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You’re so pathetic. Rhaast’s voice echoed in his mind, as Kayn wobbled through the streets.
A really nice voice, actually. Kayn would never admit it aloud, but it vibrated quite nicely through his body.
“You sound so nice”, he mumbled. Oh god, he had said that out loud, hadn’t he?
Keep your flattery to yourself, Kayn. I knew humans were weak, but this? Interesting he would say that, seeing as he still hadn’t taken over Kayn’s body, even though Kayn was so far gone that, as he now noticed, he had walked into the complete opposite direction for hours.
“Yeah? And you’re like. Like… A scythe.”
Truly, the smartest human alive. The shadows danced around him, laughing and picking at him, but why should he care? With a hand he swiped at them, shooing them away, but soon realized that they belonged to himself. Right, that shadow magic thing.
“Do it better.” His mind blurred, or was it his sight? Or fogged? His sight fogged? This wasn’t right. Where was he?
I would, but as you so cleverly stated I’m a scythe. Yeah right. The scythe. The one on his back. That thing he now had in his hand. When did he unsheath it again? The shadows laughed again and he giggled along with them.
“So sharp”, he mumbled, sliding his finger over the blade, drawing blood.
And you’re dull. Congratulations.
“Lost?”, someone asked from behind Kayn and he turned around, the world spinning. In the next moment he sat on the ground, a sharp sting in his butt making him hiss out in pain.
Company. How… delightful. Kayn tapped his hands on the floor, searching for Rhaast, but it was so dark and blurry. Then he laid face down on the ground. Since when was cobblestone so comfortable? He should just sleep the drunkenness away and let future Kayn handle the rest.
After all, he was too out of his mind to make decisions anyways.
”Come on, get up, Kayn.” Rhaast’s voice sounded so far away, as if he wasn’t even inside of his head anymore. Hands lifted him up and nausea crept up on him, bile rising up and he dry-heaved towards the floor with no relief. ”Kayn”, Rhaast’s voice demanded sharply now, the hands pulling him into foreign arms.
“Rhaast? Since when do you have a body?”
”I don’t. It’s falling apart as we speak”, Rhaast said, as always disappointed in humans. Did he have any other thing about him? Was he disappointed in Kayn aswell? Surely not. Nobody had ever matched Kayn’s skills, so he must be above humans. Then why did Rhaast still call him human?
“You keep underestimating me”, Kayn whined.
”How could I not? Just look at you. So pathetic. Having to be saved by me.” Weird. He must be hallucinating because the Rhaast he knew would never help him out. ”Don’t you dare remember this tomorrow”, Rhaast said, lifting up Kayn’s chin and Kayn wanted to do that, too, hitting a finger on Rhaast’s borrowed lips and did the same on his second try.
“Shhhh”, he hushed him instead. “Your voice is so nice”, Kayn went closer, wanting that voice to be inside of him again. The shadows tickled him, making him giggle.
His finger slid down, both of his hands grabbing Rhaast’s shoulders and he breathed as close to Rhaast’s mouth as he could. “Speak for me.”
”You’re pathetic”, Rhaast spoke against his mouth, closing the distance to put his borrowed lips on Kayn’s and somehow it didn’t even matter that it wasn’t actually Rhaast’s because all of his movements basically screamed Rhaast.
The way his voice growled into him and the tongue penetrated his lips in an instant, fighting against Kayn for dominance, pulling at his braid to which Kayn gasped, opening his mouth wider for Rhaast and he closed his eyes because this was nice, but it sucked that it was not Rhaast’s real body.
“I bet you look better than that scum”, Kayn said, after they parted, foreheads pressed together, Rhaast’s hands on his cheeks holding him steady.
”Of course I do. Every human looks pathetic.”
“I’m ugly?”, Kayn pouted and Rhaast laughed.
”No, you’re beautiful.” The body underneath him turned to dust and he laid face down on the ground, sleepy.
