• 1-Remembered Gods
• 2-Chapter Two
• 3-Chapter Three
• 4-Chapter Four

The Remembered Gods

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) and a lemon,
if this offends or upsets you do not read this, it’s that simple.

Also note this
fic discusses and contains hints of Rape

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Janos/Vorador

Authoress note: Please note this whole fic is in Janos’
point of view.

I am judging
Janos was in the device for four
hundred years *previous estimate was wrong*, this was worked out by Smoke

The heated desperate and demanding kiss caused Janos to
moan aloud. He felt his lust spike suddenly, he needed his child now! Right
now!

Janos twisted slightly in his fledgling’s arms. The
strange fear was still in him even now, but it was diminishing, his memories of
rape and pain being replaced by his memories of his child. Those memories only
made him burn more so, the heat inside him becoming almost unbearable. He cried
out when talons pressed hard against feather and flesh.

Almost timidly he reached down, ignoring the fear that
spawned anew from this act, talons hurriedly unbuckling his child’s trousers by
feel alone, desperate for the contact. He needed this,
he didn’t care what way it was done; all he knew was that it was needed. He
almost cried out again with the need for it.

Once the buckle on Vorador’s trousers was undone he busied
his talons on the many golden buttons on his child’s coat, hissing with
impatience. He jolted as his child stilled his hands and started undoing
buttons by himself, working with more speed than his Sire had been able.

It was almost as if Vorador had gotten this down to a fine
art, Janos wondered. The image of the beautiful fledglings in the main chamber
filled his mind and he felt a stab of jealousy. But he quickly crushed it.
Those fledglings had been used to sate his child’s need,
it was him who his child loved, not any of the others. Only he held Vorador’s
heart.

Noticing his child was done with his coat, Janos turned
again on the trousers; once the buckle was completely removed, he was forcing
his child out of the thin material. He needed to touch skin. He lowered his
head so it rested on his child’s chest and let out a deep sigh, wrapping arms
around Vorador’s back.

The fear was almost gone now, swallowed up by the need. He
simply held his child breathing in his scent, occasionally nuzzling at his
chest. It took him a few seconds to realise Vorador was pushing his own
trousers from him. Almost timidly, he allowed his clothing to be shed and
allowed his child to look at what he hadn’t been able to see in over four
hundred years.

He shuddered as eyes grazed over him. The fear sprang
back, but he squashed it. It was his child, his child, Vorador, not some Hylden
who would sneer cruelly at him. Vorador loved him.

“I had almost forgotten how beautiful you are,” Vorador
breathed, pulling them back to the bed, although the nearness of the floor was
tempting.

Once on the bed Vorador moved behind his sire, pressing
him down slightly. Janos caught himself on his arms as Vorador leaned down to
kiss the back of his Sire’s shoulders before working his way down. Janos almost
collapsed forwards when he felt cool talons push his wings apart and his child
kissed in between them. He shuddered, hearing a moan escape from his throat; he
felt his child smile against his back.

“I haven’t forgotten how much you like . . .” Vorador
leaned down and kissed the flesh and feather again harder this time, making
Janos arch, “ . . . that” he finished before gently
scraping fang over the sensitive flesh.

Janos arched again, this was completely different to the
hell he’d felt at the hands of his captors and he loved it. Fire shot from
every inch of skin Vorador touched, making him burn fiercely with need. He felt
his child press against his side, indicating for him to roll. He did so,
collapsing back onto his wings, feeling them open out beneath him.

Vorador smiled down at the desperate needy creature his
sire had become before leaning down to kiss him.

Janos mewled as Vorador moved down, closing a fanged mouth
around his left nipple, gently scraping fangs over the flesh before biting
down. He gasped harshly, he needed more, he needed
release right now. He glanced down at his child laving the abused skin and
reached down, talons cupping his child’s face.

“Please,” he whispered, “no play, finish me, please.”

Vorador smiled to him before gripping his hips and rolling
them both, so his sire was above him, understanding that lying on wings was
painful enough without another creature’s weight on them as well. He wrapped
his legs around his Sire’s hips and smiled, waiting.

His smile faded however at the look on his Sire’s face.
Janos glanced at him a moment and looked like the entire world had collapsed
around him.

“Sire?” he asked.

Janos blinked. His fledgling was willing to give him this,
after all he had done and he was still receiving beautiful gifts like this. He
shook his head and moved up slightly. Vorador took a sharp breath as he felt
his Sire’s entrance touch against him. He met Janos’ eyes questionably even as his
talons closed around his Sire’s hips.

