Unforeseen

Disclaimer- Not mine. No money was involved in making this.

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It was clear that something was wrong with my eldest. My favourite. He moved slower than normal, eyes not quite so bright, hand loose around his goblet as Rahab spoke about the slaughter in the monastery.

I nodded, only half listening to the speaking vampire. My gaze was on Raziel, whose head nodded slightly, eyes drifting shut.

I made an executive decision, as I liked to call it. "Meeting over!" I snapped. Rahab blinked and looked about nervously, wondering if it was something he had said. "I will hear the rest later." I gestured with one hand. "Leave me."

Rahab backed away quickly, followed by Melchiah and Zephon, scuttling away. Turel and Dumah lingered a few moments, watching as Raziel dragged himself up from his seat, claws almost scratching the finish on the table.

"Raziel. Stay."

Wary eyes regarded me. I saw Dumah smirk slightly, ignored him and glared at Turel, he apparently suspected that this private audience would not be me screaming at Raziel for falling asleep during the council.

"Leave," I growled. "Now."

They left in a swirl of fabric. Raziel watched me suspiciously, pale gold eyes struggling to focus.

I beckoned him up to my throne. He stood and walked over, dropping to one knee before me. "My Lord."

I regarded him for long moments. Always the prettiest. Always the fiercest. His head hung; he finally looked up, cocking one eyebrow.

It was a sickeningly endearing expression.

"Raziel, what ails you?" I took his face in my claws, holding it up. "You are unwell."

"I am unsure, Kain." I could feel a faint shiver through him. "It feels... unnatural. Like something in me is taking all my energy." His face turned into my hand, seeking the affection. "I cannot find the words for it."

I closed my eyes. It could not be... not so soon. I stood up, drawing him onto unsteady feet. "Turn around."

He turned, watching me over one shoulder. "Kain?"

"Shh." I ran my hands over his back, seeking what I feared was there.

Power. Coalescing under my hands, in his shoulders. I knew why he was so weak.

To distract him, I kept my hands moving, checking over him like only a sire can, feeling his blood respond to the call of my own. I turned him around in my hands, cupping his head with my claws. "You've probably eaten something you shouldn't have." I stroked his hair, wrapped an arm around his waist to hold him up against my body. "Beautiful child," I murmured. "All mine."

He smiled at that, a cocky and self assured grin despite the weariness. "Yes, sire. All yours."

Damn it all to Hell. I pulled him closer, inhaling his scent, my teeth grazing his jaw as I moved. I should not do this, not when I knew what would come next. It would not be fair to him.

I snorted slightly, he chuckled as the breath brushed over his ear. As though anything I would do to him after this would be fair.

"Kain," he growled. "Don't tease."

Snapping at his ear, not quite catching the flesh, I tightened the grip on his skull to the point of discomfort. "Don't order me about, child."

He winced, his hand reaching to curl around my arms. "I'm sorry. Please..."

My hand dropped to his neck, possessive but gentle. I shouldn't hurt him. There'd be enough of that in the future. I had always favoured him, but since uncovering his part in the play of fate, I had been positively indulgent at times.

I knew what I had to do. I did not have to like it.

He leant into me again, his hands sliding up my chest. "Kain," he breathed out.

I pulled back, he nearly stumbled as his support was wrenched out from under him. "Go back to your suite. The one here." I caressed his cheek. "I will join you shortly."

He smiled again, devilish and charming. "Yes, Kain." He turned and walked from the room, forcing himself into a facsimile of his usual self.

I slumped down in the throne when he was gone. Surely, he had to recognise the ache and weariness. He was always first of my children to fall under the thrall of the change, he had gone through it enough in his time to learn the signs.

I looked to where Ariel haunted the edges of the circle. I could not see her, I could merely feel her presence on the stones, like a resonance in my body.

Of course he hadn't thought of it. It was unthinkable, that he would take a step before I had already shown the way. It had never happened before, and vampires are not exactly creatures of change.

My poor, doomed, fallen angel.

