Nightwalker Fan Fiction ❯ The Bells ❯ Hell's Bells Part 1 ( Chapter 14 )

Disclaimer: No, I don't own Cain and Shido or any of the other characters from Nightwalker, no matter how much the voice in my head sounds like Guni…

Further Disclaimer: I myself (though half German by lineage) do not understand nor speak a lick of German. All of the translations within this fic were provided by an online dictionary. If they are wrong or I (more than likely) have screwed them up, I am VERY SORRY! Please be gentle, but feel free to correct me if you know otherwise. Please do not take my translations as fact!!!

Warning: As in just about all the fan fiction I write, this fic contains YAOI, or Male/Male relationships that are, as always, incredibly graphic. To me, it's art, and therefore restricting it would be not only stupid, but futile as my muse would beat me into submission and scream for me to write it anyway…

Chapter 14: Hell's Bells

"Thank you," Everard sighed as he took a towel with packed ice from Ken'ichi. He placed it on his healed, but still sore cheek as he watched the young blond return to his mates' sides. The three sat huddled on a loveseat while Everard sat on a lonely armchair. He watched as Shido slunk down deep into his mates' arms. The lavender haired vampire was dressed only in his pants and Cain's vest, his pales arms still bearing the faintest remnant of a reminder of what he'd bee through with the NOS. Lacking any real nutrition at the time, Shido's body had not bee able to regenerate very well in his captivity, which left him with slight scarring that would only fade in time

.Everard sighed again as he thought of what Shido had gone through, and what Cain had told him not long after the lavender haired vampire had returned.

***

Everard stood on the balcony overlooking Cain's garden and felt his shoulders slump. "Are you sure, Cain? He still doesn't remember anything?" he looked to Cain.

"No, and I still don't want anything to bring back those memories…" Cain leaned with his back on the railing of the balcony and looked to his old friend, "and that most certainly includes you. I won't have his memories return simply because he took one good look at you, Everard. I want you to avoid Shido for as long as you can."

"In other words, you want me to be a shadow again," Everard exclaimed. He let out a rueful laugh. "Just like old times, huh, kleines?"

"I'm not a `little one" anymore, Everard. I am the leader of this coven, and as such, you are to trust my judgment."

"Never mind that it was Benedict and I that took you in after you found yourself without a family so many years ago? We gave you a family, and now…you are denying me mine."

"Shido doesn't even know you anymore. What would it matter that you see him?"

"Have you ever thought that it might ease the pain, you annoying little bastard?" Everard shouted as his hand clenched at the railing. The metal was actually beginning to bow a little from his strength and misplaced anger. "Have you ever thought that it would do some good for him to realize that he's not alone in the world? You just come strolling in and tell me that someone that important to me has been held by humans and tortured and you've brought him back, and I can't see him? I can't comfort him? I can't tell him that his mother and sister weren't the only loved ones he had?" Everard pushed off of the railing and clutched onto Cain's shirt. "He may be your mate, damn it, but he's my nephew! My blood! He's all I have left after-"

"Don't you dare bring that up, Everard!" Cain growled as he dislodged the elder vampire. "You weren't the only one affected by his loss." Cain straightened his collar.

"Really?" Everard called as Cain walked away, "You sure don't show it, brat!"

***

"You know," Everard broke the silence, "that they are to be presented before the coven soon."

Shido felt more than saw his Cain's emotion before the elder vampire turned. Shido and Ken'ichi looked to their sire just in time to see a very uncharacteristic shock on his face. "No, not this soon, they-"

"It has been nearly a month Cain-"

"It's-it's still not long enough!"

"Cain?" Ken'ichi asked. "What is this?" His grip on Shido tightened and both sets of inquiring eyes bored into Cain.

Cain's brow furrowed in frustration. "Something even I have been dreading since the day you came to me, Ken'ichi."

***

He laid his head down upon the soft comforter of the bed. His master would be coming soon…not the foolish vampire that sought his power and body, but his love. His true master. He shuddered. Wasn't that what everyone always wanted? His submission? Was it so odd to actually want to give that to one person?

"Of course it isn't," a breath hissed by his ear, and he knew his master had come. "Your devotion to me is total and complete," a nip at the back of his neck as the soft flesh was stroked with a breezy touch, "unlike the falsehood you present to that idiot."

"How can you tell? How can you know I don't hate you as much as I do him?" he asked his master, even though he knew it was a lie. He found himself suddenly flipped over onto his back, his lips taken in a savage kiss.

"Because I can feel it! I can see it. I can taste it," his master's claw dug a furrow in his bare chest, and a coarse tongue lapped at the blood that spilled out.

"You're--"he hissed as his skin was split, "You're real…you're here." Not some shadowy figure, not some sorely understated representation of himself. "Oh," he moaned as a tongue probed at the wound.

"Do you moan for him like that, my little whore?"

"Noooo…" a soul-searing kiss, "no…don't moan…not" another kiss, setting his lips on fire and his heart ablaze, "not a whore…just what you make me…" He peered into deep brown eyes.

"And I make you," his master raked his claws down his chest, laying open the skin like time-worn parchment, pulling a scream from moist lips, "mine!"

"Master…Master please!" he panted. He screamed again as lips descended upon his wounds once more.

"Yessss," his master hissed, and he tore the tie from his master's silken midnight strands, relishing the cool threads of black against his heated skin. His master grasped his own locks and yanked his head up for a deeper kiss, slanting his lips to delve into the depths of his soul. "Scream for me, my little whore. He'll never hear us now."

In a shadow form, his master could not consummate their desire, but now… He yelped as he was suddenly tossed forward, off the bed and onto his knees. A solid weight pressed down on his back as his pants were shredded from his form. A long red object wound around his neck, and he instantly felt the bite of his master's whip around his neck.

The ends of the whip were pulled taut, and he gasped for air…then lost what he had taken in when his master began to push into him, aided only by precum. His vision blurred from the lack of oxygen, but he exhaled sharply as his master's cock brushed against that one spot deep inside him, replacing all the pain with pleasure.

"Be careful, my little whore," his master pulled back and thrust in ever deeper. Something tore deep inside, and he wailed, tears spilling from his eyes. "You may find the line between pleasure and pain," his master thrust again and he moaned, his passage slicked with his own blood and precum, "has blurred."

Despite the pain, his own cock throbbed and ached to he touched. His master was all too happy to comply.

"Ah, see what I mean?" he mocked.

"Ah--ah--do it, please!" he gasped. His vision was smeared with line of color and rimmed with black from the lack of oxygen. That, mixed with the pleasure/pain, pain/pleasure, sought to rob him of consciousness. "F--fuck me!"

"As you wish," the whip loosened and he drew in great lung-fulls of air, only to loose them as he was pressed to the floor and brutally thrust into once more.

The forgotten whip turned to blood again, staining his straining hands, and he felt hot liquid flow down his thighs. He watched as his blood flow over creamy-white thighs and pooled around his knees. He cried out as his master's thrust rocked his body and claws tore into flesh. He felt his master come, pulsing heat coating his insides and shaky claws tearing into his flesh, and it was too much. He splashed his own release upon the cold stone of the floor before swooning forward and passing out…

He came around to the sensation of something wet caressing his quivering thighs. He looked down and watched as the gorgeous predator that was his master cleaned the blood from his body with his tongue. The sight was already causing his cock to twitch once more.

His master hauled himself up and lowered his lips to his own. "My hunger calls for your flesh, but for now, it will settle for your blood."

His master lifted a blood soaked hand to his lips. He licked it clean, tasting blood and come, before shuddering as his master whispered mere centimeters from his ear…

"It's time…"