A Cure for Fleshly Pleasures?

Author's Notes: I've always thought Faustus was very cheeky and flirtatious and expected to see a fair amount of Whoever x Faustus. It's been a year now and I still haven't see any so... here's my little contribution. I know some of the dialogue is pretty bad so any advice on how to improve it would be most welcome. Actually any feedback period would be welcome -- I think this is my first real borderline smutfic, so please don't hesitate to critique.

Addendum: Thank you for the review! I know it's a bit unorthodox compared to most of the other erotic fanfics but I guess I was aiming to see if I could portray Kain as a sexual creature without much actual sex. Or something. ;-)

Thanks,
Tempy Smurf 42

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History was rewritten, the past split into two. Kain would one day have set of lieutenants far more loyal than the mischievous rake tailing him about right now. Faustus was posing as a personal manservant as Kain tried to establish contacts and strongholds in various cities. Magnus, a man Kain trusted far more than Faustus, was supposed to be doing the same, only further to the Southwest. Kain and Faustus were finishing their work in the North and if all went well, would meet Magnus in Ziegsturhl in a fortnight’s time. For now, they resided in Steinchencröe, which would have most likely prospered and recovered in the eighty years since the war against the Nemesis, if Kain had not undone the events that triggered William the Just’s rise to power. Instead, it was a bustling city of trade, another stop on the merchants’ route to the rest of Nosgoth.

Faustus had tendeendency to grow coy and saucy at the worst possible times for Kain . His constantly playful demeanor did not always sit well with the nobleman, who was wont to contemplate more often than he ever had in life. At the same time, the impish fellow kept Kain balanced; Faustus often reminded him of the world he had left behind: revelry and laughter, women and wine, the earthy pleasures of the world. It helped that Faustus was not yet fully a vampire and could still fully enjoy these things. Sometimes, though, the increasingly single-minded Kain envied Faustus his hedonism. Now was one of those times.

“But my lord, she was such a fresh young thing! Could we not have merely sampled the delicacies she offered us?” Faustus slurred as he ambled up the stairs energetically, Kain trailing behind grimly and with an increasingly foul expression.

“Might I remind you I have little to offer a tavern whore, childe?” The pale man replied bitterly, scowling at his flamboyant companion as they entered the small room they shared.

“Eh? Whatever do you mean?” Faustus inquired innocently as he casually threw off the finely tailored blue coat and loosened his lacy cravat “Don’t tell me you no longer appreciate the bountiful fruits of a fine woman, Kain.” He giggled drunkenly as he made lewd gestures indicating just what fruits he had in mind. Kain’s scowl was fierce and the solid backhand that sent gleeful Faustus reeling into the wall and gaping with an expression of betrayal. “My Lord – “was all he had the chance to utter before the other cut in.

“Don’t you think I miss the pleasure of a practiced lady in the bedchamber?” He leered as he leaned forward to an intimidating and short distance. Wisps of white hair, having long since escaped from their binding at the nape of Kain’s neck, brush lightly against his childe’s face. Faustus gaped dumbly, his heart thudding furiously against his chest in fear. Adrenaline flushed through his system in response to the threat of the irritated vampire. Had Kain finally had enough? Had he just gone too far this time?

“Do you not realize that I would have gladly tumbled her to the best of my abilities, if only to prove myself up to her challenge?” No hot breath came from the cold lips mere inches away, no warmth radiated from the body so near, the fist shoved against the wall next to his head. “I am dead Faustus, and so shall you be. But whether or not you rise again following your death is dependent on your reliability, your loyalty, and your assurathatthat you will not be distracted by every plump bosom or warm mug of ale that passes beneath your nose.” His voice was intoxicating, even when full of bile; rich, mellifluous, and deep, Faustus found it difficult to concentrate on the words when listening to the mere sound.

