Chapter 1: Early Act 1
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Everything that happened aboard the Nautiloid was shrouded in a confused stupor. Roaring pain had welled behind Kane's eyes. It had hurt so badly that he had considered digging them out of his skull.
There was but one clear path, and one thing in which he had held onto to anchor him amidst the swell of his broken mind. Alfonse.
They had been beside him since waking up together. Sharp and capable. Beautiful, too. They and Kane had traveled together through the fleshy corridors of the ship as silent companions.
The lovely half elf had even hesitated, waiting on Kane to gain his footing when his skull had pounded hard enough to render him sightless upon exiting the pod.
It remembered nothing and no one. All it remembered was its own name and the whispers of an Urge unquenchable: the promise of revenge on whoever, or whatever, had put him here where he did not belong.
Now here they were, having survived the crash of the great ship. Everything felt blurred, clouded - until Kane had stepped up to the corpse that laid below his feet.
A rush of joy flushed through his body, its ruined mind clearing. He hovered over it, the sunshine bright in his dark eyes. A smile washed over him. Why did the death of a person it had never laid eyes upon before bring him such joy? Why did he want to revel in it, use the corpse's blood to paint the sand red? Why did his brain fabricate ways in which he himself could have carved up the wretched thing? What kind of person was he?
Red. Such a pretty color. The sky was too bright, the ocean too blue. They would have been much prettier if they were bathed in the murky hue of the blood beneath his feet.
Its daydream was interrupted by someone shuffling beside him. The half elf. It wanted to bleed them. To paint them red too. Alfonse would have looked much prettier than the corpse on the ground. They were looking at him with wide golden eyes, one of their brows furrowed. Kane did not recognize the expression. He did not recognize many things yet, besides how to kill and how to breathe. But it would learn.
Alfonse was a very interesting person. They moved with purpose. Their patience seemingly knew no bounds. It seemed as though they truly wanted to help. Kane felt drawn to them, finding its eyes tracking them more often than not. He wanted to pull them apart and see what was within, what made them tick. It wanted to taste their blood, their flesh, feel their golden heart within its bare hand.
Their scent alone was enough to drive him mad. Floral yet earthy, a salty undertone of their natural sweat and the leather armor they wore. They were so very pretty, too, with their lovely honey eyes and soft looking auburn curls. They had fire in them. Kane had witnessed it himself, when they fought together and when the half elf talked their way out of situations. They were capable, but also very soft.
Everything they did seemed to be for the benefit of others, even in spite of themself. It was puzzling, yet fascinating.
Kane wanted to rip, to tear his way through everyone who stood in the way, to feel the glee of shedding blood. Did Alfonse not want that? Did they not crave blood as well, or did they simply deny themself such pleasures? Where was their self-preservation?
Kane was realizing that it was different from everyone else. Alfonse especially. Where everyone else in the party baulked at the idea of excessive conflict, he craved it like water. The fear smell that radiated off of his enemies and victims was like its lifeblood. The sight and scent of viscera made his heart race, his body tingle. It set his nerves alight.
(Kane's early outlook/first impressions on all act 1 companions, excluding Gale who did not survive his first encounter with it)
The camp now had seven occupants, with Karlach being their newest recruit. Kane didn't bother adding Withers to that count as he was always mulling around on the outskirts, the running river carrying away his crypt scent.
Alfonse was the most lovely of them all. The rest of them could burn for all Kane cared, as long as the sweet half elf still stood before him.
Shadowheart was the first person Kane remembered travelling with besides Alfonse. Lae'zel was apparently on the Nautiloid, but Kane's memories of being aboard the flesh ship were hazy. Shadowheart was there on the beach, the first person it and Alfonse had met up with and travelled beside upon escaping the Nautiloid. She was a reserved person, not given to talking much about herself. Kane didn't appreciate her evasiveness - it wanted to know why she clutched her little artifact so closely, and why she refused to give details about herself. Not to mention the little wound she favored on her hand. Was the cleric hiding something from it? Kane wanted to squeeze it out of her, torture or scare her into giving answers, but it refrained. They needed a healer on this journey, even if it was one that played coy, was prone to giving annoying quips complete with head bobbing, and got into several petty squabbles with the rest of their team - especially Lae'zel. Alfonse seemed keen to skirt around the other half elf and relent to her evasive nature whilst being sure her needs were met and her doubts reassured. They were kind, compassionate - patient, even if Shadowheart did not yield them any answers. It was baffling.
Astarion was the second person they met along the beach. A high elf with stunning red eyes. If Kane looked at him long enough, it could feel itself being lured by the man. Charming magic. Not a very strong aura, but there nonetheless - Kane detected it the second night, whilst watching Alfonse talk to the pale haired elf. He was very flirtatious. Kane could not lie and say it was not attracted to him, but it was also highly suspicious of him. He lacked a heartbeat, and had fangs that rivalled Kane's own. It hadn't gotten close enough to smell Astarion past whatever perfumes he used to mask his musk, but it had an inkling that Astarion was not just an elf. Undead of some sort - a part of it was reminded of the sanguine type. Vampires did not usually walk in the sun, however. But none of their merry band were normal cases. And the way Astarion looked at Alfonse... like a predator to prey. His intentions with them were not innocent. Alfonse seemed wary of the red eyed high elf too, to their credit. Kane would keep a close eye on Astarion. If he were to step out of line, it would greatly enjoy killing the pretty man, even if it would be a waste of Astarion's talents. Staining that lovely pale skin and those pretty white curls in red would make up for any loss, however...
Lae'zel was interesting. Her thirst for blood almost rivalled Kane's own. The gith was bold in her statements, almost always throwing around insults that didn't go deeper than surface level. It didn't bother Kane much, he found. She liked being asked questions about her culture, and was always eager for battle. It didn't have a strong opinion on her one way or another. However, she did snap at Alfonse rather often, and while Kane didn't much care when her ire was leveled at itself, it didn't appreciate her spitting venom at the half elf. She had one chance to step too far out of line, and valuable ally or no, it would cut her down.
Wyll was... well. Kane didn't quite understand or know what to make of him. He seemed on the surface to be all rigid morality, a "monster hunter" (the title burned on Kane's tongues), "hero of the people", but not quite. Despite all of his moral prattle and heroic stories, it seemed the human had lusted for the blood of the supposed innocent Karlach almost as sordidly as Kane itself did. Granted, it could be argued that Wyll was deceived - but by a devil, no less? What misplaced trust. Kane didn't have much experience with devils besides Raphael (that he could remember, anyway), but Mizora seemed just as arrogant and degrading as Raphael did. In the end, though, Wyll defied his patron for the tiefling he didn't even know, and suffered punishment for it. Madness. Why deny himself the blood of the person he'd chased around for so long? What was there to gain in that bargain? Alfonse seemed to admire the human, but it was in their nature to be drawn to do-gooders akin to themself. However, if Wyll was where their attention lingered, what chance did Kane have in growing close to them? Was its blackened heart too tainted to ever touch theirs?
Karlach. How she blazed with the fire of the Hells. Kane wanted so badly to send her back there - every part of his being wanted to slaughter her as soon as it laid its eyes upon her. Such strength she blazed with. Fighting the large tiefling blow for blow would be a glorious challenge - and felling her would be even more satisfying still. And watching her, it noticed how soft she was, how vulnerable. How badly she wanted to be close to others. A woman with a fire-powered engine for a heart, and yet she was friendly enough to make Kane's teeth ache. Alfonse adored her, as was their way - they seemed closer to her than they were to anyone else within the camp. A bitter sense of envy burned within itself. Kane would never be good, friendly, or social - these things that Alfonse seemed to be most drawn to. That was not something it thought it was capable of. Even looking at Karlach burned Kane's eyes - so most of the time, he didn't. Oftentimes he fantasized about slitting her open and tinkering with the infernal machine within her chest, the cogs and metal bolts infused in blazing flesh. He fiercely longed keep the machine she had replacing her heart, and her bones, as dashing souvenirs. If it weren't for fear of direly upsetting Alfonse, it would have its wish. Still, there was time...
"Who amongst us would you take a bite out of, figuratively speaking?"
"Alfonse," Kane answered the vampire's question without hesitation. Just the thought of tasting Alfonse, of sinking his teeth into their flesh... it set his body alight. Its eyes lingered where the pretty half elf sat across the camp, seemingly tuning strings on the lute that Kane had gifted them. Their scent was carried by the light breeze, lavender and cloves mixed with the salt of sweat washing over him. He took a deep breath, savoring it.
"I think you may be drooling, my dear." Astarion's voice interrupted Kane's musing. "Do try to remember I said bite, not eat."
Oh, to eat them... "You've bitten them before." Kane's hands twitched. "What do they taste like?"
Alfonse's honey gold eyes flicked over to where the two stood, their auburn curls spilling into the face. Kane longed to brush their hair back behind those lovely ears and press his lips to theirs, enveloping their body with its own, kissing them until both their mouths started to get raw with exertion. Then he wanted to take them, right there outside their tent, where everyone could see his desire for them. Bite into their neck, make its mark, taste the salt on their skin, licking away every bead of sweat...
"They're the first thinking creature I've ever bitten," Astarion's voice sounded distant to Kane's ears. It was still focused on the images of passionate lovemaking that its mind conjured upon gazing at the half elf. "Their blood is... hm. It tastes exquisite, delicately spiced - definitely a treat to be savored."
Oh. How could it ever resist? It wanted to sink its fangs into their skin and lick away every drop of blood that beaded, suck it from several sites on their pretty body. Kane was no vampire, but blood... oh, how he loved blood. It breathed deeply again, their scent flooding his senses, its skin prickling with want as arousal lingered in its midsection.
"Are you sniffing the air again? Gods, Kane, honestly - you look rabid. Couldn't you even attempt to subtle or perhaps less animalistic?"
Every fiber in Kane's being was geared to pounce on the half elf, to claim them, to devour them.
"Their scent calls to me. I want to taste every inch of their flesh. I want to lick away every drop of sweat on their body," it breathed.
"I suddenly quite regret this conversation," Astarion's discontented tone rang out.
Kane sat on the log near the blazing campfire, Alfonse's body pressed against his side and their fingers intertwined. Their heartbeat and their scent flooded Kane's senses - so very lovely, gifts to be treasured. Part of him longed to pull the heart from the pretty half elf's chest and soak them as well as himself in their blood, but the warmth of the fire and the gentle caress of the callused pads of their fingers across his knuckles calmed its stirring mind.
Kane didn't remember ever being this close with someone else. Well - it didn't remember anything, really. Not from before waking up aboard the Nautiloid.
What it did know, was that it didn't desire the type of closeness it had with Alfonse from anyone else. They were special, different from the others. They seemed to enjoy its company, and they were patient with it. They enjoyed being affectionate with him. Not to mention how lovely they were. The high elf felt incredibly lucky to be within their good graces.
Kane could have stayed there by the fire with them forever, as long as they would have had him. It felt special. Alfonse was the sun that had chosen to shine upon him, and there he would remain to bask within their warmth.
