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Vorador considered how much more he should ready Kain before he introduced him to truly having something
inside him: he had no doubt that Kain was
contaminated with the human attitudes on being taken, thought it was shameful,
submissive, and had completely missed out on this experience.� He wanted his introduction to it to
completely change his mind about the desirability of the position.

The first and
smallest one for Kain was smooth.� No need to rush him. �No need, he mused as he pressed the pestle to Kain's entrance once more, at all. �He circled, traced over the bumps of the
puckered opening, amused and enjoying himself. �Spread the oil around and not just within, up
and down the crevice and circling the rim.

The spice of
anticipation was something Kain had not considered,
not to mention this uncertainty. �He had
always taken as soon as he wanted, but there was something to this waiting,
this wanting. �Though his habits of
thought objected to waiting on another's pleasure he found the waiting itself
to be a pleasure; the sensations Vorador evoked with
that small object on a narrow stretch of flesh were pleasant. �When he was finally able to have fledges of
his own (if a necromancer had raised him, then eventually he would be able to
repeat the feat) and took one as a concubine, it might be fruitful to study
this so he would be able to reduce the creature to begging. �Usually his 'lovers' begged for him not to
take them, the thought of a creature begging to submit to him and be used to
serve his master inflamed him even further.

"You are
thinking," Vorador observed as he once again
allowed Kain the pleasure of being entered. �"And it is arousing you. �Good you are learning there is more to sex
than merest, base action."

"Yes..."
Yes, he would think of the submission to Vorador's
whims was a required as a lesson, that would make this easier for him. �"I was hoping that what I learn from you
could one day be used with a fledgling of my own." �There, a slight implication that in this he
was Vorador's fledgling, arousing Vorador's
sire instinct and hopefully making him want to help Kain
learn to sire, not to mention making it seem that Kain
would not entirely lack Vorador's parental instincts.

Vorador's eyes
measured him, weighed him, and possibly judged. �And then Vorador's
lips kissed him. �No teeth, but not
without dominance. �Yet completely
non-violent

Kain kissed back, amusedly predicting Vorador
would make a comment about his technique in this as well sorely lacking. �No need to ape affection he did not feel for
his prey.

Vorador snorted
when he pulled back. �"Yes,
fledglings are more pleasant," he smiled thinly before delivering a sharp
nip to his left ear. �He slid his tongue
in the blood and up behind the shell of his ear, into his ear and toyed with
all the sensitive nerves about.

Truly, this was
quite pleasant. Kain turned his head to give Vorador better access. �"I shall take your word for it."� It was a possible insult to his skill, and a
parry to Kain�s implication.� It rankled to be bested and insulted in the
same turn of phrase, but only slightly as a knee-jerk reaction.� Because it implied respect, that though Kain was so young he was not a fledgling.

Between licks to
the whorls and curves in the cartilage which Kain
encouraged he almost did not understand Vorador�s
question, "Are you a ready for a bit more, Kain?"

"Can you not
tell?" �He tried to thrust against
him and draw attention to his need.

"You think,
and still you do not," not condescending this time, merely amused as he
drew back the pestle and lifted Kain's hips up a bit
more and reached below him.

"How so?"

Kain's body was
heated, blood singing and warm from arousal. �He let Kain only
feel the slightest amount of cold steel outside of him before he felt it all
inside of him.

"Ah!" Kain could not help the gasp of shock as the chill metal
entered him: this was only his second time being penetrated, the first time so
deep; Vorador had succeeding in surprising him.

The image Kain presented was beyond appealing, tensed and leaning
backwards slightly with shock, but Vorador's assessing
hum held little more than a note of purring approval as he bent his head to
lick the fledgling's chest. �Expert control, too small to be called
movements, too smooth to be a twitch, pressed a round of the toy's curvature to
the sensitive spot within Kain.� He almost
thrashed, he couldn't help it, his hips jerked forward against Vorador, and back.

"Oh my,
perhaps you are as good as a fledgling," Vorador's
voice was mocking but he gave Kain pleasure again with
the tool he had made himself. �Carefully
he bit his nipple, threatening to pierce it with his fang. �Something worth considering,
later. �He sucked, cleaning the
single droplet of blood.

The pain shot
through him, waking him from the haze of startled pleasure yet adding to it.� And
then the other one, again setting the fog in his mind alight and covering it
with smoke again.� He drew away from Kain's body, his flesh and the chill with teeth and hand. �He angled it downwards to press again.

Kain moaned this time, not yet accustomed to this but less
shocked by it.

He let tightly pulled flesh snap back into place and kept only the swelled
tip with in him. �"Do you want it
back?"

