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Disclaimer: I do not own Legacy of Kain, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Reunited

Disclaimer: Legacy of Kain belongs to Edios and Crystal
dynamics, they are 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
Kain . . . then he�d be mine, my own pet Kain ^_^ *coughs* my birthday is on .
. .

Warning: it has to be said . . . . this fic contains YAOI
(GuyXGuy), blood play and a lemon, if this offends or upsets you do not read this, it�s that simple.

Defiance references

If you choose to avoid any of these things the back button is right
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you are acknowledging the above information and accepting it.

Pairing: Kain/Magnus

Rating: NC-17

Part: Two of god only knows, um maybe three . . . or four,
probably four by now I hope it stays that way but dear god Magnus is going a
little bit mental � no pun intended.

Believe it or not it was meant to be a one off but Magnus got out
of hand.

Set: Post Smooth. Kain has left Sebastian dead in
the industrial quarter and now finds himself colliding with another visage from
his past

Authoress note: wow busy past few weeks, have
literally been wrestling with time to try and find a few quiet moments in which
to write this. Makes the idea of being a timestreamer
sound nice . . . I�d be a better timestreamer than
Moebius . . . I wouldn�t worship a big
sushi for one thing.

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Chapter Two

{Magnus}

�You�re a pretty thing aren�t you?�

The woman turned suddenly, looking around through sightless eyes,
forever blind due to clumsy stitching. Her arms came up over her head
protectively, an automatic reflex.

�A pretty little thing like you shouldn�t be in a place like this�

The woman slowly removed her arms and stood up straight, she listened
intently, hearing only the usual creaks of the stone work and machinery she
assumed the voice was addressing her; no one else seemed to be around. It was
soft, almost cooing to her, she would have smiled a little if her mouth hadn�t
been so cruelly closed, some of the stitches were rotting on her skin, she could feel it.

�And all alone to� the voice continued �such a shame, they shouldn�t
hurt a little bird like you�

She sniveled quietly taking a few scuffed and shaking steps towards the
sound of the voice, her arms held in front of her, preventing her from
colliding painfully with rough stones. Bandaged hands touched gingerly at stone
work and slowly moved to the left, she was sure the voice was coming from over
here.

�I could look after you� the voice was closer now, slightly louder
despite its hushed tones �I would protect you little bird�

Her hands closed over iron bars, gripping them tightly. The voice was
caged; it was another inmate like her? But it promised protection. She paused a
moment her half lost mind swirling with possibilities, the voice was clearly
male, but it was different to the other male voices she often heard, it wasn�t
crying or whining piteously, nor was it gruff and alien like the jailers, it
was strong.

�Just let me out, pull the leaver little bird, just to your left once
I�m free I�ll take good care of you, I�ll stop the pain�

Her hands closed on the leaver and she pulled.

She heard the rusty creak as the bars of the cage were lifted, she heard
the soft padded sound of bandaged feet, she felt hands
hold her. She did not feel fangs as they descended, she did not realize she was
dying, she was happy as the pain faded slowly into darkness. The voice had kept
its promise.

�Stupid mortal� Magnus muttered dropping the girl

he had needed the blood, he sighed
half in relief as his wounds slowly closed up, at least the ones that hadn�t
been sowed open did. He had been caught once again, unable to remember what
they did, his mind had descended into the fog of
madness as the creatures had worked on and over him, only resurfacing when he
had been dumped in the cell.

They usually caught him that way, when he let his lust and needs take
over his common sense. He�d hunt the other inmates and the jailers would hunt
him, following he screams, the blood and the smell.

It was cold here now, the human inmates huddled
together, shivering, their breath clouding up the air. Looking down he hissed
quietly, the woman�s corpse had started to steam slightly, vapors rising.
Deciding he�d be safer anywhere but here he moved, slow pained steps as sharp
bursts of pain shot up his legs, looking down he sighed at the bruises
littering him.

He�d been bruised before, by humans however and sometimes a vampire,
when one of his brothers got a little to rough in training or when a lover got
a little to energetic, but never before had he been bruised like this.

He used to be Vorador�s best fighter until Kain came, the ashen haired
fledgling had taken his title but surprisingly it didn�t bother him that much,
he�d been quickly renamed Kain�s champion, he hissed again, that fact alone
should have made him more desirable than his brother.

He winced suddenly as a large bruise on his left thigh made itself extremely known. Some of his past bruises had come
from scuffles with his brothers, others from those he bedded but most of them
had come from battle. It was in a round about and indirect way Kain�s fault
that Magnus had been bruised a lot in battle

His thoughts had never wandered before Kain had arrived, he�d been
focused and sharp it was the major element of his success, but then his Lord
came along and his focus went spinning out the window, taking most of his
restraint with it as well.

