looks half mad with worry.
“Stop fussing child.” My voice is starting to sound less gravely. “I’m fine, why do you...” I am cut off when he kisses me. It is sudden and unexpected. He was panicked a moment ago and now suddenly fierce. I’m starting to see what I have done to him by not explaining torpor long ago. I have made him frantic. His kiss is abrupt, hard and brief. He doesn’t look at me as he pulls away, eyes fixing instead on the sheets wrapped around my legs. His expression concerns me, his eyes look wet and he is shaking.
“Raziel.” My voice is still not my own and makes him flinch, so I stop talking and instead put my hand on his shoulder. The guesture is clumsy. I’ve never been experienced at comforting others. I have never had much need to do so. So my effort now is inept and feels faulse, even to me. I pat his shoulder and cough again feeling awkward. He looks at me and I force a weak smile, the boy is so obviously concerned so I smile in an attempt at reassurance. At least that is what I tell myself. I smile to let him know I’m ok, not because it is touching to have someone care enough about you to worry themselves into sickness. Hopefully the smile will be enough, if it is not I am going to lose patcience. I am ravenous and would much perfer to go and feed myself rather than deal with frantic fledglings.
“You’re awake.” His voice is thick. His movement is fast, he clambers up onto the bed and onto me. It is ungracefully done but I do not mind. He kisses me again, pressing hard against me almost knocking me down. He bites at me and growls. I let him do as he wants, and concentrate insted on not falling backwards. A long sleep with no food and no movement has left me patheticly weak. He presses harder. The mucles in my arms start to have small spasams warning me they cannot hold us both up for much longer. He must notice this as he pulls back when I start to shake. His mouth smudged with my blood. He looks worried again. My stomach starts a low rumble that increases in volume and rolls on for several moments before ending. Marvellous. Raziel looks at me in silence for a few moments before sniggering. I glare at him; I do not like being laughed at.
“You are hungry.” Raziel says. I snort at him.
“I would have thought I just made that clear.” My sour mood disappears when he bares his throat to me in offering. He comes in close again resting his head on my shoulder. He is foolish to offer such to me as I am. I have been starved for what must have been over a month. I could kill him easily, simply by accident. But I cannot say no to him. It will test my control but it would be abhorent to refuse such a gift when offered so trustingly. “Suicidal child.” I mutter before my teeth break his skin. My entire body flushes the moment I break the skin, my instincts pressing me to bite down, to draw the blood out as hard and fast as I am able. But I am not a monster, at least not to him. I control my bite and let his heart do the work of pushing his blood out to me. It is slow and wonderous and torturous, an odd contraditction. His blood both soothes and provokes me, my control frays. I have to move back or risk hurting him. He looks confused when I draw back; he had expected me to be rough.He clambers from the bed and walks across the room. His steps are uneven and shaky; I cannot help but be a little proud of causing that. He returns with two wooden pitchers and offers one. I manage not to snatch it from him and am pleased with myself for doing so. The wood hits my teeth when I drink, unable to keep up such control.
“You’re meant to use a glass.” He laughs at me again; I am too distracted to care. I drop the pitcher when it is empty and look at him for the second, he hands it to me and I drain it in the same manner I did the first. When I am done he takes it from me gently. He is shaking again.
“Raziel.” I sound almost like myself again despite the fact I am still ravenous. I am glad my voice sounds a little more normal, he looks at me when I speak and that look brings an uncomfortable lump to my throat.
“You’re awake.” His voice is rough as mine was. I do not mock him for stating the obvious for a third time as he seems somewhat fragile at the moment. Not knowing what else to do I reach out to him and lay a hand on his leg.
“I told you I would.”
“But you slept for so long.” He says quietly. “I didn’t think you would, then you didn’t …for so long.” He is staring at his hands in his lap and my hand on his leg. Foolish child, I told him I would waken in a few weeks, why did he have to get himself so worked up?