Kane usually bathed with Alfonse. The half elf was very gentle, and they didn't seem to mind rinsing away the blood that often dried in the high elf's hair. Their fingers always felt so nice on its scalp.
Their scent drove it crazy. Every moment with them so close... seeing such an expanse of their lovely skin bared, the curvature of their spine exposed just above the water. He wanted to eat them alive, but kept his bearings as much as possible.
Kane could feel their eyes on him, watching his body. It could smell their interest... but it was waiting for them to make it known.
Alfonse's lightly callused fingertips caressed Kane's arm, and its hair stood on end as warmth flushed over its skin. The way they touched it, even as chaste as the contact was... It made him want to feel their hands all over his body. Arousal warmed his midsection, his cock stirring under the water.
The idea of the half elf noticing its state sent a rush of desire through it. After all, they had to have noticed previous nights where it ascended from the water with an erection. It didn't make that much of an effort to hide it from them, but it also didn't draw attention to itself either.
Kane didn't want to scare Alfonse away, even if he did notice their interest. They seemed keen on keeping their contact platonic, at least for now.
But oh, it was both a tease and an honor to have a chance to be this intimate with them.
Alfonse stirred the water beneath them as they coated a rag they held in their hands in the soap that Kane usually used. It smelled of eucalyptus, and the scent was comforting to the high elf's nose as he drew in a breath. They drew it over the skin of his shoulder and its heart gave a start as he let out the breath he'd been holding, the cooling effect the herbal soap had on its skin sinking in slowly.
There in the water, such trust Alfonse was showing, vulnerable and weaponless as they gently scrubbed at Kane's oversensitive skin... The things it could do. Its hands twitched, claws digging into its palms. Killing them would be so easy. There at the river, no one else around, their heartbeat a steady, luring rhythm within their pretty chest, drawing him in like a moth to flame. The way the half elf would stare at him with fear and pain in those big lovely eyes as it gripped and then tore into them, the soft flesh beneath his claws opening to reveal his grand prize. How red were their insides? The gashes they sported after fights were a tease, every marking so beautiful upon their skin. He wanted to rip them wide open with his own hands and shove his tongues into the holes he made with his claws. Oh, their blood. To finally taste it. Thrills ran through him, his skin feeling electrically charged.
"Kane?"
Their voice jolted him out of his twisted fantasy. His hands were on their shoulders, claws threatening to dig in. Kane didn't remember putting them there. Alfonse's golden eyes were widened with confusion as they stared up at it, fear in their depths.
Kane withdrew his hands quickly, almost stumbling back with the force of moving so fast. The headache hit him like a brick wall, its skull threatening to cave in with the weight of it. It gripped its head, a groan of pain tearing from its chest as pain flashed through its body. How everything hurt.
What had he almost done?
Tonight was a night of many restless nights for Kane. Within his tent now, he was in the act of polishing his axe, having been detailing the grooves in which enemies' blood had encrusted. The person on watch was part of what had it so restless. So close, yet so far. How he longed for them.
It paused, the melody of Alfonse's heartbeat calling strongly to it on the wind. Their scent came with it, salt mixed with lavender and cloves. A gift.
Beat. Beat. Breath. Pause. Breath. Beat. Beat. Another breath.
Kane could hear Alfonse shuffling through their bag. They were always doing something with their hands. And what lovely hands they possessed, too. The burns just over the knuckles, the well-taken care of fingernails on the tips of slender fingers...
But there was something else. Someone else's heart, hammering. Too loud, too close. Fear scent filled the air, sharp and cloying, interrupting the sweetness of Alfonse. Footsteps that did not belong, the smell of metal that was not held by familiar hands. Intruder.
Kill.
Kane's body moved just as fast as its mind - outside the tent, toward the stump in which Alfonse sat upon. Kill. Kill.
A shadow with glowing eyes crept behind Alfonse, a sword raised above the precious curls that sat upon their head.
Kane leapt for the intruder, their scream a melody in his ears as his claws tore through cloth, through padding, into skin and flesh. Blood drenched Kane's body, soaking through his clothes to find his tingling flesh, and it felt like the warm embrace of an old friend. Or better still, an overeager lover. So warm. So sticky.
It tore and tore, the feeling of gore beneath its nails familiar and comforting. It's own blood rushed through its body, warmth radiating from its chest. Joy flushed through him as his mind cleared, its headache abating, his skin tingling with the effects of a thirst for slaughter now quenched. The unbelonging heartbeat had ceased, and a pale face stared back at him through unseeing eyes, glassy. It pulled back to admire its work, blood dripping from his fingers. It had left the wretched thing a lovely, mangled mess of shredded flesh.
Kane licked the sticky blood from his fingers, savoring its taste. Fear spiced it well. Foolish little assassin, stumbling into the wrong camp. He would enjoy making a meal of them.
But it had forgotten that it had an audience.
Kane looked over at Alfonse and seen them staring with widened gold eyes. Warmth flushed through him in more ways than one, his own blood greatly stirred by both slaughter and desire for the one before him. What would they look like, if he tore into them, opened up their lovely golden brown skin to reveal the blood-rich gore inside? What would they taste like? It licked the blood from its claws, tongues curling around his fingers as he savored it, but the taste wasn't Alfonse's. It would have to do.
thump - thump - thump - thump
Alfonse hadn't said a word. Their heartbeat was guttering now, and a light fear scent emanated from them, much more pleasant than that of the intruder's, but there was something else underlining it. Sweet and calling to him, igniting him even stronger than the scent of blood.
Arousal?
"Are you... okay?" the pretty half elf asked. Their voice was so lovely. He wanted to hear them scream.
"You should go rest, lovely. I'll take over for the night," his voice came out in a raspy purr, "You'll be safe as long as I am here."
What a sight it was to see them gawk at him with flushed cheeks and then hurry back to their tent.
Chapter 2: Act 1: Blood, Blood
Summary:
Kane's Urge often leads him to make several dubious decisions - and it realizes that maybe it's time to try and offer whatever explanation its confused brain can conjure up to the only person whose views have begun to matter to it.
Lots of blood and violence in this one, with heavy conversations near the end.
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Kane's consciousness came to with a lurch. But he was not laid back in his tent, not relaxing his battered mind within the confines of his bedroll - he was upright. The smell of fresh blood was strong in his nose, his fingers warm and wet at his sides. It blinked away its confusion and looked down to find a disemboweled corpse at its feet. The sudden sight was so jarring that its body jolted back, a wave of dizziness and confusion pulsing through him. His skin tingled and his heart pounded in his own chest as the unmistakable thrills of sated bloodlust flooded through him.
What was this?
The tiefling's eyes were gouged out, her jaw ripped open. Her abdomen was lacerated, gashed to gaping, her bloodied organs spilling out onto the ground. Kane's scarred wrists ached as he looked down at his hands, the dead woman's gore still tucked under the curves of his claws, her blood still wet and dripping down his wrists. Oh.
What a lovely kill.
But why couldn't Kane remember doing it?
It wracked its mind for any sort of recollection of the foul misdeed committed before him, his head pulsing. Tucked into the bloodied corridors of its mind, he finally found a leftover image: the sight of her glowing orange eyes widened as a scream of pain tore from her lips, blood spraying. Kane shuddered, its lips curving into a smile as sweat slickened his skin. If only it had been awake to lavish lash upon lash upon her fearful carcass. It ran its tongues over the leftover blood coating its fingers, eyes drifting closed as it sighed at the iron taste of it.
There was a blood circle around the woman - a ritual circle, by the looks of it. But Kane did not recognize it, nor did the swell of his broken mind offer answers as to what deity he could have possibly been worshipping or why. It had not much time before daylight to do anything about the situation before it, as much as he would have enjoyed taking his time dismembering and consuming her.
He closed his eyes and breathed, willing his dark thoughts away. It needed to be more pragmatic about this. There would be time for indulgences later. Its head pounded as it walked over to a bucket of water and rinsed away what was left of the now drying blood, but even as it flaked off he did not see the dark red stain of it leaving.
Kane blinked his eyes, and found his pale skin to be scrubbed clean, the black gradient on his fingers stark against his fair pallor. His obsidian claws glinted in the moonlight, now left bereft of gore. A part of it had never wanted the blood to wash off, and its chest ached with a longing so fierce that it bordered on painful.
In its confusion and depraved musings, it had not even considered who it was that he had killed.
Alfira. Her name was Alfira. The tiefling bard who had taught Alfonse to play the lute in the grove, the high elf's mind suddenly supplied through the blood fog clouding it.
The woman had come to the camp earlier that night, seeking refuge amongst the "great heroes" in which resided there. The scent of her fear, and the fear of the others from that grove full of sweet, naive victims awaiting slaughter that she had come from had permeated from her. The smell had called out to Kane's senses the entire night. Perhaps that was what had lured him into brutalizing her even as his mind was deep in meditation.
But the fact that it did not remember, and the fact that killing someone in his sleep was so easy, almost discomforted him. Though its blood called to end everyone around him, and it usually obliged in several of its indulgences, it did not wish to kill without its consciousness present. It wanted to be lucid in its decisions. It especially did not want to accidentally kill the pretty half elf with the suns for eyes... sweet, sweet Alfonse.
Kane could not be honest about this death despite the pleasure he had gotten from his murderous tendencies being known in the past. No, this one was too risky. It did not need the ire of its companions leveled at it for killing someone within their camp. It did not know yet how to explain to them in detail, especially Alfonse, the Dark Urge within him that wanted to suffocate all breathing things, to end them all. The way his muscles sometimes moved without his permission, the way his body could forego his own will. It was not always in control.
Kane went back into his tent. His time had run out, the sun beginning to rise. It had sensed its companions starting to stir from their slumber. No time to hide the body. It could lie its way out all the same, using the deception skills it had watched Alfonse use.
It settled into its bedroll until it heard the familiar sounds of the others gathering outside. Kane's heart thumped in his chest. They were witnessing its bloody creation.
The smell of everyone in camp gathering outside together mixed with the scent of blood, of gore. An undercurrent of fear began to radiate, and Kane heard a shout.
Now was the time to play along.
It exited its tent, one of its hairless brows raised in question. The inquisition was gathered about the corpse, her blood glistening in the sun. Kane's mouth watered. Such a shame that it could not eat her.
Its eyes flicked over the body, pretending to examine her with curiosity rather than hunger. He tried his best to push away the dark thoughts flitting through his mind. Such a lovely kill... A hum rose in his chest.
"Kane? Did you hear what I asked you?" Shadowheart's voice snapped it out of its revelry, "The killer knifed her several times after she died. Was it you?"
Knifed. What a pathetic assumption. It had undoubtedly used its claws to rip the bloodsack open. Kane stilled itself and tilted its head at the Sharran.
"I saw nothing," he told her, furrowing his smooth brows in his best attempt to look honest, showing her his clean, albeit shaky palms. It could almost still feel blood coating its skin. "I was in my tent the entire night. This one wasn't my doing."
"Well. You never know what could be stalking around at night," Astarion said, waving his hand with a smile. Kane made eye contact with the vampire, finding red eyes glinting with what he could now recognize as amusement. It couldn't help but smile back.