It didn�t matter whether it was fighting, politics or any simple
everyday task, he was unable to concentrate while that creature wandered the
mansion so close and yet untouchable. Hell even his eating habits changed, his
victims changed from what ever he could find to all tall, blondes, many of
witch he bedded first.

His infatuation became so overwhelmingly powerful that he had at times
wondered if it was love.

Even now he still asked himself the same question

It couldn�t have bee love really, it just couldn�t have . . . it was
infatuation, lust, a want but never love. He sighed knowing how much it was a
lie simply because if it was infatuation shouldn�t fucking him have removed it
or at least diminished it? Why now was his longing to be with him just as strong
as it had been if not stronger?

Absence makes the heart grow fonder . . . he was beginning to believe
it.

But then it had been wonderful even just lying there afterwards had been
wonderful.

Sometime later during the daylight
he woke, blinking at the dull light that seeped in under the tents cloth.
Squinting he rolled over, almost colliding with his lord who shuffled slightly
in his sleep. Ashen hair was starting to tangle on the pillow absently Magnus
started to run his clawed fingers through it, straightening it some.

He shifted uncomfortably that feeling was back again, his chest
felt tight as if his lungs were becoming too big for them. That tightness, he�d
begun to link the feeling with Kain although he didn�t understand what it
meant.

He took a deep and unneeded breath
to try and ease it. It wasn�t really a bodily ailment it was a strange kind of
emotion, one he couldn�t identify. It
was worse this time making his stomach feel strange as well and for some reason
he wanted to cry despite how content he felt just lying here next to him.

He swallowed and listened to the
slow, easy breathing coming from Kain, it was odd that he still breathed, most
fledglings fell out of the habit quickly, but then again no one had been there
to teach Kain. He shook his head a little trying to shake any thoughts away and
simply take comfort that he was still in bed with him.

He smiled slowly; he had half
expected to have been booted out straight after, to make room for Sebastian . .
. where was Sebastian anyway?

It didn�t matter, he was content
just lying here and no strange thoughts were going to get in the way of that.
He smiled wider when he looked down at himself finding one of Kain ebony
tipped, clawed, hands gripping his hip with a possessiveness he had not
expected, Kain had somehow managed to wind their legs together was well.

Strangely this contact sent a
little flutter through him and caused the tightness in his chest to intensify
amazingly. He almost gasped for breath as the suddenness of it. What was it
that he felt? There was more than just sexual submission here, or satiation of
lust there was something more.

A dull glow suddenly appeared in
the darkness and it took Magnus a second to realise it was Kain�s eyes. The
amber glow was a little unsettling but it only took a second to get used to.
Kain made a somewhat disgruntled sound and dull confusion lit in the glow of
his eyes.

Magnus felt like he�d been kicked
in the gut as his mind reeled, oh god, he was wondering why he was here and not
Sebastian! Was he mad? Would he deny what had happened? Why did the thought of
that sting so much?

�You can go back to your own bed,
if you want,� Kain mumbled around a yawn, Magnus sighed in relief and smiled
when the hand on his hip tightened its grip as if in silent request.

�I think I�ll stay� Magnus replied

Kain yawned again displaying long,
delicate looking fangs before sliding his arm up around his lieutenant�s waist
pulling him closer. Magnus purred quietly in the back of his throat and rested
his cheek against his Lord�s hard chest winding his other arm around him to
stroke his back with his claws, making goosebumps
rise.

Kain�s breathing levelled out
almost instantly as he easily drifted back off into sleep, yet Magnus lay
awake, one hand playing with the ends of his Lord�s hair while his mind tried
frantically to rationalise the feelings in his chest.

Magnus hissed loudly as one of the blinded prisoners stumbled into him,
his claws flashed out but he stopped himself before he struck the now cowering
prisoner. He looked at it and it took a moment to realize that the prisoner was
male and rather young, couldn�t be older than nineteen, his dark hair was
tangled beyond redemption and his eyes had been newly sown shut, the blood
still trickling from the corners, like tears.

He kneeled and leaned forward licking the blood trails away, the man
whimpered but was frozen in place. Magnus sighed and stood, taking a step back
he looked to the man before turning and walking on, trying absently to find
somewhere reasonably safe in which to cower before they found him again.

He was beginning to question the point of it all, he ran, he hid, they
found him, they hurt him then he would run again and hide again.

It was all so pointless.

He would hide and while hiding he would think, thinking was bad, usually
his thoughts would go one of two ways, either they would swirl into madness or
sink into his memories. Contemplating the past was the only real thing to do
any more.

He was however grateful for one thing, here there was no one to talk
with, therefore no one to lie to, no one but himself. But still it had taken years in
this place, years upon years upon years but finally he had come to terms with
what he had felt and what he still felt even now.

He
knew he couldn�t keep denying this, even to himself. Lying to himself was pointless and only proved his weakness. Before
when he had been free he continually reminded himself that he lied so that no
one would have to be hurt, so no one would have to suffer, except him.