I wondered if he would have made it to his rooms by now. Normally he would haunt his grounds, the large and lofty castle continually swept by strong breezes.

He was destined to fly from the day he fell.

I shook my head, my lips curved into a wry smile. Waxing poetic, as though I had nothing better to do with my time than sit and romanticise my eldest.

I stood up and stretched out my sore muscles. I grabbed Soul Reaver as I passed, the weight easy in my hand as I slung him onto my back. He hummed as he moved, I forced thoughts of the sword from my mind as I commanded the great doors to open before me.

With barely a thought, my consciousness scattered outwards, my body dissolving. The castle rushed past me, hallways and corridors exploding past as I travelled to his chambers.

Outside the barred gateway to his room I called my thoughts together, forcing my form to reappear. I stepped through the bars; a moment of white nothingness as I did so; and looked about the room.

He lay on his bed, clothed only in his pants. The skin tight leather was stretched taut over his hips, the lacing already loosened.

He opened his eyes slightly and smiled. "Good evening, Kain."

I smiled back. "Good evening, Raziel." My hand drew Soul Reaver and leant him against the wall, the empty hollows of the eyes turned into the corner. My hand released the clasp over my breast bone, the leather and cloth falling to the floor in a pile.

He watched me lazily, an unnerving sight. He; who was usually pouncing and clawing by this stage; relaxed on the bed, his large claws idly tracing patterns on his bare chest.

I walked to the opulent bed and sank onto it, crawling up his body until I was over his face, watching those yellow cat eyes as they followed my movement. His hand reached up, heavy and lazy, and it stroked the crest of bone and skin over my left eye and ear.

The next movement was usually a slash, a snap, something to try and draw a few drops of blood that would send us both into frenzy, but it never came. His hand fell to the bed again, his chest rising and falling in an unnecessary sigh.

I took his claws in my own, such a perfect replica. They closed slightly, I traced the flesh of the joints for a moment before swooping down to his chest, nipping at his skin with razor sharp teeth.

He keened, a low wail that cut through the air. I lapped at his blood, the wounds already closing over, new ones were grazed just as easily. He writhed, his hands closing on my shoulders tightly as he pushed his body up to my mouth.

So beautifully responsive, my child.

I pushed him down firmly, toying with the loose laces of his pants. They were bordering on indecent anyway; I snapped the leather, ignoring his faint protest. It was nothing more than a token grumble as I stripped the leather from his legs, revealing heavy, stocky limbs designed for power and speed.

He sprawled backwards, shifting up the bed and winking as his hand dragged lazily over his chest, scratching his belly faintly.

The smell of blood hit us both, I felt his rumble in the bed itself, barely audible for my own. With no thought I was on him again, dragging my tongue over his skin to catch the bitter sweet blood in my mouth.

His organ stirred against my chest, pressed as I was against him. I pushed myself closer, dragging up him to lick the entire length of his self inflicted scratches. He moaned again; his legs wrapped around my torso, thrusting against my body.

He was tiring fast as his body tried to reshape itself. I lunged upwards, grazing his pointed ears, his sharp cheekbones, every alien feature that warped his body into the perfection I had made him. He moaned and growled, rocking slowly against me, wailing when my teeth sunk into muscle for a few seconds before withdrawing and moving on.

My hands forced his legs apart, away from my chest and down to the mattress. He panted for unneeded breath, clawing at my shoulders. "Kain!"

Ignoring his cry, I wrapped my claw around his erection, tugging on it. He whimpered and bucked, legs trembling faintly. I repeated the action, his claws plunged down into the bed. "Kain! Please!"

He begged so prettily. I rubbed him harder, faster, he cried and gasped, my name the only word to fall from his lips as he beseeched me for completion.

I pushed a claw into his mouth, silencing his words. He licked over it, his mouth not cold but hardly as hot as the blood I was accustomed to on my hands. He sucked enthusiastically, moans making my arm shiver as my other hand continued to pump him.