Kane then scanned his eyes over the rest of the crowd until it found a head of auburn curls. Alfonse's eyes were glued to the corpse on the ground, and they looked stricken.
Shadowheart's voice was barely audible to its ears. "Well. We'll just have to be more careful, I suppose."
It smiled. "I can take watch tonight, if that will help you feel more secure."
How satisfying, Kane thought to itself as the inquisition departed. It was so easy to lie in their faces and get away with it. One person hadn't moved from where they stood, still staring down at the corpse. Alfonse's golden eyes were blown wide, their fists clenched at their sides.
Something stirred in Kane's chest. It did not enjoy seeing them look so downcast, regardless of its dark desires and bloodied whispers.
Why did the death of someone who barely interacted with Alfonse or could have possibly mattered much to them strike them so deeply?
The pretty half elf amazed him more and more every day.
The goblin camp was quite turbulent. Kane couldn't resist the allure of having his own flesh burned and branded; the smell of it was enticing, overpowering the goblin stench that permeated this place, the searing heat seeping down into his bones. It didn't matter that this was a "brand of the Absolute" - this "Absolute" had no bearing on Kane. It was being protected by something stronger. But the pain - oh, the pain.
The high elf could smell blood - so much of it. When it followed the scent to the side of the ruin, it found a man knelt within the blood as if meditating. He had welts across his back, pretty bruises and weeping cuts mottling his lightly tanned skin. His scent was intoxicating, heavy with blood and the salt of sweat. It made Kane's mouth water.
It approached the man, curiosity burning hot. It needed to know what this human was doing, kneeling in a pool of his own blood. It wanted to taste him, above all else. To eat him alive. Already beaten and tender, blood and sweat marinating his skin. What a treat just waiting to be devoured. Its fingers twitched at its sides.
The human explained to Kane that he was a worshipper of Loviatar - a deity that it did not recognize, but was the goddess of pain. The man was beating himself in penance for her. His blood-scent was intoxicating, mixed in with unmistakable arousal. To have found another sadomasochist ignited Kane's veins. The way he talked, too. Like an overeager lover, dressed in his revealing gear that displayed all the tender bruising and exquisite gashes across his skin. Its mouth watered. It longed to fuck him ragged, to eat him, but it kept its composure, its hands twitching at its sides.
The priest offered his "services" to the high elf, and it could barely contain its eagerness as it turned to face the bloodied wall. His tongues flicked out to taste the red upon the stone, a hum resounding in his chest.
Kane could hear the priest shuffling around behind it to find the tool he would use to inflict pain upon it. It wondered if Alfonse was watching... Would they enjoy this display? Warmth pooled in his midsection.
The first strike landed right between Kane's shoulder blades, the iron mace seemingly hitting straight through the fur armor he wore. Heat ripped through him at the feeling of it, spreading through his body as an involuntary grunt left its lips. It felt good. But he needed more.
"The pain you suffer will cleanse you! Do not fight it!" the priest behind him shouted gleefully.
"Harder," Kane hissed, his voice rasping as his breaths came out in short pants, "A child can hit harder than that."
"You want more? As you wish, dear one!" The priest's tone had taken on such an edge. He was enjoying this just as much as Kane was.
Another hit, with enough glorious force to send Kane reeling forward into the stone. It caught itself with both hands braced against it, the blood on the surface slickening his leather clad palms. A groan ripped from his lips, pleasure-pain resounding through his body.
"That's it! Feel Loviatar's love!" the human sung behind him, the passion in his voice stoking the fire in Kane's midsection.
"Hit me as hard as you can, or I'll return the favor," it growled as it undid the top part of its armor, pulling it aside to expose his back to the man. It craved to feel the strikes upon bare flesh. Its skin was ignited with goosebumps. Some of the party behind him exclaimed a few things, but Kane did not hear them over the hot throb of its own heartbeat in his ears and the intoxicating scent of blood and arousal in the air. It hoped Alfonse was watching. Its cock pulsed under its armor. It felt so good to be openly displayed before them in its debauchery.
"Oh, look at you," the priest behind him purred, "So eager as you bare yourself to me. Such a sweet, penitent child."
Kane simply growled in response, his fingers twitching impatiently at his sides as heat pulsed through him at the praise. "Get on with it, priest," he rasped.
The human's mace slammed straight into Kane's spine and the noise he let out was guttural. Agony and pleasure swept over him in tides as he gripped the wall before him, feeling blood trickle down its back.
He could have taken so much more of it, hugged the wall for the rest of the day, but they had work to do. The blessing of the pain maiden would be put to good use.
(cw: torture)
Alfonse and Kane were supposed to eradicate the leaders of the goblin camp in order to exalt the grove so that the tieflings there could safely leave.
Kane liked the grove. There were so many easy victims... so much of that delicious fear scent in the air. How his rearing blood longed to end every one of them. The way the goblins talked about skewering them also enticed him, but it tried to keep a handle on its Urge. They were supposed to help these people, even if they were such easy prey.
Its palm stung faintly from the heated brand it recieved, pleasure washing through him from the lashing it had recently undergone from the priest of Loviatar. Pain... sweet pain. Kane loved having it inflicted on himself. But perhaps even more, it enjoyed inflicting pain upon others.
But there was such fear radiating from next door. The whimpers of someone from Aradin's crew being tortured, as the priest had told it, and as a goblin outside had informed before him. "Like poking holes in people, do you?" the creature had asked it after it had shown interest.
Kane's lips curled into a smile as he rounded the corner to see the racked human. Such a breakable body...
It was like a gift left out just for him.
As they approached, the goblin in charge spouted something to Kane but the high elf barely heard him over the luring song playing in its ears. The fearful human's heartbeat raced and stuttered at unpredictable intervals. To rip into him slowly, pulling back meat, cracking bone...
To pull his heart out whilst it still raced, squeezing the fresh blood into its open mouth. His fingers twitched at his sides, his mouth watering.
"Tell him you'll take over. His work is sloppy. He'll kill the prisoner too quickly," Shadowheart scoffed behind him, pulling him from his thoughts. A grin crept up on Kane's face. He had begun to like the Sharran for a reason.
"I'm a professional. Let me show you how a master does it." The words fell from Kane's lips without a second thought.
"Bloodthirsty, ain't cha? Ha! Go ahead. Make 'im scream."
"No! Please," the human pleaded. Heat flushed through Kane, tingles prickling his skin. Oh, this was going to be fun.
Face the prisoner. Big, scared eyes darted around Kane's figure. It offered him a grin, lips pulled back to reveal its sharp teeth. The human shuddered.
Consider the implements provided. Its eyes shot straight to the hot pokers that stuck out from the brazier beside the rack. He approached the and removed one with a hum of approval. The molten metal glowed at its tip. Perfect.
"Kane," a familiar voice wavered from behind him. Alfonse. "Don't."
Such a sweet thing they were. Kane's muscles twitched as he stroked the poker ever so gently over the human's inner thigh, burning through leather trousers and onto skin. He breathed in the scent of charred flesh with a sigh. The man screamed, and it was like music to its ears.
"Please, Kane! That's enough," Alfonse pleaded behind him. The pale skin in which the human wore turned golden brown in Kane's eyes; no longer was he just some poor bastard caught in the wrong place at the wrong time, but now replaced by the pretty half elf in which Kane had its affections set upon.
Kane gave Alfonse's thigh another lover's caress with the heat of the poker after freshly dipping it into the fire to turn it molten once more. It watched their flesh pop and sizzle with a hum. More lovely burn scars to add to the already existing collection of them upon their beautiful skin, these even better as they were administered by its own hands.They writhed and screamed under his ministrations. Pleasure surged through him. They were art.
This moment was perfect. Kane never wished it to end.
"Stop! Please... oh please, stop this!" The human's shrill cries broke Kane's fantasy. He blinked, and the object of his violence was once again just some wretched fool.
Why did this scene feel familiar? A song and dance that had been carried out several times in the high elf's no doubt cruel, forgotten past. Tingles spread through its body.
Kane's eyes locked on a club nearby the brazier. He lifted it and smiled as he tested the heavy thunk of it against his freshly burned palm. The pain sent pleasant little jolts up his twitching arm. Perfect.
"Kane," Alfonse's pretty voice was rising, getting more insistent. Their fear scent wafted over him, perfuming over the smell of burnt flesh, blood, and the tang of the prisoner's freshly released urine. Its heart fluttered. How sweet.
The high elf continued forward, swinging the bat at the prisoner's knee with the ease of the practiced weapons master that he was. The joint cracked loudly, echoing through the ruin, the prisoner's scream guttural. Blood spurted onto the furs that Kane wore, and he could feel it soak through to skin, warm and welcome.
Kane readied another strike with a hum before the prisoner stuttered out in agony, "PLEASE! We... to the east..."
Oh. It had forgotten that the central point of this interrogation was to get a confession out of the human. Kane already knew where the grove was, but smiled anyway. He could play along.
It seemed that he would get his wish of dying the pretty green foliage of the Emerald Grove blood red after all.
Minthara. She was intense, with eyes that glowed almost as brightly as Kane's own. Her bloodlust was invigorating, adding fuel to the high elf's own thirst for slaughter.
She was a bit crazy about the Absolutist cult, but they could use that to their advantage. Couldn't they? Failing that, they could always just cut her down.
Kane was so excited.
"Kane, are we really doing this?" Alfonse asked as they approached him at camp that night. Kane was caught by the half elf's pretty golden eyes and the way that their ears pressed back into their auburn curls, moonlight glinting on the silver rings that pierced them. "I don't think it's a good idea..."
It hummed, its heart soaring as blood-soaked fantasies bloomed in its damaged brain. "Minthara seems like a useful ally to have, does she not? We can infiltrate the cult through her."
Alfonse hesitated, staring up at the high elf. Kane briefly wondered what they saw in his eyes. It smiled at them, his fangs peeking out from beneath his top lip.
"But... the refugees - everyone else in the grove. We're really going to be killing them just for her?"
"Oh, not for her. They will be dying for me." Piles of corpses. Mountains of corpses.
They stared back at him. Such a pretty face. Kane had half a mind to reach out to stroke over it, to trace the scar across their cheek with a clawed finger. Then he would dig the claw in, rip that lovely scar right open to see what was underneath...
His fingers twitched sporadically at his sides, the spasms climbing their way up into his arms.
The shock and fear in Zevlor's flaming eyes would forever live in Kane's stunted memory. A beautiful image, watching such a man stare in horror at it as it proclaimed his death, secured the tiefling refugees' lives into its hands and slammed its sword down upon him.
He had put up a fight nonetheless, which was even more invigorating. It was glorious and tragic. Kane's heart hurt to have to abandon the corpse; he would have liked to cut Zevlor to pieces, to savor him, but the only taste of the old paladin that the high elf had gotten to indulge in was a measly blood spray that had spurted over its lips.
The other tieflings were like lambs to slaughter. They fell easily by the dozens. Kane couldn't help its gleeful shouts - the carnage! The heavy scent of blood and fear in the air was intoxicating. Thrills ran through its body, his head never feeling lighter. Its muscles moved fluidly, flexing of their own accord; there was no pain. Only pleasant tingles. Only bliss.
