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The Devine Image

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.

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. Please also note it contains Possible
Defiance
references.

If you choose to avoid any of these things the back button is right
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Pairing: Vorador/Kain. Yaoi elements but little
emotion, maybe a hint of Vorador/Janos

Rating: NC-17

Part: One of five maybe more.

Set: Pre Blood omen two, why oh why can�t I get
out of this time frame *cry�s pitifully*

Authoress note: A completely stand alone fic,
not related to any of my others. I wanted to try something a little different
but I think this is turning out very similar to all my others . . . bother. But
I just really wanted to write it.

The name RAINER comes from my forgotten god�s fic. But this fic is STAND
ALONE.

Dedications: As always this is dedicated to my
wonderful beta reader, Odeena skywalker
who without, this would be unreadable for most. Also to Eiko the werewolf for sharing my insane moments and my bizarre mood
swings and not freaking out and for passing her driving test, I�m so
proud.

For all my
reviewers, who without I would have surely given up a long time
ago.

Express WARNING: Long chapter and LEMON.

The Devine Image

Cruelty has a human heart
And Jealousy a human face
Terror the human form divine
And secrecy the human dress

The
Devine image. William Blake. Songs of experience

Chapter Three

Egotist. A person of low taste, more interested in himself
than in me

Vorador � The divine Image

{Vorador}

The slums were aptly named.

He could actually start to smell them when he
entered the lower city and now that he slipped across the slum rooftops the
stench was almost overpowering. The slums in his opinion were like Meridian�s open sewer,
this was where the waste came to keep it out of sight and mind of the rich.
Even without the smell it was obvious when you entered the slums, houses made
from what ever had been lying about at the time, tin roofs clicked loudly under
his claws, broken glass littered the streets from broken windows, cardboard
suddenly became a building material and even from the rooftops the flavour of
despair filled the air.

But despite its rank state the slums did have their
uses, the Serefan hated the slums as much as the vampires did and only an odd
guard was stationed down here, glyph guards were almost unheard of. That was
why he�d chosen this place for Kain; this was the safest lace in the city.
Looking around to make sure the coast was clear he made a great long leaping
jump across three streets and landed on his destination, sliding across the
tilled rooftop he found the rooftop door, hidden, made to look like part of the
rest of the roof and slipped inside.

Landing silently in the corridor he paused and
listened, he could hear Umah talking and smiled widely unable to stop himself.
He knew she spoke to him, many a time he had entered interrupting what appeared
to be an important conversation, he also knew she had read every book in the
room aloud several times, the ones Vorador had named as Kain�s favourites were
now so dog eared and over read that Umah could practically recite them anyway.
He�d always found her doting behaviour rather touching and wondered how she�d
react if . . . when Kain woke up.

She�d been doing this job now for nearly two
hundred years now and Vorador worried about what her reaction would be when it
ended. He�d chosen her for this job because of the trust he had in her but also
because of her maternal side, it was almost overpowering, he�d watched as in
one breath she�d been reading aloud from one of the ancient books and then in
another had torn a thief apart because she dared come to close to the house.
He�d known Kain would be safest with her, but now he worried for her, Kain had
been showing signs of waking for a little over a month now and when he did Umah
would have nothing left to protect . . . maybe he�d get her a puppy.

He�d been so lost in his worrying thoughts he�d not
realised he�d been standing in the corridor for nearly five minuets until Umah
dropped down in front of him, a dagger aimed at his throat

�You dare to enter . . . FATHER!!� the dagger was
dropped and arms wrapped around him, he smiled a little ad returned the
embrace, lifting the rather petite woman from the floor making her yelp.