Eventually, with force of will, I dragged my hand away. Leaning up to breathe against his throat, I stroked harder and pushed the tip of the claw into him. He wailed again and thrust back onto it, impaling himself further.

"Yes, God, yes, Kain!" He choked on his words, wriggling back further. "More!"

Roughly, I gave him want he wanted and shoved the bulk of my claw into him. He screamed, mostly with pleasure, and convulsed, his muscles tightening around the invasion. He came, his release covered his stomach and my claws.

Within moments, he had sunk back into the bed, eyes drifting shut, struggling to stay open against the weariness.

"Kain... hurry up. I'm... exhausted..." he panted softly. "Hurry."

I hurried. Pants ripped off with one hand, the other grabbed my own organ as it was revealed, smearing Raziel's release over it.

The angel stared back at me with heavy eyes, then spread his legs invitingly as he rolled onto his belly. He had made an art form of indecency over the years.

My hand came onto his hip, holding him in place. I lined up the tip to push but not breach, draping my weight over his back. He shivered, from the weight, from the teasing, I couldn't say. Maybe both.

He did not shove back. I rocked for a second, knocking his legs further apart. I ached for his tightness, knew he ached more.

"Please... Kain... Sire..." He twisted to nuzzle at me. "Please!"

With a growl, I shoved, forcing my way into him. His eyes shot open, mouth falling open with a silent scream.

He was tight, tense and warm. Like he was made of taut silk. I thrust without moving back, driving as deep as I could into him.

My arm curled around him, holding him on all fours. He was struggling under our combined weight and the small shocks of pleasure wracking his body. I took mercy on him and straightened up, drawing back and then slamming into him.

Every time it felt like I had never had him before. He was so tight, so desperate, I drove into him time and time again, trying to relieve the tight pain of pleasure in my groin, the aching hardness that slicked in and out of him so effortlessly.

He barely groaned as I started to assault that inner point that usually had him screaming and snapping like an animal. His arms gave out and he was caught by my hand, draping in my grip.

I continued to work myself in him, biting at his shoulders and sucking at the wounds as I thrust, trying to push myself over.

"Kain, God... Kain!"

I scowled and dropped his weight, closing both hands on his hips and dragging him back onto each slam. He gasped something else, and one hand reached out, groping for something to grab.

His face was tipped to the side, I could see his profile, his eyes squeezed shut and his teeth bared as I took him.

He choked as I slammed in, his eyes tightening again.

A strange impulse took me. I stilled for a moment, watched his eye crack open and look at me. "Kain?"

He was too exhausted to do anything more. I hefted his weight upwards, he was like a doll in my hands, letting me shift us so we lay on our sides, dragging his top leg back over my own before wrapping my arms around him.

I thrust in again, softer and slower. He moaned slightly and pressed back into me, his throat by my mouth. I moved for a few more moments and watched his face relax into a mask of utter bliss, his hand reaching to tangle in my long hair.

I rocked against him, slow and deep, and I felt him shiver against me, desperate to get closer. I held him tight and drove into him, holding back the bruising force of before.

He was rocking with each motion, his lips murmuring pleas, calling my name, and he leisurely worked his reawakened arousal, his claws occasionally brushing my length as I moved in him.

He had never been so beautiful, nor so fulfilling. I could feel completion rushing up on me as I watched him toss his head back against my shoulder, throat bared in invitation.

I shook as his muscles tightened around me once more, my teeth bared but I did not bite his throat, instead turning his face desperately to my own and capturing his lips as I came in him, feeling him relax with orgasm but tense at the unprecedented kiss.

My muscles burnt and relaxed, and I let his mouth fall from mine. He stared at me as though I was the only thing in the world, like when I first saw his eyes flutter open with the life I had given him.

He smiled, a slow and warm smile that closer resembled the Sarafan warrior he had been than the vampire I had nurtured and leant up for another soft kiss before sinking into my arms, asleep.

I held him, cold with horror, and felt the muscles of his back convulsing as they were reformed.

I had made love to him for the first time–the night before I would have him thrown into the Abyss.