Kane cast shields over sweet Alfonse as they did their own work within the fray, efficient as always. They were perfect, covered in blood. His heart soared at the sight of them cutting into innocents. Perhaps they were starting to see the light of it after all.
The druids were a little more challenging, but watching Kahga fall - oh! She had been so disrespectful to Alfonse. Running her through, showing her just how weak and pathetic she was for cowering in her little grove and casting measly spells to keep the scary outsiders out was so satisfying. The Rite of Thorns couldn't keep Kane out. Nothing could. Nothing could stop him.
There was an after party. Minthara and a few of her goblins joined the gathering, dragging corpses along with them. The scent of blood and death had, thankfully, mostly drowned out the goblin stench. Kane took in a deep breath and felt tingles wash over him. The carnage...
Minthara was insistent on pursuing Kane. If he hadn't liked her, he may have cut her down for the aggressive way in which she took its rejection, but it was a fairly minor annoyance in the wake of his soaring mood. The high elf had no affinity for women, and the object of his desire lingering on the outskirts of camp, upon the riverbank.
Wyll and Karlach had departed from camp. The human had left before the others arrived back from the raid, but before the flaming tiefling had gone, her and Alfonse had a rather animated conversation. Kane hadn't caught the whole thing, as its head was still clouded with bliss from slaughter and it was still occupied with chasing away Minthara's uncouth advances, but it knew that Karlach had tried to convince Alfonse to leave with her. But they had stayed.
Alfonse had stayed.
Kane followed their scent to the shore. Their back was turned toward it, moonlight spilling over their form. The half elf had changed out of their bloodied armor and into their usual camp attire, all traces of crimson wiped away. Kane could still smell the blood, however, mixed in with the salt of their sweat and slight lingering scent of the soap they'd used the night before...
They turned their head, one of their ears flicking toward Kane as their golden eyes took him in. Their face then tightened into a grimace before they turned back to face the water.
It didn't know why, but Kane's chest had tightened at the look they had given him. They were upset at it. Now that the high elf's head was beginning to clear, it could start to discern why - they seemed to care about the refugees, about Karlach and Wyll. The way they had seemed to care about Alfira, and about the other countless victims of Kane's cruelty that they had witnessed along the way.
It didn't understand why Alfonse cared, but it seemed that neither did they understand why Kane was the way that he was. The high elf mostly disregarded the opinions of everyone else, but... Alfonse was special, and seeing them upset had tugged at his heartstrings on more than one occasion. It wanted to make things right, perhaps offer an explanation.
After all, they had stayed.
Kane watched as Alfonse shifted, the slope of their shoulders high and no doubt tense. It longed to reach out and knead the muscle but stayed its hand.
The high elf took in a deep breath and approached them. It stood beside them, their bodies a few inches from each other. Their scent filled his lungs, sent a blanket of comforting warmth over him. His sunshine.
"Alfonse," it said softly after gazing at the half elf's lovely side profile for a few minutes. They didn't turn to look at him. "I have a confession."
Their golden eyes flicked to him, eyebrows raised in silent question.
"I killed Alfira."
Those lovely eyes widened. Kane was almost tempted to leave it there, to forever capture the perfect moment of their shock at his terrible deeds. The depraved creature inside that liked being despicable, that enjoyed their horror, stirred at the idea.
But it wanted to give them honesty. It wanted to make things right.
"I did it in my sleep. Do you recall how I have briefly mentioned my violent desires? They are more than that." It took a breath. Expressing itself through words was still quite difficult, but it wanted to try for them.
"What... do you mean?" Alfonse's expression had softened from shock to edged with what Kane had begun to recognize as concern, from the times where they had looked at him when he was plagued with his headaches and dizzy spells.
"I have been confused for a long time. I still am, in truth. But these Dark Urges of mine - they have the power to manifest themselves. My muscles sometimes move of their own accord, my mouth set loose. They can happen without my knowing, without my permission. Sometimes I am lucid when I lose to these compulsions, and other times it is a complete blackout on my conscious."
"So you're saying that... you aren't always in control of yourself?" they asked, their golden eyes fixed upon his face. Kane wondered - as he often did - what they were seeing when they looked at it that way.
"Not always, no. There have been times where I have done things without realizing it, only to come to afterward. You've witnessed my confusion before. When we first entered the grove, I kicked a squirrel. I didn't make an active choice to do it; it just happened. The hand in the sigil stone. The thought crossed the threshold, and my body moved without my permission."
"Oh... oh. That makes sense," Alfonse said, their brows drawn together. "So, Alfira... was an accident, too?"
"Yes." The pressure in Kane's chest had started to loosen. "I did not intend to kill her. However, I do not mourn her, and her death was... beautiful, in truth."
Flashes of her mangled corpse, the taste of her blood, bloomed in its mind. Its fingers twitched. To recreate such a scene on purpose with the gorgeous half elf beside it as its muse, for it to be their blood he spilled, their lovely body he tore to shreds, pulled the innards out of...
"Kane?"
Kane took a deep breath and looked to the flowing river, the world's finer edges growing fuzzy. It closed its eyes, and the bloodied visions were gone, leaving behind a dull ache in his skull.
"Her death... was not premeditated," he finished. "I did not tell the others because I did not know how to without alarming them. But you..."
The high elf opened its dark eyes to look at the person beside it. "You are different."
Kane turned its opened hand to linger by Alfonse's side. A silent invitation.
The half elf hesitated. Then their callused fingertips brushed his own. Its blackened heart gave a little start.
"I can show you. I want you to understand," the high elf said softly.
Alfonse looked a little unsure, but then they nodded.
Kane sat on the ground. The half elf sat beside it, their hand still lightly touching his. He drew his thumb over their knuckles tentatively.
It found the memory of that night and focused on pushing it to the forefront of its mind, drowning out all else... and reached out with the parasitic connection. Kane's mind merged with Alfonse's. His damaged skull radiated with searing pain as he closed his eyes tight.
At the same time, it could feel Alfonse's emotions - their shock, their horror, and then... something else that Kane could not discern.
Their minds pulled away from one another at the end of the memory, and Kane let out a breath it didn't realize it had been holding. Their fingers were still linked with eachother.
"How often does this happen to you?" they asked, their golden eyes widened, but the look in them having softened. Their fingertips lightly brushed over Kane's open palm. The contact sent small tingles up his arm.
"Lingering thoughts are almost constant. The compulsions come and go. Sometimes, I can resist them. Other times... it is visceral." Kane pressed his fingers to one of his temples, its pounding headache slowly reducing itself to a familiar, dull throb.
"You must fight yourself often," they said softly, their eyes lingering on its hands, "Does it hurt?"
It nodded.
Alfonse shifted themself a little, what looked like uneasiness passing over their face. "And... the grove. Was that... another compulsion?"
Honesty. Its vile blood stirred at thoughts of the freshly carried out slaughter. "No. I made a conscious choice to raid it. I was myself the entire time."
They stared up at it, their fingers stilling against its palm. A perfect little deer, frozen in the prime position for slaughter. His hand twitched beneath theirs, longing fiercely to tear into them.
No. There was that wretched headache again as the high elf fiercely shoved the thoughts away. It didn't want to hurt them. Not them.
"But... why?" they asked him, their voice unsteady.
Kane took in a shaky breath as it tried to gather coherent thoughts within its ruined brain. The Urge gnawed at him to relish his kills, screamed at it to tell the person before it the grotesque details in which it drew great pleasure from slaughter.
"There is a rush. You felt it in the memory. I cannot help but chase that rush. It feels... good, to sate my bloodlust. Keeping it inside is agonizing. Feeding this Urge elsewhere keeps the camp safe." Keeps you safe. I want to eat you. Rip you open and eat you alive.
Alfonse's pulse raced, an ever luring echo in its ear.
"I can hear your heartbeat. I can hear everyone's heartbeats, all the time. I can smell the blood in your veins. Something within me wants to tear everything that is alive apart. But I do not want to hurt you. I don't..." How his head had begun to hurt so much, the temporary pain relief from the high of killing having long since worn off during this conversation. Its scarred wrists had also begun to ache fiercely from all the sword-slamming it had done throughout the day.
"I hear you," the half elf said softly as their fingers squeezed Kane's, their golden gaze softened once more, "It sounds hard, having suffered with this alone for so long... I want to help you. We can figure out what's happened to you together, and try to find a way to soothe your pain."
The high elf's heart fluttered in its chest. It didn't know what to say. The feeling was warm, and it filled his senses, quieted his stirring mind.
They sat together in silence for quite a while, the half elf curling into its side regardless of the remnants of blood that had long since dried on its skin. Alfonse held onto him despite the filth, despite the darkness that flowed through its veins. His sunshine.
It wondered about the "Butler" that had come to see it the night after, and the boon that he had given it. But it had never seen that figure again, despite his crypticism and all the praise he had lavished upon it for its debauchery... Kane still had the mantle the creature had given it, and it was quite useful. A piece of its past, perhaps. But it would be better to tell Alfonse about that when he had more concrete answers and more willpower to talk. For now, it just longed to enjoy their company and give its battered brain a break. Maybe this depraved Butler would follow the scent of fresh slaughter back to Kane once again and give him actual answers.
Chapter 3: Act 1: Mushrooms and Confessions
Summary:
Kane and Alfonse go underground and Kane finds itself calmer there. His and Alfonse's tense relationship starts to blossom into something more.
This chapter contains smut <3
Chapter Text
The Underdark was a nice place. It was quieter there, and there wasn't as much sensory to overwhelm Kane. No bright sun, no abundance of lively scents and sounds. There was darkness, the scent of dirt with an undertone of rot, and the familiar echo of his party's footsteps and breathing. It was a relief, in truth. The high elf found that the constant thrumming in its skull had already started to improve.
"I don't care what people say about the Underdark. This place is beautiful," Shadowheart had said upon their arrival. Kane had grunted his agreement.
It found itself fascinated by the abundant mushrooms that grew along these caverns. They came in varying shapes, colors, and sizes, some of them large enough to stand on, jutting from the cavern walls like organic shelves. Some of them even had a glow to them, lighting the way ahead.
Kane wasn't the only person curious about the flora. Alfonse's golden eyes were full of wonder as they examined each mushroom, explaining the different types and their properties to the high elf. They were incredibly smart, and the passion with which they recited their knowledge to it made its heart flutter in its ribcage.
There was no sun down belowground, and yet Alfonse had managed to take the equal radiance of one along with them.
The myconid colony was fascinating as well - and surprisingly, very helpful. Their songs and fungal spores helped to calm Kane's mind and numb the debilitating headaches that plagued him more often than not. They were very curious creatures, able to communicate telepathically and raise more beings from corpses... It was glorious to see such life bloom from death. The sight of the myconids made something stir within Kane, but it did its best to repress that foul part of itself. The same part that longed fiercely to see its companions corpses become such pretty amalgamations of decomposing flesh and fungi.
"There is so much bioluminescent fungi here," Alfonse said as they and Kane walked ahead of the party. "I had heard tales of the Underdark being colorful - but none of those stories did it nearly enough credit. This place is wonderful. There's so much to explore - so much to see!"