His hips kept
working, trying to draw it back in.� It
was humiliating to give up control of his body, yet he retained his mind. �"Yes, Vorador. �I
had not thought having something there could be this pleasurable."

"Foolish, though I do like those words upon your lips. �Do try to be more agreeable from now on, hm?" �He fed it
back into his hungry body, watching his face, feeling his body, for every
slight change

Kain's eyes closed and his neck arched as he was slightly
stretched again, muscle ripping around it in hopes of it finding that spot. But the steel was smooth and held no catch, no
grip, no texture, to please the nerves.� None of the things that Kain�s
body knew it wanted, somehow.� The very
fact of its smoothness somehow enflamed, caused passion in and of itself. �Vorador well knew
all the advantages that could be offered at times like this and was always one
to exploit. �Lips and teeth worked in one
hollow to the side of his chin, working backwards along his jaw to his ear with
maddening softness. �"Tell me what
you want, Kain"

"I place
myself in your capable hands, Vorador," he said
quietly, hoping that giving Vorador authority would
inspire him to outdo himself.� He wanted, but did not know what was best.

He shook his head
slightly and eased it back in and finally, cursed finally,
Vorador touched his straining arousal with a
calloused blacksmith's palm.

He couldn't help
moaning again, and why not? �His
reactions seemed to please Vorador, and the sooner Vorador was filled with lust the sooner he would be given
enough of this exquisite pleasure to come, hopefully before his state of
arousal started to become painful.

Vorador rubbed
him, like he would under the chin of a cat, his knuckles moving the fine skin
of the pulled back hood, easily becoming slick in the desire that seeped the
tip of him.

Good, but still
not enough! �Kain
was used to fast and hard, sating himself when he wanted as he wanted.� This delay was maddening. �How many millennia had it taken Vorador to learn to be this patient? �Then he remembered that Vorador
was not even hard the last time he had looked. �So Kain was the only
one suffering from the careful,
damnable petting. �Not a grasp, not a
stroke, but petting him, doleling out pleasure at his
convenience as if he was some sort of kept animal.

...Vorador was likely doing this deliberately to taunt him,
drive Kain mad with need as Kain
desired to do to his future fledgling. He would keep control, he promised
himself.

Vorador watched
him writhe, then watched him calm himself, try and
take control of his own body. �How
frivolously amusing, how futile when Kain was in Vorador's hands as his instrument for his art. �Experimentally he stoked within Kain at an angle the fledgling had enjoyed while giving his
eager flesh a taste of his claws.�
Just slight pain for now,
more would come later perhaps if he proved...worthy, interesting as a bed mate. �Pricks of his flushed member turning white like
stars as it had been before from Vorador's claws
before fading back to nothing.

Kain growled. �That
hurt! �But it was hard to do more than
that slight objection with the thing moving inside him.

...A pity. �He took him in hand with utmost delicacy,
"You will climax Kain. �You will pour out your pleasure from your body
and from your throat. �You body will
convulse and for the first time ever you will clench hold of something inside
of you. �Remember the sensation Kain, and how all things previous will pale before it.� Know it will only get better. �And ponder how your shaking, rippling muscles
will feel around your lover."

He stoked, hard.

Finally! Vorador's hand felt a thousand times better than his own,
and his hips jerked between it and the thing inside him. �Vorador's prediction
making him even more eager for what he foresaw, unlike all other predictions of
his fate.

"You feel
the smoothness?" �From crown to root
he stroked and slowed his other hand, letting Kain
work himself. �"The
hardness, not firm as flesh but cold steel just like your precious blade."� Tracing
round the base of him with his hands, not quiet scraping with his claw; the
root and back up pulling slightly. �"And so small."

Pleasure deafened
him.� Always greedy for more, he wanted
larger, wanted more, wanted the real thing.� How would Vorador
feel if he could do this with only his hand and a tool?

"Silly, stupid boy," deeply condescending. �He
could see it, this ending, this stroke would not
please him as he thought it should, like a painter realizing the color was
slightly off right before he put the brush to his canvas.� He used his claws again to drive him
back.� "You have no idea, do
you?"

"If you find
me ignorant, then continue to enlighten me," he gasped out shuddering, he had been there, the peak...

"Though
still able to speak," vague approval, "We simply must remedy that,
though," and he squeezed so perfectly, "Speech does have its
uses." �Vorador
released him, fully save for holding him to his body. �Simply let go of his shaft, pulled the tool
from his body and left him...earnest.

Kain couldn't help but whimper disappointedly, still
thrusting. "Vorador, what..."

