Coming of Age (NC-17, yaoi etc....)
Title: Coming of Age....
Author: crazydragon33
Fandom: Legacy of Kain
Type: het/yaoi mentionings
Pairing/Characters: Janos/Vorador/random ancients
Rating: NC-17 - *shrugs* has nudity, yaoi, humping etc...
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Summary: Vorador is uncomfy living and being raised amongst the Ancients. To cure this, Janos makes him step out amongst his kind...less than appropriately dressed
Disclaimer: I dun own LoK!
Notes: First posty here ^_^
Challenge: Embarrassing Adults
(Vorador’s POV)
I hate myself. Every time I look into the piece of polished bronze mirror we have I hate myself more. Amongst his kind, I am a freak. I am paler than all of them, my skin based on a cream color rather than their skyish cyan. My hair is light, where theirs is dark. I maybe be young, far from an adult much less the mature adult Janos is. The youth of his kind are as beautiful as the adults. Graceful, lean...Just looking at them makes my awakening body ache.
Yes...It’s that time for me. I am coming of age...just a couple years away from adulthood. I can’t help but compare myself to them. I’ve been amongst them most of my life, ever since Janos found me and saved me that winter so long ago. Most of his kind sees me as a sort of pet. My race is primitive, scuttling creatures compared to their civilization and beauty. A beauty that makes the ache all the more...
I tell Janos this. He chuckles and pats me on the head. Sure, he’s past this age. Who knows how long ago it was when he passed though it. I am there now, not centuries ago. I tell him I do not want to be alone all of my life and I cannot compete much less compare myself to the other males coming of age. I am nothing, and have nothing, to stand out from them. I’ve nothing to offer to the opposite sex.
My reply? If you can call it that...He told me to strip. Awkwardly, I do so. I’ve learned the hard way many times, from his odd way of teaching, that despite how I oppose his ideas or methods, he usually is right in the end. So grudgingly, I obey. Not that he hasn’t seen me without clothing before, but still. I am both insecure and shy about this. Much I am still learning about myself and now my body.
He smiles, stepping closer to me. I can’t help but look up to him, so to speak. He was so secure about himself, so like the rest of his kind. I mean looking up by metaphor however, for I am taller than he is, and weight far more, but I still have the thin body of youth, not quite the broad muscled form of a man. He raises a clawed hand to my chin, a gentle, serene look to his eyes that never seems to leave. With in his sunset gold adn poppy orange eyes I see the depth of knowledge and understanding, something beyond words.
The situation has not changed still. I am still standing,, very unclad, and clueless as to why. I ask, and he smiles again, the warm twisting of his dark lips. He waves me to follow, taking a walking route he would otherwise not take with me if he were traveling alone. I follow him. One thing that I have over his kind; I have more grace on the ground than they do. They were slow, if not nearly clumsy because of how their bodies are made. They were made for the skies I would never feel, and the cliffs I could barely climb. I watched, he lead me to the outside. Outside his chambers. In the galley there were many of his kind gathered, flitting about in their playful, nearly carefree ways, procuring food from those who vended it, talking and chatting amongst themselves.
Few notice me at first. then I felt a gentle push, One of Janos’ strong hands pushing against my back and leading me down a ramp. After walking a few meters I began to catch curious eyes upon me. Those who did were of all ages. Then a male flits over to me. I then realize that Janos is many feet behind me, leading me and watching over me, but pushing me away, to force me to discover on my own.
I look at the male. Perhaps in seasons, he looked a few more than I was, but I knew better. Adolescence in his race lasted far longer than in mine. I matured this far in eighteen seasons, where the other male could have been four hundred years of age. He was beautiful. Like many, his sparse clothing made flight easier, it also left much skin exposed. I ached to touch it for I’ve never touched or felt the skin of another. Wrapped over lean muscle, accented by linens...I felt a slight burn start inside.
The male chuckled, walking around me and examining me. I felt the brush of his hand against my skin, over my back and just brushing the top of my rear. It made the burning worse. The male chuckled again and flitted away.
I looked back at Janos, my expression perhaps one to rise another chortle from him. I knew a pout had crossed my paler lips, but still...I cursed silently as he bade me to move forward again. He forced me to cross the path of a couple females that was conversing a few more meters in front of me. As I walked closer, I felt a flush across my skin, it burning and turning red down the length of my body as they looked at me and tittered to one another.