Where was Rhaast? Blindly he grabbed around the floor, searching for that evasive weapon, finding the blade and grabbing it wholeheartedly, not caring about his breaking skin.
“Good night”, he said, putting a kiss on the blade and the hilt into his embrace.
Kayn, stop it. Get up. You’re gonna die, if you stay, Rhaast demanded with this voice and Kayn thought it was a nice voice, but he didn’t want Rhaast to know he thought that.
“Know your place, Rhaast. Why do you always keep me awake?”
Idiot. Kayn lifted himself up, the world spinning. God, why was his head so light? Was he drunk?
“Rhaast”, he rasped and Rhaast hummed in response. “Why am I drunk?”
Because you don’t know when to stop. That’s a lie. Right? Yes, definitely a lie. Kayn knew his limits and he tended to keep alcohol to a necessary minimum.
“You’re lying”, he growled.
You’ll forget it again anyways. Kayn furrowed his brow. Why would Rhaast say he would forget it? He had never had a blackout before. He was more resistant than most, when it came to alcohol. The world swam, the shadows dancing around the edges of his blurry vision and he tried to catch them.
Kind of funny, how they evaded his grip that easily. They should be inside of him, like Rhaast.
“Rhaast?”, he asked to make sure Rhaast was still where he was supposed to be.
No matter how often you ask, I won’t tell you.
“Whatever. Who would even want to know any of your secrets?” Kayn, the answer was Kayn. Rhaast knew all of his secrets. Why should Kayn not know everything about him, too?
Kayn, just go home already!
“I am at home”, he said, looking around, getting dizzy once more. No, this was wrong. This didn’t look like home. “Shit, I’m lost.” Trailing up the wall next to him, he nearly stumbled down again, but managed to keep himself steady. “Fuck, am I drunk?”
Rhaast’s sigh whacked his body, making his knees weak. Such a nice voice he had all for himself in his head.
Yes, you’re drunk, Kayn. That made no sense whatsoever. Kayn knew his limits, he wouldn’t just break them.
“But why?”
Because, Rhaast started loudly and inhaled. Weird, what would he need that air for? You don’t seem to know what alcohol tastes like. Did you really think you were drinking water all evening?!
“Yes. I mean, no? I don’t know?” Rhaast sighed again and he liked it. He could listen to him all day long and it wouldn’t even matter what he said. “Rhaast?”, he asked again because he might be standing upright, but he was still lost.
What is it now, Kayn? Rhaast didn’t sound nice right now, angry as he was.
“Which direction?” Rattling him with his groan, Rhaast blinked at him from his place in Kayn’s hand and holy shit, was that blood?
To your right, Kayn. And you’re bleeding because you’re an idiot.
“You’re an idiot.” Following the walls of the houses, he kept himself steady, until he arrived at the last one, the path of the forest spreading out in front of him.
What are you waiting for?, Rhaast startled him and he fell over to the floor, the scythe clanging against the stone.
“Where am I?” Rhaast mumbled something he couldn’t understand, but it was still nice, because it rumbled through his chest and his head and he poked at the shadows which were trying to bite at him.
Just walk straight forward.
“Why should I trust you?”
Just do it, Kayn. You don’t even have a choice.
“What are you being so angry for?”
Because you’re stupid.
“You are stupid.”
And you’re pathetic. Fucking hell, if he heard the word pathetic one more time, he’d throw a fit.
“And you’re…” There was no way to not one-up him on that statement. “…a scythe.” Or maybe there was. But Rhaast was a scythe and it sucked. Kayn wasn’t sure why, but it did.
Yes, you’ve said that already. Rhaast was fucking with him. He hadn’t said that before. Why was the sun rising anyways? The forest ground was so soft underneath him. Maybe he should take a rest and continue on later. Kayn! Get yourself together!
“You think you can just tell me what to do?” Despite his words, he got up, and found himself in confusion. Why wasn’t he in his bed? Something was definitely wrong.