“Yes, my lord.” Came his reply after a moment of staring dumbly at the finely sculptured, white marble face of Kain. Huttiutting brow only intensified his stern gaze and his high cheekbones enhanced his noble carriage and hauteur. The moon, although nearing the horizon, still lit the room dimly, making his white skin seem to glow. Kain finally withdrew, calm now, and began to remove the finely woven forest green jacket. After hanging it up and loosening his cravat from the trim silk vest, the pale vampire undid the binding of his hair and shook it loose. Thick white waves fell like waterfalls over Kain’s shoulders, his eyes closed in relaxation as he combed through his fine hair with his fingers. Even in life Kain had prided himself on his lusciously thick hair and that was one vice he did not foresee himself overcoming anytime soon. Faustus only stared in awe, a growing desire to caress that milky white flesh and run his fingers through that equally white hair; whether the reckless desire was left over from the forward women or hot spiced wine he didn’t know, but it did not matter. Righting himself, the younger man tried to seat hif onf on the only chair in the room as nonchalantly as possible so that he might continue viewing the other’s preening. “Why is it,” he began cautiously, “yan nan no longer… couple, my lord?” Kain sighed. He didn’t need to, breathing rendered unnecessary by death but it was a reflexive expression of disdain.

“Because I am dead, Faustus. What use are a man’s lungs if he does not breathe, what use a liver if he eats no food, manhood if he cannot assist in the creation of a ch” He” He answered with cool resignation. “Oh yes, I often look back on the experience fondly but I no longer crahe the touch of the fairer sex.” A smirk turned his lips up only slightly as he leaned his head to one side to better comb that part of his hair.

“You mean I will no longer be able to make love?” Faustus asked in disbelief, his crestfallen face like the expression of a child informed that it may no longer eat candy ever again. Dark lips pursed in irritation as Kain’s imperious brow lowered in increasing displeasure.

“No, and it won’t matter. Pleasures of the flesh are fleeting and we have no use for them when blood is life. You will understand in time.” He stated simply, but Faustus still found the idea unbelievable. What man would give up the joys of carnal pleasure for blood? How could Kain shrug it off so easily?

“I don’t believe you.” The younger man laughed and stood, approaching the other as he meticulously combed. The remains of the adrenaline rush fueled his sense of daring. “You mean to tell me that you feel nothing when I do this?” Faustus giggled impishly, swiftly reaching around the vampire’s body to caress the front of his trousers with slender fingers. Kain’s reflexes were well honed but armed only with a comb and bent to the other side to see to his hair, he was not in a very good position to strike back. It didn’t help that the action was quite unexpected; he froze in place, an expion ion of embarrassment and bewilderment plastered on his features. Faustus only stood there awkwardly with arm arm out, not daring to get too close but gently probing for a reaction just the same.

“Only that I think you have had far too much to drink.” He didn’t move, hoping the lack of a reaction to the groping would disappoint and leave him unmolested. Instead, Faustus took it as a challenge – or perhaps as acquiescence.

“Oh come now, my lord,” he purred as he strained ned and drew the startled nobleman backwards into his embrace, the offending hand has a guide. “Is it bee I e I am a man? Don’t tell me you have looked upon the features of some particularly fair and lovely lad and not felt the stirrings of lust normally reserved for a woman?” Kain’s buttocks slammed into the center of his protégé’s body as he stumbled backwards. Faustus only chuckled bemusedly, his own manhood stirring in response to the contact. His mouth was just about level with the pale, delicately pointed ears which now were tantalizingly close. He caressed the flowing white mane lustily with his free hand; the other did not cease in its teasing.

If not for being utterly shocked at the turn of events, Kain probably would have counterattacked with a swift strike and more than likely the mutilation of a limb. Instead, the sudden proximity of a living human filled his senses and ignited the instinctive lust for blood. The heated wetness of Faustus’ breathy chuckles in his ear, the sound and reverberations of a beating heart at his back, the warmth of a body pressed against – it only served to hunger him. Oh yes, he still yearned for the flesh but not in the way his lusty companion seemed to want him to.

“Are you certain you wish to excite me, Faustus?” The elder man inquired coyly, his eyes narrowing in the darkness as he turned slightly to look back, the tip of a white ear brushing against the other’s warm lips. Faustus took the opportunity to snatch it in his teeth and murmured his assent, sliding his pracd had hands up the nobleman’est est to loosen the strings at the neck of his tunic. Kain shook his head and chuckled with bemused exasperation at the impetuous folly of his apprentice. It was time Faustus learned a lesson.

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Continued in Chapter 2