"Kane," they breathed, their voice full of wonder as they stepped up to a shimmering mushroom circle. The way in which they uttered its name made the high elf's heart flutter. "Look!"
"Pretty," he responded as he stepped over to it. "It looks like magic. Does it do anything?"
"I'm not sure," Alfonse said pensively, their auburn brows drawn together as they examined the circle. One of their curls fell into their face. Kane reached to gently brush it back behind their ear, careful not to catch them with its claws. Those pretty golden eyes flicked up to his own, the blue of the glowing mushrooms reflecting in them. The red on their bronze cheeks was obvious to Kane's sharp eyes even in the dim light.
"You're so smart," Kane said softly as he gazed into Alfonse's eyes. "I enjoy watching and listening to you ponder things."
Their cheeks flushed. "Thank you," they responded, their gloved fingers worrying at their leather armor.
Alfonse had led Kane out of the camp, prompting him to go on a walk with them. It had followed, content to keep their company. They stopped nearby the mushroom shelf by the tower, Kane enjoying their comfortable silence on the way there. The half elf's fingers stroked and smoothed the leather of their gloves as they stopped and turned to face Kane, hesitating.
The high elf ached to reach out and take those hands, to tug off those gloves and unveil those beautiful fingers. It wanted to trace their scarred knuckles with its lips, all the way to their fingertips, slip the lovely digits into his mouth, and then bite down...
Warmth flooded through him at the thoughts, his blood heating. Kane looked up to Alfonse's face instead and found them watching him. It wondered if they noticed.
"Kane, I wanted to talk to you about something," they said, their voice steadying.
A beat of silence passed, and Kane's curiosity peaked as they seemed to be awaiting its response. It grunted in response, not wanting to trip up their words.
"We've been travelling together for a while, and..." They hesitated, fingers curling into their palms, their pulse racing in the high elf's ears. "I just can't help but notice that you seem interested in me."
Kane's heart fluttered in its chest, his pulse throbbing in tandem with Alfonse's. Warmth flooded him, and he could barely resist reaching out to touch them, to kiss them, to devour them.
"Interest" did not even begin to describe what Alfonse made him feel at this point of their journey.
His attraction to them was a raging tide, an overwhelming desire that set his senses alight. He wanted to taste, to feel, to know their body with his hands, his mouth, his tongues. It wanted to taste their flesh, to sink its teeth into them and brand the taste of their blood into its palate. It wanted to feel them, to press his body to theirs and fill every orifice they possessed with itself. It wanted to consume every part of them, make their two bodies become one whole.
Kane had begun to twitch. He drew onto his will to reign himself in. Oh, how it wanted to show them - to overwhelm them with this glorious feeling, yet its excitement threatened to spell their end if it did not calm itself.
Alfonse's golden eyes watched the high elf, widened with concern. "Are you alright, Kane? Did I make you uncomfort-"
"No," it cut them off as it closed the space between them, "Alfonse, I adore you. I desire you with every part of my being."
The half elf stared up at him, their lovely golden eyes shining in the dim light. Their lips were parted with shock, and they looked oh so soft, so perfect. It couldn't take it anymore. It leaned in and kissed them deeply, burying its fingers in their curls.
Alfonse melted into the kiss with a soft sound that set Kane's raging blood alight. Their lips were warm and soft under his and he longed to bite down, to devour -
No, it told itself. It would not bring them harm. It would not let its Urges sully this moment in which their hearts beat the same melody.
But their taste. He couldn't get enough. Their lips slid together, and his tongues found their way into Alfonse's mouth. The half elf moaned again, their own tongue meeting his eagerly. Arousal burned hot in Kane's midsection. It gripped their hips to steady them both, careful not to dig claws in no matter how badly it itched to do so. Finally touching them this way was exhilarating.
Alfonse pressed themself into him as they kissed, their own hands gripping at his sides. Unable to suppress itself, Kane easily lifted the half elf by their hips to sit on the mushroom behind them and pressed itself between their thighs. Alfonse gasped, and Kane took advantage of their open mouth to take their lips once again with his own, his tongues slipping easily around theirs once more.
The moan they let out at its ministrations made its blood burn even hotter. Their legs caged him in, and a growl slipped from his throat. He longed to fuck them right there. Its whole being raged at him to do it.
But he couldn't. Not here. He would end up harming them. And it didn't want to do that.
So instead, Kane reluctantly broke the kiss and let Alfonse breathe. They gasped, their bronze skin flushed crimson. "Kane," they said in a breathy voice.
"Alfonse," it rasped back, its hand cupping their cheek. Its heart raced. What bliss it was to finally know that the affections it had harbored for the beautiful half elf for quite some time no longer needed to be suppressed.
The wound ached. The druergar had gotten Kane good, a swift impalement straight through his belly. A very impressive hit, if only the poor fool would not have sung their victory before the high elf could topple over. It had beheaded them with a deft slice of his axe, even as the dwarf's own longsword had still penetrated his own body. A most invigorating fight and a beautiful kill. It couldn't help but take the head as a trophy.
Alfonse had begged Kane not to pull the sword from his belly, lest his innards spill out. It was incredibly tempted to do so regardless, hands resting momentarily on the hilt of the weapon; what a pretty sight it would be to see his own wretched gore paint the ground in agonizing swirls.
The half elf had ushered Kane to Shadowheart, who had channeled healing magic into Kane whilst carefully pulling the sword from his abdomen. The pain made his vision go white, and it had clawed at the ground, barely resisting the Urge to rip the cleric to shreds as she did her work.
"You need to be careful," she scolded once the sword had pulled free, "Your intestines could have gotten lost in the piles of dwarf guts and then I wouldn't have known which to shove back inside you."
Kane huffed a laugh, his voice sounding strained to his own ears. The healing magic was warm and soothing, and its eyes drifted shut as its effects numbed out the searing pain in his abdomen.
Its silver eyes opened and met Alfonse's golden ones from across the tent. There they stood with folded arms, worry creasing their forehead. Shadowheart stood.
"There. Most of the damage is healed; you should be just a little sore. Drink this. It'll help." Kane took the healing potion from her hands. "If you need anything else, you know where to find me. I would tell you to take it easy, but we both know that isn't something that you're capable of." With that, the cleric left Kane's tent.
The high elf uncorked the bottle, its eyes meeting Alfonse's once more as it drank the potion.
Their eyes fell timidly to their feet, their arms wrapping around themself in a self-embrace.
"I was worried, but that's no reason for my overreaction," they said in a soft voice.
Kane's heart fluttered. It longed to hold them itself. He stood and crossed the space between them, taking them into his arms. They sighed and laid their head against his chest, lashes fluttering as their eyes drifted shut.
"I know," Kane responded after a moment, "You always worry."
He did not wish them to. Kane enjoyed danger, the thrill of it - and it was always determined to win, no matter what.
They huffed against him. "Someone has to..." They pulled back to cup his face and meet his gaze with their honey gold eyes. "I want to do everything in my power to protect you, like how you always want to protect me."
"I do not need to be protected," it insisted. Kane enjoyed fighting fiercely, and keeping them and the rest of the team safe. Killing was its favorite thing to do. Taking hits in the process was all part of the fun.
"Still," Alfonse said, "I want to. Because I love you, and I want you safe as well."
Kane's heart fluttered in its ribcage, a warm feeling spreading over him. He smiled and cupped their cheek, pressing their lips together in a tender kiss. "I love you too, Alfonse," he said softly, their lips still pressed together. Then it deepened the kiss, hands sliding down their sides to hold them by their waist.
Alfonse moaned against his mouth at the contact, and his blood ran hot as his grip tightened on them. How it longed to dig its claws into their flesh...
The high elf couldn't get enough of their taste. The dull ache in his belly spurred on its building arousal as it kissed Alfonse until its lips started to tingle. The half elf surprised Kane by taking its hands and placing them over their ass. Kane gripped at their rounded cheeks eagerly, heat searing his midsection. Such a perfect ass. How it had longed to get its hands on them for such a long time, having tracked them with his eyes for as long as they'd been travelling together. Alfonse's tongue grazed over his fangs, and a shudder rippled through him as a growl rumbled from his chest.
It needed to taste their skin. To devour them. It kissed at their throat, their heartbeat loud in its ears as the salt of their sweat graced his lips and it licked the beads away eagerly. He took a deep inhale of their floral laced scent and mouthed against them, "Lovely."
Its fangs brushed their skin, and how it longed to bite. To rip and tear. Their jugular throbbed away beneath its teeth, and he teased himself even more than he did Alfonse by brushing his teeth over it in the lightest of nips. "So, so pretty... you smell so good. So, so good, sweet Alfonse. My darling sun."
He nosed their clavicle, taking in another breath of their sweet scent, desire muddling his brain, searing his veins as he rasped, "My Alfonse."
Kane heard the sound of their heart stuttering, and smelled the strong, heady scent of their arousal. It was enough to drive him wild. It continued to taste their skin, kissing and licking over the flesh he so desired to eat.
"Kane," they whimpered, their voice shaking.
He steadied himself against the tide of need and pulled back, pressing its forehead to that of the half elf's. "I want you," he said, hearing the edge of desire drenching his own voice.
Alfonse cupped its face and kissed it again, slow and deep, before pulling back and breathing out, "Then take me."
It was like flipping a switch in Kane. It gripped their thighs and lifted them, angling their midsection to slot against his, feeling their hardened cock rub against its own as their lips met in a heated frenzy. Alfonse clung to him, their heart hammering in his ears as they wrapped their legs around it. They were the first to pull back from the kiss.
"Kane," they breathed, concern in their voice, "The wound. You shouldn't-"
It growled and took their mouth once more, the kiss heated as their tongues tangled together. It easily took them to the bedroll with him, laying them back without breaking the kiss and slotting himself between their legs. Alfonse whimpered against his lips.
Kane had waited so patiently, for so long. It couldn't take not having them anymore - couldn't take being subtle when it wanted so badly to thoroughly taste them, to be buried deep within them.
Its hands stroked and carressed their soft skin under their shirt. Their chest, stomach, claws grazing their skin just enough. How easy it would be to rip their skin. To soak itself in their blood and fuck them open with it...
Kane pulled back to take a breath, his pulse hammering in his ears. It needed to calm, lest his over-excitement spur him to bring Alfonse harm. He wanted to please them, not harm them. It wanted to appreciate their lovely form, not ravage it.
Though what a beautiful sight that would be...
Kane took another breath, his head throbbing. He pushed up Alfonse's shirt and pressed his lips to their warm belly, feeling the throb of their intestines within as he drew his tongues over the trail of hair beneath their navel. Alfonse gasped above it.
It stuck its clawed fingers into the waistband of their trousers and tugged them down to reveal more skin, the scent of their arousal strong in his nose. Their cock strained against the underwear they wore, and the sight sent such heat through the high elf. Its mouth watered.
"Oh, you're so perfect," he hissed as he gripped and tugged the piece of fabric, the erotic sight of their cock being freed enough to make him growl. He wanted to swallow them.