That slight sound
pleased him and he made sure his subject knew it in small ways, pressing him
closer so he could rub, however lightly against the brocade of his coat. �"Hm?"

"Why, why
did you stop?" �A question that made
him sound stupid: Vorador wanted him to beg, that was
obvious. �He had to find a way around
that, there were limits to how far he would go in pursuit of knowledge and
satisfaction.

"I want to
see your reaction, it speaks loudly to your suitability," not ideal, but
he knew that already from his earlier reactions, but passable, maybe. �He smiled sardonically, "Why don't you
tell me why I should touch you again?"

"Because we
have long been allies, because you wish to instruct me..." Kain replied, rubbing against Vorador
still.

"Really Kain?� Is that
all? �Though you are telling me the
reason," he inhaled like the billows that heated his forges, deeply and
filling from the bottom up so his stomach and chest pushed out against Kain's rubbing. �"I want to hear it from your mouth. �All about it."

"Because I
want this," so much, he was so close... he willed his body on.

He exhaled in a
satisfied sigh.� His hand came close. �"And?"

His eyes were
fixed on that hand. Should he try politeness? �"Because I ask it of
you. Please."

Vorador snorted
and touched him. �"Not exactly what
I was looking for, but sweeter to taste." �He took hold of him once more and sent it into
him and he into pleasure.

Kain arched back, almost falling out of Vorador's
grip, crying out loudly, eyes tight shut. �Ah, it was as Vorador
had said, he had never felt this. �He
felt the thing inside him, felt himself ripple around
it, and instead of thinking of pleasuring a lover this way thought of feeling
this around him as he made his lover come.

Disdainfully he
tilted Kain's hips so his stomach went slightly
concave and aimed him away from his clothing. �He cleaned the head with a flick of his thumb,
and waited for Kain to return to his senses.

He was panting,
eyes closed and a look of transcendent satisfaction on his face, but after a
moment, his eyes blinked open and he regarded Vorador.
�What next?

He pressed his
claws against Kain's stomach and slid his hand
upwards. �With his thumb he spread the
cool silvered fluid even as he gathered it. �Claws crept up his chest past his sternum and
then lifted to gently wipe it onto Kain's lower lip.

Kain licked it. Bitter.

Vorador licked his
lip flicking their tongues together for a bare instant.

Kain wanted control, craved it. �This was worth the lack of it, he told
himself, what had just happened, the soul shaking pleasure, proved it.

Vorador took his
time, licking Kain's mouth and lips while gently
nudging, not quiet stroking, Kain's soft length.� When
he pulled back from kissing him he gave the toy a flick while it was still
inside of him while making ready the next behind Kain's
head.

Despite his lack
of arousal Vorador's casual action made him gasp
again at the unexpected jolt of pleasure.

Chuckling and he
glanced back down.� "Kain, we've barely begun. �Don't tell me you are exhausted already"

"No,"
he said, irked by the implication.

Vorador stroked
him, smirking. �"Hurry then, lest I
decide to stop."

He entertained
the fantasy that had been occupying his frustrated mind: pushing Vorador down, rendering him helpless and thrusting in,
making him cry out in fear and dismay, owning the only one that dared think
himself superior to him, breaking him, using him.

"Ahhh," Satisfaction, much like when he had beaten a
stubborn piece of metal into a pleasing shape, "Much better."� Much better indeed, it suited Kain, who was less a stung instrument with nerves for him
to pull taunt and tune, and more a drum.�
Basic percussion and little fineness, rhythm, war, not
a song. �He stroked, helping him
along and pulled the tool from him. �"And next."

His groin
tightened hearing that word.

It was not steel,
not fully--a silver alloy to go along well with the cabochons and even cut gems
he had set into it to provide a texture even his smallest hammer could not. �He eased it in, a near hunger giving a savage
cast to his face as he drank in Kain's reactions.

Kain could feel the slight bumps: they were irregular
enough each came as a surprise, and he moaned, eyes staring into nothing as his
mind and body focused on the feeling, muscles tightening for more friction,
more feeling.� There
were ridges, delightful, maddening friction that had been denied to him by the
other one. �Not only
through his entrance but over that spot of deep pleasure as well.� Rolling over it,
one, then another, then a tiny gem, then... �Oh, god!

The progression
halted for a moment, hesitation except for that voice, "Liked that one,
did you? �Tell me you want it
again."

"Yes,"
he gasped out.

"Say please,
it's such a fine word to hear from your lips."

"Please,"
and only afterward did he think he should have found some other way, but now, Vorador slid it back a little (oh!) and forward again
(ah...), and he moaned and rested his head against Vorador's
shoulder.