�Good evening� he dipped his head a little when he
put her down; she smiled widely at him, showing happiness to see him along with
fangs. �How are . . . things� he asked

�I thought he would wake earlier this evening� Umah
looked at the floor for a moment then back to her sire �but he settled again�

Worry pierced Vorador deeper this time, Umah had
sounded sad at the prospect of her charge waking, he sighed and followed her
down stairs into a room set aside to receive guests, not that she got many. He
cursed himself as they sat and asked himself why he hadn�t done this sooner

�Your getting attached� he said, straight to the
point, he�d never been tactful, Umah paused, shocked at the accusation, her
mouth open still from the words she was about to say. She closed her mouth and
looked thoughtful for a moment

�It�s a bad thing?� she asked eventually

�Yes it�s a bad thing� Vorador snapped, surprised
at his child�s stupidity

�But . . .� Umah began

�No buts Umah, he�s not always going to be some
helpless little thing that you can take care of when he wakes up he�s going to
be, confused, angry and probably knowing him as egotistical as always�

�Egotistical� Umah asked

�Yes egotist, a person of poor taste more
interested in himself than in me� Vorador snapped and ignored her giggle �when
he wakes he�s not going to want you following him around like some love struck
puppy�

Umah said nothing, she�d only ever argued with her
sire about things she was sure of before and she knew she couldn�t be sure
about this, Vorador saw the confusion and sadness as she thought over what he
had said and how she�d been acting, he wanted to sigh again, he didn�t blame
Umah for this, it was half his fault he had known her desperation for something
to mother and had used it against her, he could hardly get angry now that she
had only acted as he had expected. Her want for a child had been the reason she
was a vampire.

When she had been human Umah had always wanted a
child, she and her husband had owned a small plot of land north of Vasserbund
and had enjoyed a comfortable life, they were in no way rich but they were not
as poor as some. They had been trying for a child for years and had been unable
to conceive, Umah had confessed to Vorador shortly after her creation that it
had been her fault, there was no way to be sure but something inside her told
her it was her fault, she was infertile.

The knowledge had almost killed her, grief had
almost overcome her and when she had told her husband her suspicions he had
reacted very badly, claiming the reason for marriage was for children and if
she could not give him children then . . . she�d woken three nights later in a
ditch, beaten half to death by the man she loved because she couldn�t bare his
children. That was how Vorador had found her.

�Umah� he said quietly after a short silence �When
Kain wakes he will leave here, he will not need your . . . care and will not
wish for it� he swallowed knowing deep down this was a bad thing to promise
given the circumstances with the Serefan �but when he does I will teach you to
create your own children�

�What� Umah gasped, eyes wide and shocked

�When this war is over we will need to rebuild our
race and I cannot do it alone� he paused �you will make a good mother�

The pure joy on Umah�s face let him know he�d done
the right thing.

* * *

He�d sent Umah out into the city to hunt, to
stretch her legs while he stayed here to guard. On nights when he didn�t come
down here he knew that she had to stay close to the house, he also knew that
the people in the slums were more polluted than other areas the blood here
tasted more like the green toxic pollution than of human life. He watched
stifling laughter as every half hour or so Umah dragged in another body taken
from the lower or upper city the fifth time she had also dragged a sack that
smelt of stale bread, noticing the look Vorador gave her she turned and huffed

�He hates it as much as we do� she snapped,

�He told you this� Vorador asked, knowing full well
Kain did indeed mumble in his sleep but he highly doubted he�d ever said
anything coherent

�It�s obvious� Umah huffed disappearing back out
into the street again, he was right she really would make a perfect
mother.

After she�d been gone for over an hour he wandered
upstairs and into the room set aside for the sleeping Kain. He just watched him
silently, the covers he was lying atop were slightly rumpled apparently from
his earlier attempt at waking. Vorador shuddered remembering the dream he kept
having, the strange place, the torn wings

�Why
can�t I wake up?�

It made his stomach turn to think of anyone being
trapped like that. He swallowed loudly and tried to turn his thoughts in a
different direction. Kain still wore the clothing that he�d done the night he�d
fallen, that made him smile a little Kain had absolutely hated them, he hated
the fact he felt like he was being put on display . . .