Instead, it gently wrapped its palm around their cock and leaned in to kiss the flushed tip. Alfonse gasped again, and he met their pleasure-glazed eyes with his own as he drew his tongues over their weeping slit ever so slowly.
Kane's eyes rolled back in his head as he passed his tongues over Alfonse's tip once more, savoring their taste and the moans that his actions elicited from them.
"You taste so good," it growled as it licked up the length of their shaft, tongues tracing their throbbing veins. So much blood in this one area... the Urge to bite and suck out all of the crimson was relentless.
"Please, Kane," they gasped as he hesitated. The high elf clenched his jaw and pulled back from their dick, his fingers massaging their hips as he pulled their thighs open to expose their ass.
There was oil in his tent for his own personal uses. Kane liked to lather it on his cock and imagine it as fresh, slick blood... he felt himself twitch at the thought. But thinking about bloodied Alfonse wasn't a good idea. He gripped the vial and instead focused on the feel of their soft skin beneath his hand. The high elf coated his unsteady fingers in the lube and carefully slipped them between Alfonse's asscheeks, feeling their warmth. It sent a shudder through him.
"So pretty," he whispered as he stroked their rim slowly. Alfonse's body shuddered as they made a soft, pleased noise.
Kane didn't want to hurt Alfonse. He wasn't used to gentle sex - any partner he remembered having, he didn't value anywhere near the way he valued Alfonse. It tried to steady its hand as much as possible, its wrist aching from the effort. It wanted to be inside them with a raging passion, but did not wish to potentially rip them right open. He angled his claw to be as blunt as possible as he slowly pushed in to one knuckle.
Alfonse gasped and moaned his name, their muscles clenching around his digit and sending a shock of arousal straight through it. It barely resisted the urge to abandon caution and thrust deep within them.
Kane pumped its finger slowly, pressing its lips to Alfonse's lifted knee, savoring the scent of them. Their arousal was intoxicating, and the feel of them even more so.
"Kane, you're doing so well," they said softly between moans of pleasure, "Deeper... please."
Heat seared through Kane, and the Urge to dig his fingers into them and rip them open surged through it so strongly that he gasped. The twitching in his hand had crawled all the way up to his arm. Its head pulsed painfully. Despite this, it bit its own lip and sunk its finger in deeper, eliciting a gasp from the half elf. Kane watched their soft belly curve in and out, could hear their heartbeat, smell their blood pulsing just below the surface...
He pumped his finger in a careful rythym, listening to Alfonse's sighs, shuddering at their pleasure. "Kane, that's so good," they said softly, "Don't stop..."
It would need to stretch them more if it was to be able to fuck them properly. After carefully working them open to his last knuckle, Kane pulled back to carefully insert another finger inside of them. They were so soft and warm inside... How lovely it would be to slit them open.
Kane breathed deeply, leaning in to take their mouth and focus on their taste as he pumped his fingers slowly inside of them. The half elf gasped and let out a drawn out moan as it finally reached the base of its fingers inside of them. They buried their face in his shoulder and cried out, "Damn it all, Kane, please just put it in!"
Kane was stunned by the urgency in their voice. It felt its cock jump beneath its trousers, its breath catching as a wave of pure, primal need washed over him. He wanted them now.
"Are you certain?" it asks, sucking in a breath. Its head thrummed with the beat of its own heart, such heat burning in his midsection. It looked down to see those pretty golden eyes gazing up at it, a smile curving their lips.
"Yes," they told him, "Please, Kane, make love to me."
It pulled off its clothes, its hands unsteady in its urgency. It had been nude before Alfonse several times before, but the way their eyes were drinking him in made the fire in its midsection burn even hotter.
It pulled Alfonse's legs open and slid its hot, throbbing cock up against theirs. He groaned at the contact, his hips shuddering. Their dick was very pretty, and so much smaller up against his own. It gripped them both in its fist and started to pump them both, watching Alfonse moan under their breath as they stared down at the sight. Kane smiled at the furious flush on their cheeks as he stroked them together. So pretty.
Alfonse started to gasp and grip at the bedroll, and Kane could feel them to tense as they started to build. It was tempted to see them spill against his hand and his own cock - but it wanted to feel the way they clenched around him first. It pulled its hand back and slipped its cock into the cleft of their ass. Their warm, soft skin sent electric tingles through the high elf. Oh, to finally bury itself within them...
Alfonse brought their knees up to their chest and squeezed their legs together, further exposing themself to Kane. It reached to grip and gently tug their cock into its hand, pulling it past their clenched thighs and gently rubbing its thumb on their wet tip, listening to them gasp in response. Then it gripped the base of its own dick with an oiled hand, slowly pushing past their twitching rim.
The way their silken heat enveloped him knocked the air out of him. "Alfonse," he gasped as his hips shuddered, rolling them to push deeper. They were perfect. Nothing had ever felt so good. "Oh, Alfonse..."
Kane's own blood roared in its ears as it thrusted itself within its lover, listening to their lowered gasps and whines of pleasure as it rubbed its thumb along the throbbing veins of their cock. The way their body clenched, their hole enveloping and seemingly swallowing him deeper with every pump, was driving him wild. It wanted to hear them louder. It wanted them to scream. It wanted-
Then, Alfonse's muscles clenched on him so tightly that he gasped, his voice rasping, "Yes, yes," he panted, sensing their pleasure building to a crescendo, "Come for me. So pretty, so sweet."
Their body jolted as they whined his name, their legs opening to wrap around him and pull him closer and deeper as they came into his hand, their muscles vice-tight around his cock. Kane groaned at the explosion of pleasure, but it wasn't enough, not enough - he could go all night. It wanted them to come over and over, wrapped tight around his cock. The pleasure was addicting, their scent, their sounds, intoxicating. It wanted to rip them open and crawl inside their body, become one with them, never to be separated. They were his.
Alfonse's callused fingers brushed over Kane's smooth brow bone, and their own auburn eyebrows drew together. Kane hummed at the contact, his eyes drifting closed as its head leaned against their lap. Alfonse traced over its hairless brow once, twice, and three times. With each pass, it seemed like they were looking for something.
The high elf opened its eyes curiously. What were they doing?
"Kane... you don't have eyebrows?" they asked incredulously.
Kane chuckled a little, stroking their wrist with his own clawed fingers, careful not to catch their skin. "No. I suppose not."
They stroked the area again. "But... how? They're so smooth, too... you don't shave them off, do you?"
It was Kane's turn to be confused. "Shave them? Why would I do a thing like that?"
"I... well, I don't know." They peered closer to its eyes with their own honeyed golds. "Gods, you don't have eyelashes either."
They sounded fascinated. Kane couldn't help but chuckle again. "You are so cute."
Alfonse's cheeks flushed. "I thought you were just really clean shaven, but... you don't have any hair on your face, do you?"
"No. Not ever since I could remember," it responded, "Is that so strange?"
The half elf blinked. "No - I mean. It's different, but it's not a bad thing." Their lips curled into a fond smile as they stroked his cheek. Kane's chest warmed as his eyes drifted closed once more, content.
The face paint was thicker upon Kane's fingers than the more familiar texture of blood as it drew them over Alfonse's brow. It was also much cooler. Not unpleasant, but not the most desirable tool for decoration.
The green was lovely against their skin, however... so it did not mind. Though it would have loved to spread blood across their face, to lick it off afterward...
Kane took a deep breath and tried to steady its wandering mind. His hand was shaking as he struggled to press the pads of his fingers to their forehead without catching his claws on their tender skin. It was no easy task.
Alfonse's delicate fingers then encircled its scarred wrist, their firm grip offering much needed support. Kane dropped his silvered eyes to meet their golds, and they smiled up at it. Their smile lit up their whole face, and the high elf couldn't help but return it. They were so beautiful.
"You're doing well," they said softly as they gazed into the mirror before them. Kane's chest warmed with pride. With renewed vigor and a steadier hand, he added the next paint stroke. Their grip on his wrist wasn't only grounding, but it was also comforting - the pressure against his damaged, aching joint helped to alleviate some of the pain.
"There," it rasped as it pressed its lips to the top of their head, their soft curls fragrant against his nose. He couldn't help but take a deep breath of their scent. Warmth washed over him and he hummed in pleasure before stepping back, fingers still coated in the face paint.
Alfonse's cheeks were flushed, their eyes glowing as they gazed into the mirror with a radiant smile. "Thank you, Kane. I can't believe you managed to get it so well just by memory!"
Kane chuckled, his heart stuttering in his chest. He then leaned in to kiss them. Their foreheads brushed in the process, wet paint spreading across Kane's smooth brow. It didn't care, but Alfonse exclaimed against his lips, and then laughed as they reached to wipe away the paint. The high elf gave them a grin.
"Kane... you didn't even let it dry!"
It just grunted and kissed them again. "I guess I will just have to reapply it, then."
The half elf sighed and then smiled, cupping Kane's face and pulling him into another kiss.
A strong, herbal aroma emanated from the salve that Alfonse's callused fingers massaged into Kane's aching wrist scars. The pain went bone-deep; the salve did little to soothe it, but it felt nice against his skin, as did Alfonse's rubbing. Today had been a long day of fighting druergar, trying to avenge the myconid circle and weeding out Nere. The battle was invigorating - but spending so much time slamming and swinging around his weighted weapon had taken its toll on Kane's heavily damaged hands.
It could feel its muscles twitching below the half elf's fingers, each spasm sending a new wave of pain through him. Kane's hands hurt almost constantly, but there were some times that were worse than others, his sinews seemingly burning beneath skin. This was one of them. His headaches, however, were much better than he had ever remembered them being - and that was a huge relief.
Kane rolled his wrist beneath Alfonse's hand and gave a grunt as it felt as if his bones were splintering at the movement.Torn apart, severed, broken into bits. Your body is not your own. How could you stand to show them the bloodied thing you've become?
Kane let out a hiss and closed his eyes. Vulnerability. It had shown so much of that since meeting Alfonse. But what choice did he have, when so much of him was broken? Better them than anyone else. They were so easy to talk to. So willing to help, to be affectionate even with someone like him. The two of them had something special together, it felt. Their relationship had pushed past platonic soon after entering the Underdark - there had been dates, stolen kisses, moments of their sweat-slick bodies intertwining. Kane found himself trusting them, too, finding such solace in their company, their intimacy, a bond like no other - they were perfect. He could be honest with them. He wanted to be honest with them, share everything. And his desire for them... oh, how it blazed.
"Kane?" Alfonse's lovely voice filled the tent. The high elf opened his eyes to find a pair of gold ones staring up at him expectantly, concern etched into their depths. "Did I hurt you?"
Hurt. Did they really think they could possibly hurt you? Alfonse knew well about the Urge - Kane's biggest weakness and strength, what made it most dangerous, a high it often chased. Yet here they were, choosing to be alone with such a monster, one who reveled in murdering a grove full of fearful, helpless refugees and gullible druids. They were mighty upset about that in the moment, yet here they were, massaging Kane's old wounds. A smile tugged at the high elf's lips.