“You are an idiot child.” I said as softly as I can manage. “I told you I would waken, I told you not to worry yourself. This is simply what we do.” He nods but says nothing. “Did you torment yourself the enire time?” I cannot help the note of anger in my voice. He nods again and I sigh, my patcience running threadbare thin. He stops looking upset and glares at me.
“I couldn’t leave you here alone in such a way.” His tone is angry, I smirk, it is rather pleasing that he would stand guard over me. “Should you not have wanted it then you should have said.” He stands still shaking despite his snappish words. He starts to walk away, I twist myself round, putting bare feet on the cold floor and grab at his wrist, my grip far weaker than it should be.
“Hush child.” I pull him back. “I am pleased to have a guard such as you. I merely dislike that you have made yourself sick over something that is nothing to be concerned over.”
“Two months unbroken sleep is something to worry about.” He said coming back to me, he kneels on the floor beside the bed and rests his head against my legs. “You made it sound like it would be shorter.”
“Two months?” I try not to laugh. “Two months is not so long for this. I once knew a vampire who slept for six and heard rumor of long sleeps still.” He looks incredulous. “My friend woke with talons in place of his hands and he could weild flames like they were a sword whereas before his sleep he could not.”
“The torpor brings such gifts?” He looks at me properly then, assessing me and I cannot help but do the same. It seems I have come out of this evolution with only little changes. My claws are harder than before, my skin slightly paler and thicker, and my hair seems to have grown an inch. It is on the whole unimpressive. But I am glad, for larger changes take longer and I feel from looking at my first born that if I had remained asleep much longer then he may have lost his mind.
“It can do if one is not so impatcient.” I chide him softly. But I am not truely angry. My stomach makes itself known again and I roll my eyes trying to make little of it. It does not do to flaunt weakness.
“You are still hungry.” He smiles at me and I nod. No doubt I will continue to be hungry for a few nights.
“I need to eat.” I admit. “I need to hunt.”
“Can you?” Raziels words are teasing. I clip him across his head and stand. My legs protest their use after two months of sleep. But a good bout of exercise will see them right again. Raziel hovers next to me as if afraid I will fall. I huff at him and nudge him away when he gets to close. While it is endearing that he is obviously concerned it will not do for him to see me as weak. Even Raziel must, on occassion, be shown that I am still master. I walk to a cupboard and pull out clothing. I manage to dress without issue and run claws through my hair. It is a meger effort to look better but I cannot be bothered with more care now. It is dawn and so doubtful any would notice me. I look to my child and hold out a hand.
“Come.” I can feel the bloodlust pulling at me, urging me to pull him to me and drain him till he fights to get away. But I am not so crule, at least not to him. “Hunt with me.” He looks like he needs a good meal as much as I do. He grins and follows me.
The forest was cool and a little damp. The dawns frost covers the ground but the wind is stopped by the trees. Raziel remains a few steps behind me; I can feel his eyes on my back. He has not once looked at the path; I am surprised he had not walked into trees. It seems I will have to hunt for both of us this evening. I cannot say that I mind, my body is thrumming with strained energy. My senses overly sharp; there is life in this forest, plants, animals and mortals. I can feel everything, vampiric senses are always sharp but mine are even more so due to my starved state. My body is still shaking although not with hunger but with tension. I feel I will break apart should I not do something soon. Fortunately it does not take long for the wind to come bearing scents of mortal flesh. Without a conscious thought I am moving faster. Something is growling and it takes me a minute to realise that it is me. I stop myself and try to regain some dignity aware that Raziel is still behind me. I am master of this land not a raving animal. I move again picking up speed the further I travel. Raziel is falling further behind me, the boy is fast but I am faster. The scent is strong now, the intended prey close. My hands are suddenly warm; glancing down at them I see blood, looking behind me I see the body. A man lies in the path, his chest shredded. Another in front of me is fleeing. I chase without thought and dig my claws into his back. I cannot help but laugh at the exhileration. The stink of blood fills the air and I am happy.