�No� was the snapped answer

�Kain� Vorador growled, clenching
his fists at his sides to stop himself lashing out, he wasn�t in the mood for
another of these arguments

�I said no!� Kain yelled �its bad
enough that I�m here at your every beck and call but I will not be paraded
about in front of mortals like some wild animal you�ve tamed� Vorador blinked,
he hadn�t seen it like that, Kain had a point but . . . they needed to do this
right, they had to appear stronger.

�We need to make a show of force�
Vorador snapped, throwing the trousers and scant shoulder armour down onto the
bed �this could turn into an official declaration of war Kain, in history has a
general ever not been present!�

�A declaration� Kain muttered

�Yes a declaration, the Serefan are
bringing half there army for this we don�t even match that in numbers, we are
going to look weak and frail� Vorador yelled throwing his hands up

�And you think having me there will
make such a huge difference� Kain snapped

�What�s going to be a better show
of force than you! For crying out loud you tore the pillars down single
handily!!� he stopped he knew that was the wrong thing to say

Kain was silent for a moment,
glaring at the clothing Vorador had dropped on the bed, they�d already had the
argument about the uniforms, how they exposed more than they protected, Vorador
had claimed they were there to be provocative Kain had just scoffed claiming
just because vampires healed faster than humans was no need to map out and
expose the best areas to aim for by dressing them up like a bad porn film.

�This already is war Vorador� Kain
growled, walking forwards forcing Vorador to back up out of the room �a bit of
paper won�t make any difference� then the door slammed.

Later Vorador sat in the biggest
hall in the mansion, the Serefan on one side, the vampires on another. The
armies, lined the balconies, while the entire floor was left open for the
leaders and their chosen few. Vorador was tense perched in a large chair on one
side of a small table with Faustus, Marcus, Sebastian and Magnus spread out
behind him. The Serefan lord was in an equally large chair on the other side he
had fifteen lieutenants behind him. So far the debate had been very one sided,
the Serefan were winning, at the moment this didn�t seem to be a declaration of
anything, the Serefan were forcing a surrender before the war had even begun.

Vorador had been staring at the
Serefan Lord now for nearly an hour, he had to wonder what on earth this
creature was, it claimed to be human but there was something really not right,
the tiny amount of exposed skin under the golden armour was crusty brown, it
looked dry and brittle, the creatures eyes glowed green and its hands were
vampiric talons. It stank of glyph energy, and Vorador wondered if it had been
human once and had just changed due to the constant exposure, there was no
other theory he could think of that would work.

�We cannot agree to these terms�
Vorador said when the Serefan lord handed over a contract; although he had to
wonder how they would stop him enforcing them, half his army out numbered the
entire vampiric one. He opened his mouth to continue but it was then Vorador
noticed that the Serefan lord had gone very, very still.

The main doors had been left open,
to large to keep opening and closing at a whim, the Serefan lord was facing
them and for a moment Vorador didn�t know what on earth it was that he was
looking at that could have caused such a reaction. Then he knew.

Kain had finally decided to help.

His power flowed into the room,
slightly more controlled than when he first arrived, lessons from Vorador were
having some small effect it seemed. He smiled feeling the fledgling approach
from behind, feeling how uncomfortable he was, no doubt the result of the
clothing, but it was having the desired effect.

Vorador felt Kain stop behind him
and lean forwards

�I hate you so very much� he
whispered, but the slight smile let Vorador know he was enjoying the reaction
he seemed to be getting. The stillness was very tense and Vorador had to wonder
weather the . . . thing that was the Serefan lord could actually sense what
Kain was.

The rest of the meeting had gone
quickly, Kain�s mere presence having more of an effect than Vorador had
expected, the Serefan Lord seemed unable to focus on anything, green glowing
eyes constantly slipping up from Vorador to the fledgling standing beside him.
But he hadn�t counted on the reaction from Kain, he�d expected the Serefan Lord
to be uncomfortable but he hadn�t expected the barly
controlled rage that emanated from Kain directed solely at the creature.

