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In the throes of it all, Raziel has much time to think. The endless terrains of thought, and the never ending expanse serve well for the simple questions he mulls over in a constant loop.
There is much that weighs on his psyche, starts and ends usually with his former Master. And, as the so called destiny he so quickly disregards for rabble has shown ahead - he'll be seeing lots more of the persistent fiend.
Destiny, destiny, destiny - how tiresome a word that may have one day piqued him so. Now, as Raziel's mind concerns itself: a burden, irritation and bother for his ever piled priorities.
With not more than a minute's notice, the so-called fiend makes his appearance with a low grumble - his gaze immediate on Raziel's own.
Raziel's interest is piqued - his exhaustion comes through with his bite, leaning his tired head back, his claws folded over his chest.
"Think the devil's name, and he shall come... Is that how it goes, Kain?"
Raziel from his position, is leaned against a shadowy grey wall, multiple cracks and ivy littering the various holes as if mending it naturally back together. It's a small courtyard, somewhat reminiscent of their homes once, though skewed enough that Kain wouldn't think the same - Raziel knows this. Regardless, here, the ornate decor is simply crumbling, age taking its toll, the years unkind, much like it's been to Raziel himself.
"I believe so." Kain's voice as it usually had - has always placated Raziel's edge. Perhaps subconsciously he'd been conditioned to be calm when Kain spoke, but logically, deep in some recess he refuses to venture towards, Raziel knows well it's the fondness that lays for Kain that still burns pittley embers.
Kain's strides click against the stone, and he's quickly stood beside the wraith. His nonchalance in the gesture has Raziel narrowing his eyes, looking at him as if being near is a taboo. Which, it might as well be. Kain was all for breaking unspoken rules, so Raziel shouldn't have been surprised at the suffocating proximity of the other which soon follows.
Kain seems to be far off, thinking. The click of his claws is the only audible sound as Raziel smoulders. "I've missed you, quite." Raziel's scoff does not make Kain twitch, nor does his expression falter, "It is true, Raziel." He looks over at the wraith, words still echoing quietly.
Raziel quiets his displeasure, though he's half a mind to simply leave Kain to fumble his words on his own. "You've not listened to my truths, nor taken kindly to being near me." Kain continues, "Though I require you to understand, I wish to be here, no matter how harrowed I've made us."
Raziel blinks, taps a sharp claw against his bandaged forearm, and steps one foot closer. Kain's looking at him as he does; fondly. He can feel the emotion creep over him. Insubmission flickering wild - regardless of his small lapse feeding his now igniting nostalgia.
"Harrowed? How unassuming, Kain, I'd suspect it obsolete." The higher incline of his voice has the word almost cheery, offering much more of a mockery to the initial thought.
Though, Raziel can't help but revel in the way Kain's breath stutters as he exhales, the smallest break in his ever composed air.
It's familiar to him, Kain's claws on his neck, though, with the new body, Kain's grip fails to find much purchase, instead one bunching into his cowl and the other against the meat of his thigh.
The vampire, to simply say, moves fast and Raziel's face is close to Kain's within a second.
"Listen to me." Kain leans close, Raziel can feel the breath on his face, though with the familiarity of it all, Raziel finds Kain's claws suddenly in his own.
Feeling like a damned fool, Raziel lays his one of his hands over the one bunched into his cowl.
"You are an impatient fiend." Raziel hisses, "you simply want my forgiveness— don't you?"
Kain says yes - a whisper that is abolished in the words that follow,
"And for what, to be absolved of all you've done, some magic word that cleanses the suffering your guilt eats from?"
Kain leans his forehead against the cold wall, Raziel doesn't move his hand, grips Kain's claws tighter in his own, "Oh Kain, how I wish I despised you."
Kain chuckles, Raziel can feel the vibrations in his hair.
—
Kain's tongue is a treacherous thing, practiced in each set of eloquent words he'd speak, spun sentences of intense quality of years past from his time as Master. Raziel knows he's fallen in before because of them, that his strong devotion to Kain was for his intellect and his praise.
Raziel hadn't changed in terms of simple pleasures— raw desires only fulfilled by another. Carnal things Raziel hadn't been sure he still could feel, but then Kain had brushed up too close to him and it'd woken as if from a slumber.
So, Kain's eloquent tongue now lapped against his hollow throat, the sensation akin to the pinprick of sleep— static. Forcing his breath to stutter and his hips to grind against the leather thigh which brackets him against the wall. Kain's a fiend. He's thought it multiple times amongst their various encounters, but the word sticks bold now. His whole body now surrendered by the vampire in front of him, with a few measly licks of his tongue?
Raziel, immensely heated everywhere now, a new sensation, considering his usually cold skin - sighs in pleasure as the very tip of Kain's fangs find him. The ripple of a shiver strikes like a fever, and it's too easy the way Raziel's body yearns.