They walked over to me, the burning red of my skin growing more intense. One nuzzled my stomach, while the other seemed to intently examine me. They giggled to each other again and one brave one touching me below. I didn’t know if the blush across my skin had grown more intense or not, but they giggled again and nearly danced away, their lithe bodies swirling in the delicate fabrics that barely covered them.
Teases! Perhaps that was the lesson of the day. Teases, all of them! They tease me with their bodies and appearance. They touch me in places I’ve never been touched before, look me over with their critical, golden/orange eyes, and then prance away before I can figure out what they are doing. Behind me, Janos encourages me all the while. Oh a burning anger turns in my stomach, blending with the fire they have engaged.
Angry, I turn and walk past him and back to our chambers. Why did he do this to me? Why did he make me expose myself so and do nothing to stop everyone from looking me over like a piece of meat? I am more than mere flesh! I am more than a simple pet!
Janos calmly walked in behind me, catching up easily with me. I glare at him, declare the source of my rage. What do I get this time? Yet another of those laughs. Ugh! He angers me more.
My eyes went wide as he simply walked over, putting his strong hands upon my shoulders then looked up at me. One hand went to my paler hair and pushed my head down, forcing my lips to touch his. Shocked, I pull away. What is he thinking?
The Ancient walks over to me, gentle in his pursuit. He catches me again then whispers in my ear....
"You hunted successfully, you brought those deer on the anniversary of your birth two weeks ago," his voice came with a purr I’ve never heard it do before. "You earned your rite as an adult and I have shown you are available. But there is one more thing I must teach before you choose you next step in life...."
He purred again in my ear, the luxurious sound of an overly happy cat, and then licked it. I gave him a curious looks, my head tilting to the side. What did he mean by teach one more thing? I soon found out...
He lead me again, away from the pile of clothes I had left in the other room to his sleeping chambers. My own was close by, but we walked past them into his. He lead me t his bed and I watched as he fussed over a few fallen feathers, then stripped as well. In his number of years, he was still as beautiful as younger members of his kind. I looked him over, never having seen him like this, my eyes traveling over his body and down until I blushed again.
He chuckled as he walked over, guiding me to sit, then lie back as he moved over me. I looked at him curiously, wondering what he could possibly mean to do now...a more than warm smile met and returned to me, his head dipping to nibble at my softer skin. His touch was...electric? How could I truly define something I’ve never done before...I’ve never done anything like this...
He took me that night like a lover, teaching my with his lips and tongue the means and ways two passionate adults looked and took to one another. I enjoyed repeating what he just taught me as well, loving the feel, the pleased sounds that came from him, watching his fine featured face in ecstasy as I repeated well what he had done for me. We continued....
Until he finally pinned me with a small, ravenous sound. Apparently I had awakened something inside him he hadn’t used in some time. Something hungry...
I was helplessly pinned, wrapped in silky ebony feathers and warm flesh as he lowered himself over me again, having put oil upon his stiff member and manipulated me into the position he wanted. I held to him for dear life as he pushed, entering me where I never thought one would go. It ached, yes, but in his purred words he promised to me more pleasure, like that I’d felt before. I felt the end of his hard length push inside, slowly, then coming to a rest as the widest part rested within me. He then slowly finished, sliding all of it inside and we lie, joined for a time.
I looked at him, his head dipped and resting on my shoulder, sweat gathering in his hair and at his temples, panting and shaking. I could tell he was holding himself back, though not nearly as intense as the blood thirst I’d seen him suffer before. I looked at him, seeing trembling passion before me, then my line of thought was broken, him starting to move inside me. I clung to him as desperately as a fledgling as he moved, low purring moans coming from him as he worked to be my first lover.
I clung, as desperate as if I were falling and he my lifeline, holding him and feeling his wings tremble around me as his body moved rhythmically, speed building with his level of passion until he plummeted over the edge, moaning and scalding fluid pouring inside me. He looked into my eyes, a near feral look, one hand touching my own stiff length and I followed him over the peak.
I will always remember that night. The night I learned the last pieces of adulthood and was then an adult of their kind. I still felt shy around them, still unable to truly feel compatible to their beauty. But at least I then knew, I was an adult, an equal to them. One of them in my own way...