It reminded him of the rage between
Janos and the Hylden.

�I found something out� Umah said sitting next to
him, making him jump �sorry� she smiled

�No . . . I was . . . thinking� Vorador muttered
feeling embarrassed to be caught staring and lost in thought,

�you looked sad� Umah said slowly as if treading on
glass, she knew Vorador�s relationship with Kain was a strange subject and
depending on how you approached it effected the answer you got, once she�d just
asked and had been shouted at, another time he�d broken down in front of her
and another he�d just shut off completely. She�d asked questions about his Sire
before and Vorador�s reaction had always been the same, complete and utter
depression but Kain seemed to get a variety of emotional responses, it was . .
. difficult to understand.

�I was just remembering something� he muttered �you
said you found something�

�Yes� she nodded knowing a change in subject when
she saw one and gladly accepted it, �the Serefan have found something big�

�Yes I know I had scouts sent out� he answered,
frowning as Kain made a noise and rolled over,

�They�re hunting the Seer� Umah nodded �I heard
they had her in a holding in the upper city�

* * *

{The following night}

It was a disaster.

He�d sent out three fledglings and only one had
made it back alive with news that yes the Seer was captive. He knew the Seer
from when he was a fledgling himself and she was already old. It was she who
had told his people of the prophecy, or at least part of it, in total seven of
the ancient Seer�s had dreamt different parts of the prophecy and it had taken
them three years to piece it together, she had handed them the missing piece,
the key.

There had been some confusion, they knew the Hylden
would try to break free, that they would find is easier because the pillars had
fallen to humans and they knew one would rise to stop them, but some of them
said they saw a demonic creature saving them, others a whole creature that
appeared vampiric. It was the Seer who had told them that their were to
champions, she told them of the destined fight and of the reaver, the blade,
the key and the prison.

She had said who would be victorious.

It was then that shrines were built and the murals
were painted.

He had always liked her, she had been shunned by
the ancients and made outcast, due to her �unique� heritage but they knew truth
when they heard it and had believed her, but once she had told them she had
been outcast once more. Vorador used to speak with her on occasion when he was the only made vampire in existence,
the fact that they were both the only ones of there kind gave them a strange
link. He could not let her die by Serefan hands, he would rescue her.

Taking
a few steps backwards and collapsed into his chair, taking a deep breath he
closed his eyes, trying in vain to rest. In vain because the moment he closed
his eyes he heard high healed boots marching angrily towards him. Lillith, the
only fledgling to have survived the scouting mission. Opening his eyes he
winced, she was badly hurt, bruises and cuts littered her body, she had
obviously had to fight in order to return.

�why
do you keep asking this of us!?� she snapped the moment she was a polite
distance away �you ask us again and again to risk our freedom, risk our lives
to bring this army down and when we die you simply shrug� she paused for
unneeded breath �how dare you�

�I
ask nothing of you Lillith� Vorador began perfectly calm despite the hiss from
his left, opening an eye he spotted Cyan at his side, strange he hadn�t heard
her arrive �you are here by your own will and you are free to leave at any
time�

�Liar!
Why do you keep making us fight?� Lillith whispered, but her anger was by no
means gone; there was venom on every syllable �why! When there is no hope of
winning?�

Was
there any hope of winning, why didn�t he just take his people out of here, back
to the forest, back to the mansion, back home? Why did they still have to fight
this war?

�If
you don�t fight they will just get stronger, they will increase in number and
they will come for us no matter where we run� he sighed as if weary �we have to
fight, we must stop them�

�But
we have no chance� Lillith snapped �why fight when we have no hope�

�There
is always hope Lillith my small one� Vorador smiled, remembering, Kain had said
that the morning he woke to find his lieutenants had disserted him, his
champion among them. Vorador had bid them return to the mansion, regroup and re
think, this ambush was going to destroy them, if they ran now some would die
but most would escape.

But
Kain had scoffed at his advice and had stood his ground and the inevitable had
happened.