His shaft was
released his back was stroked and inside he was stroked. �Somehow when Vorador
fisted his claws into Kain's hair at the nape of his
neck it was...comforting.

He should have
gone to Vorador decades ago! �Perhaps even when he first met him! �He had been missing this all this time?! �What
a stupid fledgling he had been!

His tormentor
passed that particular gem over his prostrate one more time,
lightly tugging Kain's head back to see his
face.� "The rest
of the way now."� And deeper. �It was
larger than the first in width and length, every movement was exquisite.

Kain tilted his hips backwards for more and he forgot to
tighten his muscles to increase the sensation; it was great enough. �This wasn't the more he had wanted earlier,
still cold metal and not as large, but oh yes, it would do.

"Such a petty, pretty thing you are, Kain,"
not enough to make up for his reactions.

He gasped as
another gem stroked him in just the right spot, feeling it slide in a fraction
at a time, more and more, and he shook slightly.

Vorador was attuned,
catalogued the slightest of things from Kain's body
and knew instantly, "Again. �Tell me
what you want."

"Don't stop," and he hoped it sounded like an order, but
doubted it.

He kissed him
taking in the small gasps and edged it deeper, "This way," he taunted
him.

"Move,"
he said, trying to put firmness into his voice, but failing.

"No." �He leaned forward and whispered into Kain's ear close enough he could feel his lips move and the
breath from between them, "Move yourself."

He started to. �At first he paused slightly at each sensation,
forgetting for a moment what he was doing, then the pausing stopped, then he
sped up, faster and faster. �Moans,
gasps, growls: all manner of sounds escaped from him as he fucked himself on
the thing in Vorador's hand.

He could not feel
if Vorador was aroused or not, but he felt his eyes. �He was leaning back and watching him. �Listening to every delicious sound he made and
seeing his hips move like a whore's.

Faster, harder more, and he felt himself draw closer to the
edge.

There were...some
more good points about Kain, he supposed.� "Hold back, Kain.
�Not yet."

He whined. But he
wanted, needed...

It had been far
too long, and this was too good for him to hold on much longer.

Please, Vorador, he would have said if his mind had been intact and
his pride hadn't, don't stop this, don't torture me like last time. I'll kill
you if you do.

"You will
hold it back or I will stop touching you and I will take away your toy."

He fought his
body every step of the way to slow down, to ease back from what he needed.
�Vorador never
made empty threats, and he wanted more than simply this one night, wanted more
than what he had already been given. �He
panted, trying to regain control.

�Use your hands, Kain. �Touch yourself, but not," Vorador
covered Kain's shaft with his hand and pressed it
into his stomach, "Here. �Please me
with the vision of your body. �Now."

Perform for Vorador's pleasure? �The thought rankled, but then his mind cleared
enough to realize that if he did it well enough, Vorador
would certainly be aroused. �Vorador's seeming immunity to arousal, cool planning while Kain was lost in a haze, was getting quite, quite annoying.

Vorador took his
hand away, and slowly, with recognizable mock reluctance his parents had used
with the words, Well if you don't want it... �The object that gave him so much pleasure was
being pried from his clinging, hungry body with exaggerated care.

A... that was not
a yelp! A sound of protest was wrenched from him, and he thought fast as his
hips tried to follow it. �Then, he
carefully bit his fingertips. �Let's see,
it had been enjoyable when Vorador had touched his
nipples...

The withdrawal
paused; there was no sound from Vorador. �But, as Kain did as
he had bid him, lightly he touched his hip, realigned him and did not let it
slip out.

He let his
fingers trace over his flesh, painting himself with blood, and slit each of
them with a fang as he slid himself slightly on the thing inside him, mingling
pleasure with the slight pain. �Blood
from the cuts trickled down his chest. �He
raised one hand to his mouth and started to lick the blood from his fingers
slowly, the other hand tracing his stomach, staying away from his need as Vorador had bade him, but tormenting himself by inching
close, then withdrawing, claws grasping for what was just out of reach,
surprising himself with just how pleasant it was.

His compliance
was rewarded in little ways, it was tilted, eased in a bit more, and one
blinding time, rotated inside of him.

He gasped then,
and his fingers stopped until he regained enough sense to know he must
continue, it was his only hope of that happening again.

"What does
it feel like, Kain?"

"Wonderful,"
he murmured, tracing claws around his neck, small little cuts inviting Vorador to drink.

Vorador derided
the invitation, which would require for him to lean forward and give Kain some pleasure against his clothing, by the simple virtue
of ignoring it completely. �"Not
very verbally expressive now, are you?" �He clucked his tongue.