~ Fin
Author: crazydragon33
Fandom: Legacy of Kain
Type: het/yaoi mentionings
Pairing/Characters: Janos/Vorador/random ancients
Rating: NC-17 - *shrugs* has nudity, yaoi, humping etc...
.
Summary: Vorador is uncomfy living and being raised amongst the Ancients. To cure this, Janos makes him step out amongst his kind...less than appropriately dressed
Disclaimer: I dun own LoK!
Notes: First posty here ^_^
Challenge: Embarrassing Adults
(Vorador’s POV)
I hate myself. Every time I look into the piece of polished bronze mirror we have I hate myself more. Amongst his kind, I am a freak. I am paler than all of them, my skin based on a cream color rather than their skyish cyan. My hair is light, where theirs is dark. I maybe be young, far from an adult much less the mature adult Janos is. The youth of his kind are as beautiful as the adults. Graceful, lean...Just looking at them makes my awakening body ache.
Yes...It’s that time for me. I am coming of age...just a couple years away from adulthood. I can’t help but compare myself to them. I’ve been amongst them most of my life, ever since Janos found me and saved me that winter so long ago. Most of his kind sees me as a sort of pet. My race is primitive, scuttling creatures compared to their civilization and beauty. A beauty that makes the ache all the more...
I tell Janos this. He chuckles and pats me on the head. Sure, he’s past this age. Who knows how long ago it was when he passed though it. I am there now, not centuries ago. I tell him I do not want to be alone all of my life and I cannot compete much less compare myself to the other males coming of age. I am nothing, and have nothing, to stand out from them. I’ve nothing to offer to the opposite sex.
My reply? If you can call it that...He told me to strip. Awkwardly, I do so. I’ve learned the hard way many times, from his odd way of teaching, that despite how I oppose his ideas or methods, he usually is right in the end. So grudgingly, I obey. Not that he hasn’t seen me without clothing before, but still. I am both insecure and shy about this. Much I am still learning about myself and now my body.
He smiles, stepping closer to me. I can’t help but look up to him, so to speak. He was so secure about himself, so like the rest of his kind. I mean looking up by metaphor however, for I am taller than he is, and weight far more, but I still have the thin body of youth, not quite the broad muscled form of a man. He raises a clawed hand to my chin, a gentle, serene look to his eyes that never seems to leave. With in his sunset gold adn poppy orange eyes I see the depth of knowledge and understanding, something beyond words.
The situation has not changed still. I am still standing,, very unclad, and clueless as to why. I ask, and he smiles again, the warm twisting of his dark lips. He waves me to follow, taking a walking route he would otherwise not take with me if he were traveling alone. I follow him. One thing that I have over his kind; I have more grace on the ground than they do. They were slow, if not nearly clumsy because of how their bodies are made. They were made for the skies I would never feel, and the cliffs I could barely climb. I watched, he lead me to the outside. Outside his chambers. In the galley there were many of his kind gathered, flitting about in their playful, nearly carefree ways, procuring food from those who vended it, talking and chatting amongst themselves.
Few notice me at first. then I felt a gentle push, One of Janos’ strong hands pushing against my back and leading me down a ramp. After walking a few meters I began to catch curious eyes upon me. Those who did were of all ages. Then a male flits over to me. I then realize that Janos is many feet behind me, leading me and watching over me, but pushing me away, to force me to discover on my own.
I look at the male. Perhaps in seasons, he looked a few more than I was, but I knew better. Adolescence in his race lasted far longer than in mine. I matured this far in eighteen seasons, where the other male could have been four hundred years of age. He was beautiful. Like many, his sparse clothing made flight easier, it also left much skin exposed. I ached to touch it for I’ve never touched or felt the skin of another. Wrapped over lean muscle, accented by linens...I felt a slight burn start inside.
The male chuckled, walking around me and examining me. I felt the brush of his hand against my skin, over my back and just brushing the top of my rear. It made the burning worse. The male chuckled again and flitted away.
I looked back at Janos, my expression perhaps one to rise another chortle from him. I knew a pout had crossed my paler lips, but still...I cursed silently as he bade me to move forward again. He forced me to cross the path of a couple females that was conversing a few more meters in front of me. As I walked closer, I felt a flush across my skin, it burning and turning red down the length of my body as they looked at me and tittered to one another.