But now there was hope wasn�t there, if Kain woke
he would be able to slip through the city silent and unexpected, able to kill
those who would bring the vampires harm. If Kain could single handily bring
down the pillars surely he could do this.

�I can see what your thinking� Lillith snapped, she
sighed her anger was fading, she walked to his side, opposite of Cyan and
leaned on him �you place your faith in a false hope my Sire, he will never wake
and we will all soon join him in rest�

Part of him told him she was right, the chances of
Kain waking and riding to the rescue like some white knight were slim to none
but they had nothing else. He bit his lip, they could still make a difference
on their own, he would not let the Seer die.

* * *
{Slums}

He sighed watching the two sleep, lifting a blanket
from atop on of the cupboard he wrapped it over Umah and sighed settling
himself in the armchair set aside for his visits and tried to think. Talk like
that of Lillith�s this evening was enough to cause desertion, in the old times
when they had numbered many he would have punished one of his children for talk
like that and if they did it again they would be killed, but . . . he couldn�t
kill Lillith not when their numbers were dwindling so low already, he couldn�t
even really bring himself to punish her, she�d already been through so much and
she did have a point. He sighed louder burying his face in his hands.

What could he do?

�Why don�t you hurry up and wake up� he snapped
glaring at Kain�s back,

he�d often gotten angry with the fledgling, even
when his anger was caused by something else Kain had usually born the brunt of
it, but then it had worked the other way around as well. When Kain had first
entered the mansion he�d made it clear that he was there against his own will
and the two had clashed about many things, it had started to look bad, his own
fledglings saw this stranger challenging their sire and there sire doing
nothing about it, it was similar to what was happening now with Lillith, by
disagreeing with him she was fundamentally questioning and challenging his authority,
his ability to rule.

Kain had done that one too many times and Vorador
had been pushed to take action.

He felt bad; guilt and anger ate
him alive from the inside out.

Another fledgling had died.

Several had been captured by a
local village and were due to be put to death, he shuddered and tried to hide
it encase any passing fledgling were to notice, being put to death by humans
always meant burning by water or fire the humans wouldn�t care which.

Vorador had demanded a rescue and
had also demanded Kain lead it, he hated to admit it but despite the reckless
actions and the increasingly bitter remarks Kain always managed to succeed. Kain
of course had argued against the rescue, saying Vorador could always make more,
why risk five lives to save three when you could just make more. He was right,
Vorador knew this but still, those fledglings were his, he cared for them, each
had a personality, a soul, he had memory�s of them clinging to him like infants
looking to him for protection and answers he couldn�t just let them die.

So Kain had gone taking with him a
few others and they had after several nail biting hours returned, one fledgling
had been killed another had almost died and remained even now close to death.
Vorador had erupted, he�d sent the rescue group away to care for the wounded
and had turned on Kain. The young vampire had said nothing and it had angered
Vorador more and he had lashed out. He felt guilty now, Kain had already been
hurt, his normally white hair covered in what seemed to be ash and soot,
several burns littered is front and back along with a few deep sword wounds.
Obviously he�d taken a risk to save a fledgling he�d never even met before and
he suffered because of it.

The guilt ate Vorador alive and so
he was currently on his way down one of the smaller hallways to Kain�s room to
see if he was alright. Apologising was unlikely as his pride cried out against
it but simply checking to see if he was ok would be . . . acceptable. The guilt
was currently rather violently competing with anger, guilt for reacting the way
he did and anger at the fledgling for allowing this to happen, he�d obviously
been careless, taken some stupid risk. He gritted his teeth hard and tried to
pull the anger above the guilt, anger was always better than guilt, and Kain
had the amazing way of making him feel like he was the fledgling rather than
the other way around, he showed no respect and often went against his orders.

It was undermining his authority,
making him appear weak.