Kain inhales the other, Raziel can feel as he breathes deep, the kisses against his hair, kisses to his ruined jaw. His eyes, Raziel catches a glimpse— pupils blown wide. Kain revels in him like a delicacy, and Raziel's half a mind to cease it all… but as he catches Kain's chin in his claw, he can't help but want… needing more and more of him.
The wraith strokes along his jaw, Kain leaning into his touch. How behaved. Raziel tugs him forward, leaning his head to the side at the same moment, and with the realization, Kain's demeanour turns ravenous. The heavy petting doesn't cease, Kain if anything continues to lick, kiss and breathe in each part of him. Raziel relenting fully, his head happily leaned back, thighs shaking with the friction Kain supplies.
Kain pauses over the junction between Raziel's neck and shoulder, lays a hand against his thigh, the size difference of them both only adding to the wraith's arousal.
"My Raziel..." Kain manages in a low growl, his hips are positioned flush with Raziel's, a quick tug and he'd ground his clothed sex between Raziel's hips.
They'd make the situation work, Raziel knowing this body had not much in terms of pleasure for the other, pushed his thighs together as Kain pulled his cock free. With prefluids to coat himself, he slid between Raziel's thighs with a hiss of pleasure.
Raziel's claws found Kain's hair, pushing his rutting Lord closer into his biggest desire. "I wish not beg..." Raziel murmured, his chuckle which followed attempting ease.
"Yes—" his thrusts slowed, as if he'd been in a daze prior to Raziel speaking. Kain's claws sharp - dug into the meat of his thigh. Surely scratches would litter him proceeding their activities.
Pinned between the wall, Raziel's small gasp echoes as he feels Kain's fangs inches from his throat.
"Raziel…" the desperation within Kain's voice makes shudders ripple all down his ruined body… oh how he'd missed his name on that treacherous tongue.
Kain bites his fangs deep. Piercing tender flesh, and Raziel's composure dissipates.
Kain fucks him like a man starved, swallows down his Ichorous blood— Raziel feels the spill of it, vile green dripping down his thin frame, Kain swallows it all in long licks. Each making his hips move faster, wetting him slick with pre.
He and Kain slot together perfectly, the urging between them both only ends as Kain stutters with a dangerous growl, letting his head fall tiredly against Raziel's shoulder. Soon after does Raziel feel the tremors wreck their way through his own frame, and he groans a shaky sigh.
Their activities are— to him, now past feverish needs and wants. Feeling the slight ire return as he feels Kain overwhelmingly close, as well as the uncomfortable stickiness between his thighs.
All at once he's reminded of his unease towards Kain, and shrugs the shoulder his head rests on. How easy it was for him to forget it all, for a moment, to relish in past memories of these comforts.
The vampire moves himself over, and Raziel adjusts his cowl back to something proper. He can hear Kain doing the same to his trousers. Raziel's piqued by a memory of himself, loved; truly, and held close to someone he'd never assume would bring harm. The hands that tore his monstrous evolution from his back, had once stroked down his spine so tenderly.
Raziel's inexistent stomach turns, unease settled through his thoughts at the barrage of emotion. Kain makes no attempt for words, eyes closed as he leans back against the cobbled wall.
Raziel crosses his arms, his gaze wanders towards Kain's silhouette, the angles of each dip in his face, his long hair blowing in the warming winds. It's calm— Raziel notes, a perfect respite. Not even the call of a bird interrupts their silent brooding.
Raziel's voice is relaxed, his exhaustion taking hold, "I do not despise you." He dares not look away as Kain snaps his eyes to his own hollow ones.
"I had said it, repeated the gesture many times. Yet, it was my frustrations and fear which gripped me… And, at its core, always finding you to blame." A small noise escapes him, a thoughtful hum, "So— there you go. As much as my words are worth, Kain, though, I do not assume much."
Kain shakes his head, "then you would be incorrect." There's no bite to it, he simply muses, placating Raziel's edges once more. he speaks nothing of Raziel's somewhat-apology, only continues which the thoughts in his head, "I miss our talks... How it is so easy to crave the mundane after so long."
A huff, Raziel adujsts his cowl once more, if only for something to do with his hands, "Mundane? I struggle to think we have ever been close to such a word." his tone lightens, the implications of a smile within it, unable to be shown on his ruined features. He shudders to think it's the first time he has since the abyss.
Kain has a light smirk on his lips, "Certainly in the sense of speaking, you are far from ordinary…" he's already puffing up to bite back at Kain when he continues, "you are exquisite, Raziel." He chuckles, airy.
Raziel glowers instead, eyes narrowed and brow furrowing, "Oh hush you fiend— how dare you praise me?" The wraith bumps his shoulder into Kain's forearm for emphasis. There is no ire to be found within the gesture. He finds himself wishing he could roll his eyes, "Especially in this sorry state."
Kain leans over, presses a loving kiss to the top of Raziel's head, it is a clear with his gesture of adoration that he does not share the same sentiment.
Raziel gruffs, "I despise you."
Kain merely laughs, "Now, I know you do not."
Raziel can't find the strength to argue, merely leans in, gently this time, to press himself comfortably against Kain's shoulder.