There were six mortals in the little group I found. I left some for Raziel but by the time he arrived I was already restless, wanting to find more. Raziel looks at me, his expression carefully neutral, I frown, why on Nosgoth would he look at me in such a way. His hands are lifted and open showing that he has no weapon. It clicks then that he is afraid of me. I sigh slightly irritated and gesture to the ones I have left for him.
“Eat child.” The gesture and the fact I am speaking reassure him that I have not lost myself to the bloodlust. He bows his head in thanks and takes what I have offered. I watch him eat and feel my bloodlust calm. He looks healthier already and I cannot help but admire him as his skin takes on the slightly healthier tone of a vampire and loses the corpse like look. He feels me watching and smirks biting down into his second meal. I smirk wider when I realise the little bastard is posing, standing in such a way so as to deliberately entice. My libido reminds me that we have been inactive for far too long. The pose is a clear invitation and I have never been one to refuse things offered willingly. At least not normally. But my stomach makes itself known yet again as I take a step towards him. I growl at myself and sniff at the air. I cannot smell anything over the blood and him. Raziel stops his feed and looks at me, no doubt confused as to why I have not grabbed him yet.
“Kain.” His voice is deliberately low. I glare at him and he smirks. Bastard. He holds out the corpse and it takes all of my will power not to pull the blood from it from where I stand but he needs to eat. So I shake my head and turn, I spare a lasting glance at him before bolting into the forest, searching other prey.
I hope he will follow but once I am moving I refuse to look behind me. I can hear nothing over the blood in my ears. Fortunatly I can smell more mortal’s, they hunt more openly in the dawn knowing that the majority of their predators are all abed. I force myself to stop thinking on my damned fledgling and his damned posing. I tell my libido to shut the hell up so I can eat and force all my attention into the second group of mortals. It is bigger than the first, eight instead of six. But it is as easy as the first to dispatch. They do not expect an attack at this time and certainly not an attack from me. I am lounging under a tree digesting my meal when Raziel reappers. Again I have saved him a couple of mortals and guesture lazily at them. He smiles and drinks his fill before sitting with me.
“I could get used to you hunting for me again.” He smirks. “It is rather nice to be fed by ones sire.” I am feeling rather content myself, my stomach full for the moment, and the lazy feeling of being somewhat bloated setteling on me. Add to that my favoured son curling next to me and I am inclined not to move. I yawn and he laughs. “You cannot be tired.” He teases me. I clip him across the head again.
“Whelp.” I grumble.
“You’ve slept for two months, you cannot be tired.” He presses sounding petulant. I open an eye at him and admire the pout. “I’ve been all alone for two months, you cannot go to sleep.”
“I bloody well can.” I smirk deliberately ignoring his intention.
“Comfort me.” He leans up and nuzzles at my jaw line causing all the small hairs on my body to stand to attention. “Please.” There is something about that word coming from him. It is the most wonderful word when uttered by Raziel, especally when he is asking for sex. Every time he says it I find it almost impossible to say no, he knows that and uses it relentlessly. Bastard. I pull him onto me, I am taller and broader than he is.
I cradled the back of his neck and run my other hand down his back. He makes a quiet sound against me and his claws dig into my chest and side. I could feel him against me, hard and eager. His hands pull free of my chest and side and dig into my shoulders, using them to drag himself up my body. My stomach tightens as do other parts and I feel him chuckle against me. Smug bastard. In revenge I shift, putting a foot down flat on the ground to give myself more leverage, my hands release their hold before grabbing ahold of his backside and simultantiously pushing up with my own body and pressing his down onto me. Both of us groan at that and he bites me, teeth breaking through my bottom lip.
“Kain.” He manages eyes squeezed shut as he pulls back. I win. Ha.
“Raziel.” I croon at him letting him hear my victory on my voice. He opens his eyes then and looks irritated.
“Please.” His voice is small, pleading and goes straight to my groin. My hind brain makes the decision to teleport us back to the sanctuary before my front brain has regisetered anything beyond ‘please’. Raziel looks increadably smug when we are suddenly surrounded by sheets. I think that means I lose.
Revenge will be fun.