He�d had fledglings before who were
like this and had always physically shown them who was boss, he�d proven
himself �dominant� to them in a number of ways, and always they had fallen
before him usually bleeding and raw, spirit broken. Yet he hadn�t done anything
to Kain yet, something small inside of him did not particularly want to hurt
the pail fledgling, it felt wrong, like he owed Kain something and that to hurt
him would be like hurting . . .Janos.

It was a dilemma; one he wasn�t
sure how to remedy.

He stopped outside the fledgling�s
door and sighed, swallowing a little pride he opened the door and stopped, his
unneeded breath caught in his chest. The curtains were open, bright moonlight
pouring into the room like water setting the room in a strange blue-ish purple
light. Kain had obviously been tending to some of the more stubborn wounds he
had received and had stripped to do so. He stood there naked, moonlight
glinting off of his ethereally pale skin, eyes watching Vorador slightly
confused at why the elder had stopped. He was beautiful.

�Vora . . .� Kain started frowning
but was stopped, the elder moved frighteningly fast, one moment he was beside
the door looking in like he had never seen anything quiet like it before, then
he was at his throat, fangs traced momentarily across sensitive flesh before
finding their mark and sinking in deep, the sudden bloodlust overpowering.

Vorador�s mind resurfaced languidly
a moment later; he blinked and purred lowly when he realised where he was and
what he was doing. One hand and arm was wrapped around pail shoulders holding
Kain tightly to him, despite the fact that he was surprisingly not struggling,
most likely due to the shock, the other hand however had automatically dropped
and was caressing the fledgling�s member which was rapidly growing hard under
the attention. A dark idea grew in Vorador�s mind as he supped lazily from the
fledglings veins, he knew how to prove he was in charge, he was . . . dominant,
lust spiralled through him at the thought, and he stopped stroking Kain to undo
his own trousers.

Removing his fangs he backed them
against a wall a little surprised at the lack of resistance he encountered,
took one of Kain�s legs, pulled it up, and brutally thrust into him. He grinned
in triumphant pleasure at the surprised pained cry that escaped Kain�s throat
and began to roughly move, delighting in the pained gasps and whispered curse
which all to quickly stopped when the fledgling sank fangs into his own lip to
silence himself. It was pleasing seeing Kain�s golden eyes glassy with both
pain and a little pleasure, yet he also found it a little disturbing to watch
as Kain�s features softened slightly, submissively, there was something undeniably
. . . wrong about it.

He felt Kain�s hips trust against
his own pulling him in deeper, a reflex that the fledgling was powerless to
control, and he groaned pushing down the guilt he suddenly felt, rather shocked
that he felt it at all. He was angry that he felt guilt at doing this, he�d
used sex many times to tame a semi wild fledgling and never before had he felt
guilt at doing so, only the physical pleasure and the content reassurance that
the fledgling would not fight him again.

Why now when he looked into half
pained golden eyes did it feel so wrong? Pausing he growled and pulled out,
ignoring the sharp whine this caused, forcing the fledgling to the side and onto the
bed, Kain landed on his back, he made to get up but was prevented when Vorador
placed a hand on his shoulder, he applied pressure, enough to make the bones in
Kain�s shoulder grind painfully, he squeezed just shy of breaking before
letting go and lifting the fledgling�s legs. Vorador placed them on his own shoulders
and shoved himself harder into him forcing a purr at the sharp cry.

Kain�s eyes were squeezed shut,
mouth partly open gasping for unneeded breath as Vorador sped up, the two tiny
wounds in Kain�s throat still bled; thin trails of blood ran down onto the
sheet. Vorador leaned forwards and used his weight to push Kain�s legs back
over his body almost bending the fledgling in two, feeling his bones creak in
protest, so that he could lap at the thin trails of blood.