He
had loved his Lord.

It
was not infatuation; it couldn�t be it was to powerful. Surely you wouldn�t
offer up your life for someone who you were merely obsessed with, it had to be
love, it just had to.

But
he had cared for his brother as well; he couldn�t destroy what his brother had
just because he was horny. But he wasn�t just horny he had loved him, that was
why his chest was always so tight, that was why even now two hundred years
later he still thought of him as though it was yesterday and that was why he
had tried to save him. Offering his life, not caring what happened to him if
only HE would live.

But
he had failed

A kick to his jaw sent him reeling,
landing hard against one of the prison walls, missing one of the sharp wall
mounts by inches.

�You have nothing now vampire� the
creature hissed golden armour glinting in the dull green-ish
blue light of the prison, strange how the Serefan Lord made it seem even more
green.

Another strike caught him in the
ribs causing him to spit blood

�Your Lord is dead, killed easily
with my bare hands� the Serefan Lord laughed, a sound like broken glass on
wood, hollow and bitter

Golden armoured hands gripped
Magnus� throat and lifted him pinning him against the wall. Magnus had never
been this close to the creature before, he swallowed a whimper as its breath
stung his eyes. It was clear now that this . . . thing was no longer human.

Maybe it had been once, but now its
hands held three long fingers, its eyes glowed burning green and its skin was
crusty brown. He felt his stomach jolt with nausea,
the thing smiled showing one corrugated edge as teeth obviously enjoying his
reaction.

�You should have seen it� the
Serefan Lord continued �it was so beautiful� it shuddered as if enraptured �the
sounds he made, the expression he held when I killed him� the creature hissed
pleased �and now I have your brother�

Dropping him the creature turned
and paced away from him

�I want you to remember how you felt
when I was close to you, what it felt like to have my hand strike you, I want
you to remember it all and know that these hands will be the ones touching your
brother�

Magnus closed his eyes tightly,
drawing himself up onto his knees, wrapping his arms around himself, preying to
what ever
entities were out there that this was not happening.

�I would have loved to have kept
your �Lord� he would have been so much fun� the creature laughed �such an . .
.interesting plaything, the vampires petty rescuer mine for eternity� it
shuddered again �but your brother, such a beautifully twisted creature,
jealousy is such a powerful emotion, powerful enough for even betrayal of the
ones you love�

�You . . . lie creature� Magnus
spat opening his eyes, unable to stop the bloody tears that fell

�but I don�t and you know it� the
Serefan lord waved a golden finger at Magnus before aiming another kick at the
vampire�s ribs �Sebastian so blinded by rage and sorrow came to me, begged me
for aid, and I gave it to him, I destroyed the main cause of his pain and now I
have you at my mercy� a golden armoured claw struck him again, he yelped as he
felt the right side of his jaw shatter �Sebastian is in debited to me and I
WILL be taking my payment . . . slowly�

He
had failed, failed everyone, now because of him, his Lord was dead, he was
prisoner in this hellish place and Sebastian was at the mercy of that brutish
twisted creature, he pitied Sebastian more. At least his Lord was beyond all
suffering and he although suffering at the hands of his jailers, at least he
wasn�t any where near that hellish creature that lorded over the Serefan.

But
Sebastian, he sighed shaking his head, Sebastian had gotten the worst deal.

Oh
how the mighty had fallen.

He
entered a quiet room, no inmates wandered in here, no spiders loamed in the
corners, it was quiet. Thankful for a bit of luck he dug strong claws into soft
rock and clambered ungracefully up the wall, finding a ledge to perch on. Maybe
here he would be safe.

Briefly
he wondered if Sebastian had a safe place in which to cower.

He
had tried so hard to protect what he loved. Even at the cost of his life. He
had been a willing sacrifice, he would have sacrificed his life for his brother
and his Lord, they were the only two things he cared enough about not to
completely destroy. Yet the thought pierced him, he may have already destroyed
them by sleeping with his Lord.

A guilty blood tear grew and
swelled, before rolling down Magnus� cheek and landing silently on his still sleeping
Lord�s chest.

He knew he could never have him
fully, he could have his physical affection but never . . . him. He understood
that now. Kain loved Sebastian and it was painfully obvious Sebastian returned the
emotion but, Magnus swallowed, he loved his Lord as well.

Another blood tear slipped from
him, rolling down his cheek and resting on his Lord�s chest.

Slowly Magnus rose from the bed,
careful not to wake his Lord. Silently he donned his armour, took one last look
at his Lord and left. Heading towards the smell if humans and the Serefan Lord,
he would end this tonight.

End
Chapter Two

Authoress Note: a bit short and
quiet uneventful really, I apologise for that. Hopefully the next chapter will
have some kind of lemony substance to it.

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