Keep walking forward, Kayn. Forward right. He could see the temple in the distance where his room was. His limbs were crying out with every step, but he couldn’t just sleep in the open like that. Far too dangerous.
It might be the safest to climb a tree and rest there.
What are you doing, idiot?!
“Climbing up there, so I can sleep”, Kayn provided, but his fingers would find no grip and his shadows wouldn’t listen, dancing around him laughing. The treetop got further away the longer he looked at it.
Getting up from the ground, he walked towards the temple. He really should get home.
Aren’t you forgetting something?, Rhaast asked and he looked back. Oh, right. Rhaast. He was just lying there. Anyone could have taken him, but he was Kayn’s, so he shouldn’t lose him. Such a nice, sharp blade. Lifting his hand towards it, he noticed the blood. The eye squinted at him.
“Gotchu”, Kayn smiled and stumbled on, hearing the faintest of noises from the bushes. A figure jumped at him and he sliced right through it, before losing balance, falling to his knees. “An ambush?”
Do take your time. Enjoy it for once.
Two more people jumped at him and even from the floor he made short work of them. Everyone kept underestimating him.
I hate it, when you make it quick.
“And I hate playing with my prey. Now shut up, I’ve had enough of you.” Then his eyes rolled back and he fell straight down onto his back, his limbs still screaming.
Even the gravel under his skin would be comfortable enough to sleep on right now, but the temple was in sight. He shouldn’t take this risk to sleep here in his condition.
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“Kayn, man, where have you been?”, one of the acolytes asked, just as gone as him. Kayn recognized that guy as the one that had brought the potent alcohol, as bits and pieces came back to his mind. It had been much stronger than anticipated and its taste has been too addicting to stop.
So much about knowing his limits.
“Uhm, just taking a piss”, he provided, pointing over his shoulder behind himself.
I’m surprised you remember that. Really, Rhaast had such a nice voice. If he just wouldn’t be such an asshole all the time.
“Go to bed, Kayn”, Zed said from wherever he had come from because Kayn hadn’t noticed him until now, but they also had that whole shadow thing going on, so that might explain it.
“Yes, sir”, he saluted, watching Zed rub the bridge of his nose, sighing, as Kayn walked against the wall, as his shadows wouldn’t listen.
And now he was in bed, after getting his clothes off, somehow more awake than before and still bleeding from his hand, so he stared at the ceiling, marveling at how it shifted further and further away without disappearing into the distance.
By now he was sober enough to keep the shadows under control, but the room still wouldn’t stop spinning.
Just sleep, Kayn. Kayn furrowed his brow. Where was Rhaast? He let his head fall towards his left. Oh, there on the wall. His blade was covered in the same crusty red as his hand.
“Why would I ever follow your orders?” Closing the distance, he grabbed the scythe, pulling it into his embrace on the bed. “Tell me a story, Rhaast.” Kayn really wanted to hear Rhaast’s voice right now. It was so nice and deep and rumbling and might lull him into sleep.
No, Kayn. Just sleep. So nice. But Rhaast was all bloody and that wouldn’t do, so Kayn decided to lick it clean and got rewarded by Rhaast’s humming and moaning and groaning and just his voice in general. Maybe he should do that more often.
“So dirty”, he mumbled against the eye and licked over it as well.
Kayn, stop it.
“No, I need to clean my weapon before I can go to bed.” Drifting off, he kept licking. Rhaast felt so nice in his grip, so right. But did Rhaast know that? Did he also feel it, when Kayn held him?
Kayn rose up again.
What is it now?
“Rhaast, what do you feel?” It was silent for a while and Kayn would have thought Rhaast was gone, if not for that eye staring at him intently.
What a stupid question.
“No, like, does your metal work like skin? Because it’s soooo soft.” Nuzzling his forehead against the hilt, he smiled.
No, it doesn’t.