"Normally I
am, but I lack words for this."

"Better."
�Approval warmed his voice slightly. �"You must do better with your hands and
body, Kain, if you want me to consider having sex
with you."

He had to earn
being taken? �It had best be worth it,
but with Vorador he was sure it would be. �He lazily thrusted
his hips back and forth, sliding a hand behind him to trace the curve of his
back side and slide slightly within the cleft, hinting at the possibility of
what was already there. �His other hand
traced his front with claws, making cuts as he jolted from the feeling of
something rubbing against that spot inside him. �He moaned, purred at the feelings.

"Much
better," he admired Kain openly as an artist did
a painting he had yet to complete. �That
is what his 'lovers' (except for one, long long gone)
and 'bed mates' were to him. �If a canvas
was pleasured by the brush, what did it matter?�
It was the painter who received the greater delight, for creating the
art provided pleasure transcendent of the base sensations the canvas might
experience.� It was the artist who made
the art, who tuned the instrument and made it sing.

There was in fact
something enjoyable about touching himself like this, Kain
mused. �Not simply the physical touches
or the heightened desire via teasing, but the act of being seductive itself,
glorying in his beauty and power. �In being admired for it as frankly as Vorador did.� A pity he had no
one he need bother to seduce, except Vorador who was
certainly trained in resisting it. �Still...

When Kain reached into his crevice once more Vorador
rewarded him with another turn, shifting an incredibly pleasing gem over his
prostrate from the side.

He hissed his
appreciation and renewed his efforts.

"Touch your
opening, feel how opened you are with your fingertips."

Kain slid the hand further down, tracing a circle around
the thing inside him before putting fingers to either side of it to judge the
width, rubbing lightly.

"Still
small, is it not? �But then you have
little to judge it against."

It certainly was
not was wide as his arousal. �Larger than
the first one: the increase in size had brought an increase in sensation. �His curiosity was certainly piqued about the
feeling of Vorador inside him.

"Perhaps, Kain, if you are very good I shall make one for you when we
are parted."

Yes, there,
another time, there would be more times than just this once.� He certainly wanted one of these anyways but
somehow he knew it would be better in Vorador�s
expert hands. "I hope to be worthy, then."

"You can
talk," he thrusted it in. "Now. �Bounce."

Bounce? The word
sounded like children playing, certainly not appropriate to the occasion. �However, he complied, and found the word to be
fitting as he sped up.� His knees worked
almost elastically to bring himself pleasure.

"You may
touch yourself fully, now."

Relieved, one of
his hands lowered to grasp himself and he began stroking slowly, savoring the
sensation as Vorador had been laboring to teach him
to do. �It
was not Vorador's hand though, to torment and tease
him.� It was predictable, known, but
better than it had been alone.

Vorador rubbed his
palm over the head and he began to
thrust back and forth between his hand, Vorador�s
hand, and the object inside him.� The
head slid against Vorador's rough palm, an aide, a
pleasure. �"Beautiful," he
murmured and Kain smiled at the praise that was due him.� "Keep
moving," and he moved the tool in strange double pace to Kain's hips to keep the sensations varied and
unexpected.� This speed, and receiving pleasure from stoking himself,
quickly brought Kain back to the edge of near
mindlessness.

Something made
him move faster, more desperately. Please don't let Vorador
make him stop! He might kill him this time.

Vorador didn't
seem to want him to, he murmured low words of encouragement, "Good,"
"A bit more," "Do it." �And then, finally, "Now."

Kain applauded his judgment in this and he thrust down hard
and everything went away for what felt like eternity.� When he came to,
he was collapsed on Vorador, breathing hard as though
he had run from Meridian
to his ancestral lands.

Vorador shielded
himself with the palm of his hand, and when Kain, the
fledgling, slumped he gathered him up, brushed the dried flakes that had
transferred from Kain�s body to him, away.� He permitted Kain
to lean on him, considering the merits while waiting for Kain
to come to.

He blinked, then blinked again several times until his vision started to
clear.� Vorador
nudged him lightly and looked at the
mess on his hand and laughed at himself inside his head. �Carefully he punctured his palm with his claws
and then offered it to Kain. �"Lick."

Kain lapped at it like a cat, the rich taste of blood
making him feel slightly more energetic, able to stay awake instead of about to
fall asleep, even mingled with the bitterness of his seed.

"Tired?"
�Questioning tone tinged with disappointment
Kain's sleepy mind could not detect. �"When you are done, drink"

"Done?"
he murmured, "I will be fine in a moment." �Though perhaps only due to the potency of Vorador�s blood.

"Mmm, good, there is more to be done."
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