Alone. Yes. Here was an opportunity: those fantasies of ripping them apart, eating them bit by bit while they still drew breath. Bathing in the red of their blood, hearing those screams - oh! Indulging in their soft skin, their flesh, their bones - all of it. Kane wanted to devour them. He would take those pretty golden eyes right out of their head and keep them, along with that honeyed tongue. Peel the flesh from their skull and polish the bone beneath until it shined, pressing his lips to it oh so tenderly at every chance he got. And as for the rest of them, how many things could he get away with doing -
NO.
There came the headache - crushing, pounding, as nausea pushed up his throat. Shame coiled in Kane's wretched guts. How disgusting that it could dare think such vile thoughts about someone so pure. Someone it cared about so deeply.
"Kane-?" Alfonse sounded even more worried. Had they seen the Urge grip him?
"Are you okay?" Their hand stroked through his hair - gentle, soothing... It squeezed its eyes shut. What luck it was, for a creature such as Kane to have met and become so close to them. Every part of it was the opposite of what they were. Every bit of him was dark, demented, perverted - and they were the light that burned its eyes. Yet Kane couldn't stay away. Like a moth to flame.
All he could do in response was grunt. Overcome with pain, shame, and resisting the Urge to tear them open. His fingers twitched, the tips of them itching, wanting so badly to sink its claws into their warm, soft flesh. To squeeze the blood out of them. But no. It refused to hurt them. Not them. They were sacred.
Alfonse's soft hand brushed Kane's hair back, their pretty eyes meeting his. Its heart gave a little start. How he adored them.
"Pretty," it mumbled. Alfonse smiled, their fingertips tracing over the tattoo on his forehead. The motion was soothing, and Kane's eyes drifted closed as his headache slowly abated. The sound of their heartbeat, the scent of their skin, the feeling of their touch - these were things Kane could never imagine living without.
The half elf's lips pressed to Kane's head, and he leaned into them as he breathed a sigh. Being near them was both bliss and torture. How it warred with its own mind every time, and yet it did not regret being close. They brought him a sense of peace, of contentment that no other could.
It was very warm near the Adamantine Forge. Perspiration slickened Kane's skin and that of his companions, and though it could smell everyone's sweat, it was most enticed by a singular person's: Alfonse.
How their scent filled his nose, clouded his senses. Watching their sweat drip over their pretty golden brown skin made its mouth water... it wanted - needed, to taste them.
The others were walking ahead, Lae'zel seemingly checking out the molds scattered around and Shadowheart's attention caught on the skeletal remains of Dark Justiciars littered across on the ground. A perfect opportunity to corner Alfonse, who was close at his side, a wall right behind them...
Kane turned around and gave the half elf a smile. They smiled back, their golden eyes glowing up at it. They were radiant, illuminated in the orange glow. Kane's eyes latched onto a bead of sweat that dripped slowly down the side of their face, trailing along the line of their jaw. Its mouth watered. How could it resist?
Kane leaned in and licked the bead away slowly, the salty taste of it on his tongues enough to ignite his blood. The heat of the nearby Forge seemed to grow even hotter. Alfonse's surprised little gasp made its cock jump beneath its armor, and it breathed in their scent deeply, its hands gripping their hips to pull them closer. Lavender, cloves, and the strong, heady scent of sweat... He couldn't get enough of it.
It licked a stripe behind their ear. "You smell so good, Alfonse," it breathed, the tips of its tongues brushing their earlobe, the metal rings of their piercings grazing them. The half elf's body shuddered beneath him.
"Kane," they breathed. It could hear the desire in their voice. "The others..."
The high elf hummed against their ear, his tongues trailing up behind it again to trace the curve that led to a pointed tip. "They seem occupied," it said simply, focused in the task of tasting them.
Alfonse gave a sigh of pleasure as they shuddered, their body shifting beneath him as they placed their hands against Kane's armored chest. They didn't seem to mind the rest of the party being nearby nearly as much as they pretended to. Its lips curled into a smirk against their heated skin, and he brushed his fangs along the tip of their ear, eliciting another low gasp from them.
How Kane wanted to devour them. Every response he wrung out of them made his desire burn hotter. Along with their taste, their smell... it would drive him to ruin.
The high elf trailed his tongues down to the curve of Alfonse's throat, catching the perspiration slickening their skin. A growl resounded from deep within his throat as it sucked at their skin, wanting to take in every drop, to taste all of them. He ached to sink his teeth deep within their flesh, and did, albeit much gentler than his rearing blood desired to. They let out a gasp that tapered into a low, shy moan, audible to only Kane's ears.
His mind whispered to him to rip and tear, find the arteries within their soft throat and open them with sharp teeth, to feast upon the vulnerable, blood-rich sinews in which he now hovered above. Eat them alive. Oh, how he wanted to eat them alive, to consume their cut off screams of pain-
Instead, Kane closed his eyes against the lingering headache building within his damaged skull and trailed his tongues under the collar of the leathers that Alfonse wore, drinking in the wetness upon the skin beneath it.
"I want to taste every drop," he breathed, voice rasping as his hands massaging deep into their hips. The half elf shuddered again, their gloved hand moving onto Kane's scalp, caressing the sweat slick hair at the nape of its neck. It helped to ease the building ache in its battered brain, their touch always a welcome sense of respite.
The high elf hummed and dropped himself to his knees, gazing up at the person ahead of it. Their golden eyes were widened, arousal glazing them. Kane undid their leather cuirass with unsteady fingers. It needed to taste more of them. It would have preferred to spread them out on the ground, to take its sweet time tasting every bit of their skin, but such thoroughness would have to wait for later... as much as he loathed to admit it, they had things they needed to get done.
Kane revealed the golden brown skin of their stomach and drew his tongues over the soft curve of it, its eyes rolling back at the taste of their soft skin. He undid the leather trousers they wore, his tongues eager to follow the faint trail of hair that led from their navel to their cock, their scent strong in his nose. It was intoxicating.
Kane tugged the leather trousers down, along with what they wore underneath, their cock springing up to greet his chin. He purred as it lightly tapped him, a shudder running down his spine. Peering upward at the half elf who stood above it, it found Alfonse biting their own fingers as they stared down at him with a flushed face.
"You're so cute like this," Kane teased, grinning. It couldn't help itself. They covered their eyes with a grunt of embarrassment and the high elf chuckled. Then he kissed the tip of their cock.
Alfonse's hips jolted, another soft sound leaving their lips. Kane slowly ran his tongues along the vein on the underside of their cock, his eyes rolling as he took in their taste. Then he pressed his nose into their soft, faint pubic hair and took in a deep inhale of their scent, a throaty groan coming out of him. Their sweat, more concentrated, mixed with leather and the remnants of the soap they used was intoxicating.
"Kane-!" Alfonse's voice had pitched up.
"Mmm," Kane mumbled in response as he took another huff. His nose traveled to the crease where thigh met groin, slick with sweat. "Perfect," he rasped against their skin before sucking the wetness away.
Alfonse's gasp tapered into a moan. Kane felt satisfaction coil in the pit of his stomach, rising into his chest. Oh, its armor felt so heavy, his muscles so tight. It was so warm. But anything was worth pleasing Alfonse, tasting them, scenting them - it would cope.
Kane nipped the skin, sucking at it until he knew it would bruise. It felt the throb of their pulse beneath the skin, a beautiful song - such a tempting melody. Alfonse fidgeted above him, their hands firm in his hair as they let out soft little sounds. But Kane wanted to hear them cry out for him.
Kane's mouth came away from the tender spot to venture back to their twitching dick, now leaking precum from the blushing tip.
"Pretty," it hissed, one of its tongues dragging along their wet slit as the other wrapped around their shaft. They gasped above him, one of their hands gripping the wall they leaned against as Kane took them into its hot mouth, his tongues still curled around their cock.
The high elf couldn't help but moan at the feeling of Alfonse's cock within his mouth, a flush of pleasure washing over him. It wanted to devour them... Devour them. Bite. Swallow. They're vulnerable. Now's the chance. All yours, every bit.
The metal of Kane's gauntlets confined his claws as he flexed them, resisting the diabolical Urge that whispered to him. He did not want to hurt them. Only to please. Alfonse's hand caressed his hair again, doing little to soothe the headache that pulsed through his skull, but the contact made its chest loosen all the same.
It focused its mind on the pleasure, the pulse of Alfonse's pretty cock in their mouth, the scent and taste of them, the thrills running through its own body... and hollowed its cheeks, sucking them in deep with a throaty purr. They gasped his name above him, and it was like music to his ears. It bobbed its head, hands coming back up to grip and massage their hips, tugging them to rhythmically thrust into his mouth and savoring the gasps and moans that fell from their lips at his ministrations.
Kane's eyes rolled back, pleasure pulsing through him as Alfonse fucked into its mouth with its help. Their tip tapped his palate, drowning out the headache, heat radiating from his head down to his midsection, his cock straining where it lay untouched beneath his layers of armor. What bliss.
The half elf began to hilt themself each time they thrust into Kane's mouth, and it could hear their pulse quickening, their breaths labored as they built. Oh, how he desired their release, to taste it. He hollowed his cheeks to suck them in deep into his mouth, nose pressed into their pubic hair, his hands gripping their asscheeks and stilling their hips as he curled his tongues tight around their cock with a guttural growl.
Alfonse cried out, their hands fisted in his hair as they reached their peak, the heat of their release filling Kane's mouth. It couldn't help but groan, its hips stuttering at the feeling, brain muddled with lust as it swallowed every drop eagerly, one of its tongues probing Alfonse's tip for more. They gasped and whined, flinching. Kane pushed back at the resurfacing Urge to bite, releasing them from his hold before his deadly jaws had a chance to clamp down.
Kane panted and chuckled, lust addling his mind as he fought to catch his breath. He tipped his head up to find Alfonse braced against the wall, sweat drenching the hair at their temples, their trousers at their knees. His mouth watered again. It wanted to do so much more. But it would have to wait until later.
Kane stood, blinking at the pounding in its head and the stiffness in its muscles. He then took both of Alfonse's hands, kissing them and purring as he leaned in to bump his nose with theirs. They panted as they gazed back at him, those pretty golden eyes glazed over with satisfaction. Kane licked a bead of sweat from their lips and grinned at the weak little noise they made.
"You're radiant," he said softly as he stroked their bare side. It knew they had to rejoin the others, but Kane could have spent a millenia at Alfonse's side alone, worshipping every part of them and gazing into their suns for eyes.
Chapter 4: Desire
Summary:
It's been a while and I haven't been able to write enough to fill in blanks between late act 1 and 2, but there's a decent amount of smut/general spice sitting in my notes. No plot or chronological reasoning here really, just a short compilation of filth chapter as a treat. Enjoy <3
Chapter Text
"Kane," Alfonse said softly, "I need you to be still."
The gentle command in their lovely voice and the stinging pain in his arm where the arrow was embedded made Kane's cock throb.
Alfonse's brow was furrowed, their bare fingers coated in Kane's blood as they gripped and slowly pried the arrow from its flesh. The surge of sharp pain sent heat through him and he couldn't help but groan at the perfect agony of it. Blood dripped freely down his bare arm, thick and warm and sticky. Its skin tingled.