“Like this?” he asked. Janos nodded and pressed down
suddenly. Vorador gasped as he felt himself slide inside a little; he growled
lightly at the sensation before pulling out. Janos glared at him but his eyes
fluttered shut as he felt a talon rub slowly over his entrance.

“I wont be one of those who hurt
you,” Vorador said slowly, his breath still coming in gasps despite not needing
to breathe as he went to slip a talon inside his sire.

“Then just do . . . it slowly,” Janos breathed, pushing
his child’s talon away. He wanted this now! He’d been taken to many times
without any sort of preparation by those who hated him, it was a pain he was
used to and it wouldn’t matter anyway. As long as it was his child he was with,
nothing mattered.

A deep growl escaped Janos as he was lowered slowly,
Vorador easing him down until they were joined. They stilled together, getting
used to the feel of each other that they had once been so used to. Vorador’s
head tilted backwards, his eyes tightly closed, Janos’ expression much the
same.

After a minute, Vorador opened golden eyes to look up at
his sire, who he found was looking down at him with undeniable affection. He
smiled up and moved his legs, bending his knees as Janos drew himself upwards.
Vorador gasped before trusting upwards, burying himself once more.

“Please,” Janos gasped; Vorador nodded and began to move
smoothly. Almost instantly Janos moved with him, and they had an immediate
rhythm, slow and gentle.

Vorador moved, sitting up, wrapping strong arms around the
lithe form of his sire as he continued their rhythm. Pale blue arms wrapped
around his shoulders and dark blue lips kissed a line down his throat. The
different angle stuck nearly perfectly inside Janos, making him shudder and let
loose half-moaned words. Seeing the reaction, Vorador smiled widely and sped up
a little.

He was still having trouble believing it really was his
sire, that this was not just some fantastic dream he had thought up in his
loneliness. He listened to the gasping breath of Janos, coupled with small
fragments of words. Other than that there was no sound save from the bed
springs creaking. /p>

Janos shuddered and fell back, collapsing once more onto
his wings, which creaked under the strain of his weight. But it didn’t matter.
He purred as this angle allowed his child to move faster and him to move his
hips meeting Vorador’s thrusts. It hit him perfectly.

 
>

Vorador groaned loudly, gripping pale blue hips hard with
emerald talons, pulling his sire back onto him time and time again, his speed
increasing. Both were groaning loudly, managing small words of desperation as
release came close.

“I love you,” Janos managed before he was swallowed by his
release.

Janos bellowed out his release, his back arching, wings
straining under the weight and pressure. Blue talons dug into emerald flesh as
he came with a force. Vorador, feeling his sire clench around him, gasped as he
tried to hold out against the torrent of sensation, but with one last trust he
came, buried deep inside his sire.

//**//**//

“We should probably move,” Vorador spoke gently after a
few moments.

“Yes, the Scion will be arriving soon.” Janos nodded,
yawning widely, lingling against his child’s shoulder.

“What?” Vorador raised an eyebrow. Janos looked to his
child in question. “You’re talking about . . . Kain?” Vorador sniggered.

“Of course,” Janos spoke; he frowned at his child, who was
now sniggering more so.

“Seriously,” he laughed. Janos nodded; Vorador shook his
head, grinning, “Your people chose Kain to fight this great evil you so often
spoke of.” Vorador was grinning widely. “Good choice, you managed to find the
most insanity powerful and selfish creature on Nosgoth to save us all.”

“We did not choose Kain,” Janos muttered, “fate chose him,
he was born for this and he will fix things.”

“It was him who screwed them up,” Vorador snapped.

“He was . . . deceived by Hylden,” Janos mumbled.

“Are you saying this just because he had the Reaver?”
Vorador asked.

J fro frowned. He had not seen the reaver or felt it
presence, last he’d seen of the blade it had been in the hands of the Hylden
Lord. Vorador noticed the frown and spoke.

“Oh yes,” Vorador nodded, “Kain had the sword for quite
some time, but it was taken from him by the Serefan Lord. He is fighting to get
it back now. I do believe he cares more for that damn sword than he does for
most people.”

“If he has the sword, it only reinforces what I say,”
Janos whispered. Vorador looked at his Sire for a few minutes in silence before
he spoke once again.

“Fine, I’m not going to argue with you about this,”
Vorador relented eventually.

Janos sighed; he did not want to argue with his child, not
now. He smiled, nuzzling against his child.

“I’ll go see weather the wards are down,” he purred,
feeling his child shudder against him. He stood and walked over to the door.

“Where are you going?” Vorador asked.

“Rooftops, outside it is easier
from me,” Janos shrugged.

“One thing,” Vorador grinned widely.

“What?” Janos frowned at his child’s expression.

“Pants.”

End Chapter Three