They walked over to me, the burning red of my skin growing more intense. One nuzzled my stomach, while the other seemed to intently examine me. They giggled to each other again and one brave one touching me below. I didn’t know if the blush across my skin had grown more intense or not, but they giggled again and nearly danced away, their lithe bodies swirling in the delicate fabrics that barely covered them.
Teases! Perhaps that was the lesson of the day. Teases, all of them! They tease me with their bodies and appearance. They touch me in places I’ve never been touched before, look me over with their critical, golden/orange eyes, and then prance away before I can figure out what they are doing. Behind me, Janos encourages me all the while. Oh a burning anger turns in my stomach, blending with the fire they have engaged.
Angry, I turn and walk past him and back to our chambers. Why did he do this to me? Why did he make me expose myself so and do nothing to stop everyone from looking me over like a piece of meat? I am more than mere flesh! I am more than a simple pet!
Janos calmly walked in behind me, catching up easily with me. I glare at him, declare the source of my rage. What do I get this time? Yet another of those laughs. Ugh! He angers me more.
My eyes went wide as he simply walked over, putting his strong hands upon my shoulders then looked up at me. One hand went to my paler hair and pushed my head down, forcing my lips to touch his. Shocked, I pull away. What is he thinking?
The Ancient walks over to me, gentle in his pursuit. He catches me again then whispers in my ear....
"You hunted successfully, you brought those deer on the anniversary of your birth two weeks ago," his voice came with a purr I’ve never heard it do before. "You earned your rite as an adult and I have shown you are available. But there is one more thing I must teach before you choose you next step in life...."
He purred again in my ear, the luxurious sound of an overly happy cat, and then licked it. I gave him a curious looks, my head tilting to the side. What did he mean by teach one more thing? I soon found out...
He lead me again, away from the pile of clothes I had left in the other room to his sleeping chambers. My own was close by, but we walked past them into his. He lead me t his bed and I watched as he fussed over a few fallen feathers, then stripped as well. In his number of years, he was still as beautiful as younger members of his kind. I looked him over, never having seen him like this, my eyes traveling over his body and down until I blushed again.
He chuckled as he walked over, guiding me to sit, then lie back as he moved over me. I looked at him curiously, wondering what he could possibly mean to do now...a more than warm smile met and returned to me, his head dipping to nibble at my softer skin. His touch was...electric? How could I truly define something I’ve never done before...I’ve never done anything like this...
He took me that night like a lover, teaching my with his lips and tongue the means and ways two passionate adults looked and took to one another. I enjoyed repeating what he just taught me as well, loving the feel, the pleased sounds that came from him, watching his fine featured face in ecstasy as I repeated well what he had done for me. We continued....
Until he finally pinned me with a small, ravenous sound. Apparently I had awakened something inside him he hadn’t used in some time. Something hungry...
I was helplessly pinned, wrapped in silky ebony feathers and warm flesh as he lowered himself over me again, having put oil upon his stiff member and manipulated me into the position he wanted. I held to him for dear life as he pushed, entering me where I never thought one would go. It ached, yes, but in his purred words he promised to me more pleasure, like that I’d felt before. I felt the end of his hard length push inside, slowly, then coming to a rest as the widest part rested within me. He then slowly finished, sliding all of it inside and we lie, joined for a time.
I looked at him, his head dipped and resting on my shoulder, sweat gathering in his hair and at his temples, panting and shaking. I could tell he was holding himself back, though not nearly as intense as the blood thirst I’d seen him suffer before. I looked at him, seeing trembling passion before me, then my line of thought was broken, him starting to move inside me. I clung to him as desperately as a fledgling as he moved, low purring moans coming from him as he worked to be my first lover.
I clung, as desperate as if I were falling and he my lifeline, holding him and feeling his wings tremble around me as his body moved rhythmically, speed building with his level of passion until he plummeted over the edge, moaning and scalding fluid pouring inside me. He looked into my eyes, a near feral look, one hand touching my own stiff length and I followed him over the peak.
I will always remember that night. The night I learned the last pieces of adulthood and was then an adult of their kind. I still felt shy around them, still unable to truly feel compatible to their beauty. But at least I then knew, I was an adult, an equal to them. One of them in my own way...
~ Fin