“Hmm, that’s sad. So you don’t feel anything, when I do that?” With his tongue stuck out, he pressed his mouth up the hilt, eagerly listening to Rhaast’s gasps. “Then why do you make those sounds?”
Because…, Rhaast started and Kayn waited for him to finish, silence filling the room. Impatient, he bit into the scythe, gaining another groan. It’s because I can feel what you feel. Now that would explain it. But Kayn needed to make sure.
“So you can feel it, when I do this?” Holding the scythe with his left, the fingers of his right hand slid over his nipples, following down his sides towards his hips where he thumbed against his growing hardness, leaving trails of blood, as the wound reopened.
Yes… Rhaast’s beautiful voice shivered, a clear sign that Kayn had the upper hand.
“And when I do this…?” Moving upwards his pointer finger pressed against his underside.
...yes, Rhaast’s voice broke at the end. Kayn wished Rhaast would be here, but he was, in a sense. So he took himself and the scythe both into his hand, rubbing against it eagerly, blood smoothing out the movements.
“And this?”
Fucking hell, yes, Kayn. What do you want?
“I want to hear you, Rhaast”, he whispered, before he started rubbing in earnest, rocking his hips against the scythe, drinking in that beautiful voice. “Tell me. What do you want?”
Kneel above me. Kayn’s legs were still shaky, but he managed, falling around in the bed, until he ended up above Rhaast, head sinking down next to the outer side of the blade.
“What else?” Pounding against Rhaast, he moved his other hand to his nipples, trying to gain as much pleasure as possible for Rhaast.
Stick your hand into your mouth. Kayn did as he was told, licking around his fingers. It didn’t feel like much, but if this was what Rhaast liked, it was an easy task at least. Yes, get as much spit on them as possible.
Now that sounded like a weird kink, but Kayn could work with that. Rhaast growled at him and it sent sweet shivers down his spine, as he kept pounding against him.
Now slip those fingers between your ass cheeks. No matter how much Kayn wanted to please Rhaast right now, that was still disgusting. Why was he even trying to please him at all?
Had he lost his mind? Was he… he was drunk. He should really stop this. But he was already in the middle of it and stopping now, with the fire burning throughout his body, would be pure torture.
“No”, he grumbled around his fingers, pulling them out and wiping them on the sheets, Rhaast sighing in his mind.
It would have been too good to be true. Figures that the guy killing for fun would like this kind of pleasure as well. Still, Kayn wouldn’t let him have anything just like that. Only under one condition.
“Why won’t you beg for it?”, Kayn taunted. He was pretty sure Rhaast wouldn’t do it, but at the mere thought of having the Darkin beg his body shivered in anticipation.
As expected, no answer came, but that didn’t keep him from pounding against the scythe.
Lifting his head, so he could look into that lidded eye, he was relieved that Rhaast hadn’t left him to himself yet, hadn’t yet turned him into a crazy idiot, fucking against some metal.
Because in those sobering moments he realized how stupid that all was, but also didn’t care enough to stop, pumping harder to erase those thoughts.
“So you don’t want it after all”, Kayn taunted again because Rhaast’s voice has been what had started this and Rhaast’s voice should be here now, too.
Rhaast’s growl vibrated through him and he sighed out a moan.
Just do it. I won’t beg.
“How unfortunate you would say that. I thought I might do you a favor for once, but you don’t even want it.” Against the resistance of his body and the burning spurring him to continue, he let go of himself and laid down on his back next to the scythe, hands above his head.
This is harder for you than it is for me, Rhaast said, Kayn’s cock still painfully hard, begging to be touched.
But he wouldn’t listen to those begs. After all, he was stronger than his body. Expectant he waited for the begs he would actually follow, breathing in slowly in an attempt to appear sleeping and to calm himself down.
Kayn, you’re beautiful., Rhaast said after a while, Kayn’s cock twitching at the sound. Traitor. But still, he leaned into the compliment, his chest warming.
“Huh? Don’t be ridiculous.”