�Your mine� he whispered against
the fledglings ear �mine� emphasising the last word with a particularly harsh
trust

A nearly silent whine of pain
caused him to stop suddenly, he knelt back up and looked down, Kain�s chest was
heaving and his eyes opened slowly, they were surprisingly blank, no anger and
no fear, there was just pain slipping past the blank mask. Vorador swallowed loudly
trying in vain to push the guilt down; he twitched when he felt blood not his
own run down his thigh. Vorador hissed as Kain shifted a little underneath him,
sending shivers of pure pleasure up his spine, the smell of blood and the small
movements, made him want desperately to just ram himself deep inside the
fledgling again and again until they both bled and he was sated but . . . he
didn�t . . . want to hurt him.

He�d done this many times before,
taken those who were not willing to show them who was more powerful, who they
owed their allegiance to. It was an animalistic way of proving dominance but it
was one that worked and that he often enjoyed. It was alien to him to feel this
kind of guilt, it wasn�t even really guilt it was more like something deep
inside of him telling him this was very wrong, this creature should not be hurt
by vampiric hand, he hissed quietly to himself, then louder at Kain who was
staring up at him confused and pained, it was like having Janos inside his
head, a deep shame overcame him suddenly, but then Kain moved again sending
pure pleasure through him and he whined at his indecision.

Caught between the need to fuck him
brutally and the want not to hurt him but to share his pleasure Vorador sighed,
thinking. He came to a decision quickly and moved Kain so his legs were
circling his waist and gripped the fledgling�s hips and slowly thrust once. A
sharp intake of breath was his only response, the look of pain faded slightly
in golden eyes and he thrust again seeing a little pleasure return to them. He
moved again and again, slowly, gently but the sensation of shame didn�t stop,
with a deep sigh he stopped and moved to draw away, legs tightened around his
waist

�Bastard� Kain hissed �don�t stop
it like that�

�What?� Vorador couldn�t keep the
surprise out of his voice, he hadn�t expected Kain to speak and if he had the
only word he�d expected to hear was �stop�. The request stunned him so much
that he paused for a moment before moving to fulfil it

�Harder� Kain growled as he thrust
again slightly harder this time �do. It. Harder� He growled slowly, anger in
his voice despite its trembling, Vorador obeyed still floored by the words and
was rewarded with a small cry and the feel of the legs around his waist
tightening their grip further

He began to build up a rhythm not completely gentle but not rough, either. His
hips pumped sharply, building up speed. It had to hurt Kain despite the fact
that the blood he had spilled tearing him open was now stopping the chaffing,
but the whimpers and soft cries coming from him didn�t sound unhappy. Vorador
felt a little better about how he�d started this and changed his angle
slightly, once, twice, a third time and . . .

Kain�s entire body tensed, claws
dug deep into the sheets tearing through them into the mattress, a flush of
colour spread over him, more remarkable due to his natural paleness and his
mouth opened in a silent yell. Pleased with the reaction Vorador continued.

Kain
hadn�t said anything after Vorador had finished and was still silent when he
had gotten up, refastened his clothing and left. The next day they had spoken
like nothing had happened. Slowly over time it happened more and more until it
became habit and routine, every time it happened little was said during and nothing
after, it was cold and emotionless, yet it was needed, and now that he didn�t
have it he yearned for it, just looking at him now made him ache.

But
it wasn�t just the sex he missed, he found himself pondering over this many a
time and he found he was missing little things, really stupid little things,
such as the sarcastic remarks he threw about casually, the way he would look to
him sometimes when he wasn�t angry there was a strange softness tinged with
sadness and insanity but also some kind of affection. Vorador had often
wondered about that, he knew that there was no love between them there was some
kind of mild affection but it was not love. His relationship with the pale
skinned vampire had always confused him, cut him in half, part of him saw Kain
as one of his own and wanted to protect the fledgling against anything that
might hurt him but the other part saw Kain as a bigger threat than the Serefan.

It
was all very confusing.

He
knew he would be sad if Kain did not wake up but it would not destroy his world
and the sadness felt more like the sadness a father would feel for a son or a
boy for a favourite pet not the sadness between soul mates or lovers.

End of Chapter Three

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note: long chapter this time . . . phew.

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