The half elf gave another tug, biting their lip, bronze cheeks colored red. The sharper surge of pain - the sight of their hands covered in his blood - the way they gripped the weapon embedded in him with those pretty fingers, only made his cock throb harder.
"Alfonse," he gasped, desire in his voice. He was so hard against the confines of his trousers, the fabric almost chafing. It felt so good.
The arrow came free with a satisfyingly wet sound, and the pleasure-pain made Kane's body shudder as a loud sound of bliss left his throat. It felt glorious. If only he could be filled with arrows - every tissue, every organ punctured, and they could pull each out tantalizingly slow and let his wretched body bleed out upon the ground as he writhed with ecstasy.
The high elf panted as Alfonse poured a cleaning agent into the wound and gently wiped away the blood. It stung. His head felt light, vision blurred.
"Are you okay?" they asked softly. Kane wanted their fingers pressed deep within the wound they were treating. It wanted it so badly that it ached for it.
"Please," he gasped, "Press your fingers in..."
Alfonse looked at him with a shocked expression, one of their auburn eyebrows raised.
"I'm sorry," they said softly as they wiped the blood on their graceful fingers away with a nearby rag, and grabbed a little tin of salve. Kane took a shuddering breath as it watched them coat two fingers in the oily substance and slowly stroke it onto the wound.
It stung but also soothed. The barest pressure of the half elf's fingers running over the wound in its flesh, the lubricant turning pink as it mixed with its blood... another wave of arousal washed over him.
Images of those pretty fingers working the bloody hole open, thrusting within it, bled into his mind... his cock twitched once more.
"Here," Alfonse whispered as they gently bandaged Kane's wound, the pressure of the wrapping sending throbbing pain down his arm that extended into his midsection. His breaths were labored. It sorely wished it had more wounds to be tended, that Shadowheart had not healed so much of its damage during combat.
The half elf's soft lips pressed to Kane's cheek as they stroked his arm, well away from the wound. "Relax, love. You lost a lot of blood. I need to tend the others."
They were so sweet. The last thing on its mind was relaxing, but it closed its eyes and attempted to steady its breathing anyway, a familiar, ever constant headache throbbing away at its temples.
Alfonse's fingers were soft against Kane's as they sat together within his tent. Its eyes lingered upon their hands... They were lovely, the fingers long, the tips of them callused over, their nails well taken care of...
The high elf took their hand and kissed over their scarred knuckles ever so gently, its lips trailing to their tender wrist. He could smell the blood just beneath the surface, feel the beat of their heart...
So tempting, to sink his teeth in. But he didn't. He longed to taste them nonetheless, even if he couldn't tear into their flesh. It drew its tongues over their wrist, savoring the salt on Alfonse's skin. It felt them shudder, their heart fluttering. He purred and licked again, dragging his tongues up over their open palm to trace the length of their fingers, its claws stroking over their tender wrist.
Alfonse made a soft sound as Kane took two of their fingers into his mouth, his tongues tangling around the digits as he sucked at them. The pressure of the fingers against its palate felt so pleasant... The high elf hummed, its eyes rolling back. Its partner's face was reddened, the crimson flush over their bronze skin making Kane's mouth water even more. He wanted to devour them.
It brushed its sharp fangs ever so slightly against their fingertips, licking over their skin with a purr. Then it took their fingers deep into its mouth, sucking them. Alfonse made a soft noise that set Kane's midsection alight.
It drew back, sparing another lick over their pretty, salty palm, and then flicked its eyes up to their flushed face. They had no paint over their lovely bronze skin. Kane reached to carefully let down their hair, brushing its fingers through their auburn curls as he set the little leather tie they kept it back with on the cushion beside them.
It wanted to taste every bit of them.
Kane took both of Alfonse's wrists and pinned them back onto the bedroll. They gasped, their bronze cheeks reddened. Their scent flooded over him, and it was enough to make his hair stand on end as it kissed its way down one of their arms. Their skin was soft, their auburn body hair brushing gently against his nose and lips.
As Kane neared their armpit, Alfonse had begun to squirm. The smell of their sweat was stronger now, irresistible to his senses. It buried its nose into the warm crevice and took a deep breath, a shower of tingles washing over it as its cock pulsed within its trousers.
"Kane-!" it heard Alfonse squeak. How cute. It sniffed them again, its eyes rolling back into its skull.
They smelled so good, the skin so very warm. Lavender and cloves of the soap they used, their sweat, the natural spice of their skin, the blood beneath. How it longed to eat them alive starting from this oh so tender spot-
It let out a growl as its tongues passed over their skin, their perfectly salted taste enough to make Kane's fangs itch with the Urge to bite. The scent, the smell, along with its raging arousal was almost overwhelming as it lapped at their heated, sensitive flesh, unable to get enough of their taste.
cw: somnophilia (consensual)
There they were, soft and folded against Kane's chest as they slept, their heartbeat slowed with the lull of sleep. A part of Kane envied the half elf and their ability to rest, whereas the closest he ever got to sleep nowadays was a troubled trance. Alfonse looked and felt so peaceful, so vulnerable, everything about them softened in the darkness of their shared tent... It made warmth coil in his midsection.
Vulnerable. Soft and helpless. Easy prey.
Tingles pricked Kane's heated skin. So many ways he could kill them. It could crack their ribs, make their beautiful lungs fill with blood, hear the gurgle of them choking on the life-giving liquid. It could bite into the back of their exposed neck, rip into their spine with vigor, paralyze them and eat them alive strip for strip and sinew for sinew while they couldn't struggle, their beautiful limbs rendered useless - so tender and ready to be devoured.
No. Kane took a shuddering breath as pain throbbed in his temples, his clawed hand twitching where it lingered at Alfonse's exposed side. The half elf made a soft sound and shifted their body, pressing themself back against it more firmly. Their rear was soft against the high elf's crotch, and its already stirring cock had begun to throb at the extra pressure. It buried its nose into their fragrant curls and sighed longingly.
No, he didn't want to kill them. But to carnally appreciate their soft, vulnerable, pretty sleeping form... that was another matter entirely.
Alfonse had given him permission before, to take them in their sleep. Kane wouldn't dare touch them so if not; it did not wish to frighten them or break their trust.
Its lips lingered at their ear, kissing along the curve of it all the way to the point as it took in their intoxicating scent, groaning under its breath. He drew his tongues over the shell of their ear, savoring the salt on their skin as his fingers brushed up under the shirt they wore to find soft skin.
Alfonse sighed softly, their hips shifting again. Heat pulsed through Kane, and he ground his hips up against them, chasing the friction. Oh, to have them while they were so vulnerable...
Kane could hear its own excited heartbeat as he licked along the back of the half elf's neck, their soft curls brushing his tongues. It hissed and stroked over the soft, faint trail of hair that led into their trousers. It could feel the pulse of their organs right below its hand. All it had to do was slit open their skin to give itself a way in...
The high elf gasped at the wave of arousal that flooded through him at the thought, the Urge, to plunge itself into their innards. But he didn't want that - didn't want to harm them. It stilled its shaking hand, its cock straining against its trousers as he rolled his hips again.
"Pleasure, no pain... fuck them, do not maim..."
Kane couldn't tell if he whispered the words aloud or not, not over the roar of his own blood in his ears. It had begun to pant. He let his twitchy fingers trail over Alfonse's crotch to find their cock against the fabric of their trousers, half-mast already. It groaned. It was like their body was made for him, the way they always reacted to his touch, even in their sleep.
It hooked its fingers into the waistband of their trousers and tugged them down carefully. He didn't want to wake them - not yet. Kane freed its own cock and pressed it into the warm crevice between Alfonse's thighs, sighing at the flood of pleasure that pulsed through him. He rolled his hips to rut himself against them, the slide of skin on skin creating delicious friction that set his nerves alight.
Alfonse moaned, their rear arching back against him. Kane hissed and gripped their hips, his cock sliding up between their thighs to be greeted by the half elf's own warm sac, their shafts brushing together.
"Kane!" Alfonse gasped, their hand suddenly gripping his own as they jolted awake, their heartbeat guttering in the high elf's ears.
"Oh, Alfonse," he rasped, his nose pressed into their skin as he inhaled their scent, his hips rolling again, "You are so perfect... I can't get enough of you."
cw: mild breeding
"Do you want me to fill you, my love?" Kane purred as he pushed Alfonse's knees up all the way to their shoulders and sank his cock deep inside of them until it reached the hilt, the slickness of the oil they used greatly aiding his descent. He groaned at the tight, hot feeling of being enveloped by them. Alfonse let out a whine, their thighs shuddering beneath Kane's hands as their hole tightened around it.
"Y...yes," they gasped.
The high elf purred, pulling all the way back to his tip to slowly sink in again, holding their legs back in a firm grip all the while, careful not to sink its claws too deep within their tender skin. Its own legs shuddered at the waves of pleasure washing over it. The half elf had already come twice hands-free during the thorough fucking Kane had been giving them, and the warm, sticky substance was spread across both their bellies. It added greatly to Kane's pleasure to feel their spend on his skin, to witness their enjoyment so tangibly.
"Oh, Alfonse, you take me so well," it sighed, sweat slickening its pale skin as it continued its deep thrusting, "You are so perfect - my light, my sunshine."
Alfonse moaned and panted beneath him. Kane quickened his pace, every new noise that he wrung out of them spurring him forward.
"Fuck," it hissed, "I'm going to come so deep inside of you. You would look so lovely carrying my children. How you would glow so radiantly, my love."
Something deep within him stirred at the words as he spoke them, his cock throbbing. Alfonse let out a loud whimper, their body fidgeting below it as it hilted itself inside them another time.
"Yes, I want to hear you," Kane growled between thrusts. "My sweet Alfonse, my darling sun - sing your pleasure for me."
"Kane," they gasped. The sound of his name on their lips, the word forming on their lovely tongue, sent searing heat through him. "Fuck me, fill me, please!"
Kane growled as his pleasure redoubled, his hips hitting firmly against theirs as its thrusts quickened. It gripped their hips and arched them upward, pressing their legs back against the bedroll, its cock sinking in deep. Alfonse's golden eyes rolled back into their skull, and Kane couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to witness them taking their last gasp of air before the life left those pretty eyes like the snuffing of a candle.
They were so pretty. Fucking them felt amazing, but killing them... Killing them would be bliss, such bliss.
The desire burning in its flesh, tangling in its midsection, built to a crescendo as he held them down and fucked into them, his own panting breaths and their moans echoing in his ears.
"Yes," the words fell from his lips though he did not recall forming them with his own tongues, "I could twist your pretty head off, drink the fountain of blood that spilled from your veins, and bask in the never-ending warmth of it. Oh, I want you, I want to kill you, I want to keep you, I want to eat you." Kane wasn't sure if the words came out of his mouth or if they were still lodged in his damaged brain.
Then he came - he couldn't take it. Warmth flooded through it as it rode through the orgasm, Alfonse's hole clenched tightly around it as it spilled deep within them, heat showering over his body. But it wasn't enough. It wanted to fill their body with itself, until every cell was infused with his essence. They were his.
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