Just look at you, all hot and bothered because of me.
“Sure, because you’ve done so much.” Opening his eyes, he saw Rhaast trying to look at him. Kind of endearing.
But haven’t I? I do know well what my voice is doing to you. Kayn chastised himself for being so obvious. Now the damage has been done. How could he hide anything from Rhaast, really?
“I’ve heard better.” He shrugged and Rhaast started humming, some foreign melody, vibrating through his head to his toes, shaking him, as he thrusted forwards involuntarily.
Rhaast laughed at his victory. Should he enjoy his short moment, it wouldn’t last long.
“Why is it you want me bothered like this? You wouldn’t happen to have fallen for me?” Kayn wouldn’t know which option was worse. He wouldn’t want that scythe to actually love him, but it would give him a kind of power over Rhaast he had desired for a long time now.
Fallen? For you? Keep dreaming. I’m merely chasing for pleasure myself.
"Interesting. Because I do think you kissed me, back in the city.”
Your drunk brain is playing tricks on you.
“I think you like me a lot”, Kayn purred, head leaned against the scythe, careful not to hurt himself again. “And I don’t think you’d be the kind of person to like taking it from behind. I think you’d want to pretend you’d be the one fucking me.”
Seconds stretched without an answer and when he lifted himself upwards to look at Rhaast, his eye was closed. So he did leave him alone in the end. He should have known.
Face down, he fell back into the sheets, gasping at the friction. Now alone, he supported himself onto his arm, stroking himself against the sheets.
How predictable. You’re just a horny bitch, aren’t you? Whining at the sudden appearance of those electrifying sounds, Kayn halted in his movements, face scrunched up, as he held himself back.
“What? Missed me?” His breaths were heavy and short, as they racked through his body. By now he just wanted to finish and be done with it.
Only your body. You can keep your bad character to yourself. He grit his teeth, as his hand stroked him two times, before he could stop himself again, hissing out a long breath. What is it? Are you embarrassed?
“Hardly”, he laughed out. As if he’d ever be ashamed of anything in front of this weapon. It’s not like Rhaast could tell anyone anyways.
I can see that. Stealing a glance up, he saw how Rhaast tried to look at him again. Most likely he could barely see his shade in the corner of his eye.
“How about a deal?” He must be out of his mind. But right now he felt so weak, so vulnerable and all he wanted was to hear Rhaast speak his name, while he came. It didn’t even matter why because Kayn usually just did what he wanted. He didn’t need a justification.
I’m listening.
“I’ll let you see me and you’ll let me hear you and we’ll never speak of this ever again.”
What makes you think I want to see you?
“Oh please, you couldn’t be more obvious, if you tried.” Kayn rolled his eyes, his grip still strong against himself, as his other arm started shivering under the pressure of his body weight. “Take it or leave it. You won’t get another chance.”
Finger yourself, Rhaast said not even a second later.
“No. Take or leave.”
I suppose I’ll leave then. He didn’t want him to leave, he wanted him here and now and he might still be a bit drunk because otherwise he wouldn’t be so disgustingly desperate.
“No, wait. I’ll do it”, he sighed out in defeat. Whatever. It would be just some finger up his ass, what should they do really? As a sign of cooperation, he put those fingers back into his mouth, kneeling up, so he could look deep into Rhaast’s eye, sucking them deep into his throat.
Rhaast’s eye closed and opened again slowly, staring at him with an intensity he had never seen before.
Such a whore. They should sell your body on the street. You’d be rich in no time. This shouldn’t be turning him on as it did. He took his cock back into his hand that hadn’t stopped bleeding for even a second, the blood already staining the sheets, as it dripped down his hand.
So desperate. Suck those fingers nice and wet with those lips, so kissable and soft in comparison to your crappy personality.
Kayn moaned around his fingers at the growl vibrating through his body, spit flowing down his chin. Fuck it, they were wet enough and he was close enough to finishing as it was.
Taking them out, a line of spit following, he climbed over the scythe, rubbing his balls on it, hissing at the sensitivity, and slipped his middle finger into his hole.
It was neither painful nor comfortable in any way, another reason Kayn would rather not do this.
I’ve never seen anything more beautiful. Press it all in. Deeper. Yes, like that. Good boy. The praise went right to his head and he lost his balance for a second before regaining his senses, gasping.
“You think empty compliments will get you anywhere?”
You wanted to hear me and I’m just saying what first comes to mind. Lies or not, does it matter? It really didn’t, but something contracted inside of him at the possibility that all Rhaast has been saying might have been a lie. There was no time to linger in this thought, as he pressed in the second finger.
Yes, just like that. Press it in nicely deep. A little to the left. Ah, there you go. Kayn cried out. Fuck, what was that? Pressing against it once more, he let out a long moan.
“Fucking shit.” Before he would completely lose his mind, he put himself flush against Rhaast, his eye just an inch away from his head.
Such vile words coming from such a delicious mouth.
“A pity you won’t be able to taste it.” Because he was correct earlier. Rhaast was a scythe. Quite honestly he didn’t really know what to do with that and, even while rutting against the hilt and pounding into his ass, his mind tried to find a way to make it work.
Stop overexerting your pretty little head. Kayn snorted, his retort cut off by a moan. Put in a third.
“No fucking way.” The stretch proved already barely bearable, like hell would he get in a third, if that was even possible.
You press out far bigger things daily. Kayn groaned in disgust. Why did Rhaast insist on being gross?
“Ew, Rhaast”, he pouted in a playful way, setting a kiss down beneath his eye which closed on instinct. How peculiar Rhaast still had such reflexes, after admitting to feel nothing.
I’m not wrong. Pushing out, he readied three and shoved them in with a pained groan. Good. You’re doing well for an absolute idiot. His walls stretched even more than he expected and he slowly rutted into his fingers, focusing on the sensation of his cock rubbing against the scythe to distract himself.
Can’t get enough of me? Even Rhaast’s voice sounded unsteady by now, most certainly just as affected as Kayn himself. In answer Kayn leaned down to lick along the hilt starting as far down as he could, bypassing the eye, to let his tongue slide along the bloody blade to the pointy edge, devouring Rhaast’s own moans and whines.
Shifting back above the eye, his fingers hit the spot and his body jerked forward in a sudden. His vision blurred, his ears rang and he knew no more than thrust, thrust, thrust, his mind echoing the words.
You did so well. Reap your rewards. Kayn. With a muffled shout he came, pressing his mouth onto Rhaast, chasing the feeling of relief, before it died down.
And with it his dignity, too, died.
Pulling his fingers out of the sensitive hole, he released his hold on himself and the scythe which looked like an absolute mess with the smeared blood and the cum staining it.
His head throbbed, as he fell on his back next to it.
Never thought I’d find enjoyment in something as pathetic as you.
“You call me pathetic? You made a lowly mongrel kiss me.”
Your drunken mind is playing tricks on you.
“Don’t pretend. I can see right through your lies. You feel both, don’t you?”, he mumbled, sliding a finger across the hilt. Rhaast’s sigh served as more of an answer than any further words.
And you liked the kiss, didn’t you? Pressing into that mongrel’s arms like a thirsty damsel.” Surely he hadn’t. He wracked his brain, but he was certain Rhaast had just kissed him and he himself hadn’t returned a thing.
“Silence”, he cut in, grabbing the hilt and inhaling deeply in complacency, when Rhaast cut off a moan. “You do feel that.” Leaning back over the scythe he followed its path, bumping over the loose bandages he would have to renew, as soon as he would wake up again.
What does it matter?, Rhaast asked with a hint of pain, bitterness showing in his eye. Kayn shrugged.
“I guess it doesn’t.” Sighing, he pulled the scythe close to himself, as sleep finally claimed him.
Good night, idiot.