Taste Blood That's Drying
Title: Taste Blood That's Drying
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Wrestling
Pairing: Undertaker/Kane (Mark/Kane)
Warnings: Vampirism, blood drinking, implied sexual content
Word Count: 1,034
Notes: A vampire!AU because I can. Also because I want a 'verse and why not a supernatural one? Will have other parts. For Challenge #11 - Picture Prompt at writerverse
Prompt: Dusk at dark_fantasy_bingo and this picture at writerverse
Summary: It's time for The Council of Elders once again, but Kane has a bad feeling about this one and he can't quite shake it.
"There's something in the air. I can feel it." Kane rumbles from the safety of the darkness of the house.
Mark glances back at Kane. He's standing on the porch, studying the ever-darkening sky. The dying sunlight doesn't bother him much anymore, but he's had much longer to get used to it than Kane has. "There is, but it doesn't concern you."
"What is it?" Kane asks, risking a step closer.
"Nothing meant for you. Don't worry about it. Go inside." Mark orders, turning around and heading back inside the house.
Kane steps aside and lets his Sire pass him before following. He glances over his shoulder at the fading blue sky as the heavy, dark clouds descended over it. There's something old and powerful coming this way. He wants to know what it is, but Mark clearly isn't in the mood to tell him and he doesn't want to risk going outside, even in this fading sunlight. He's got the scars to prove that that isn't a good idea.
Mark is standing in front of the window, having parted the curtains just enough so that he can see out, but the sun doesn't creep in all that much. Not that there's a whole lot of sun left.
Kane steps in front of the fireplace and studies it for a moment, debating on whether or not to communicate with the fire spirits and get them to tell him what he wants to know, but he knows Mark will be angry if he does that without Mark's consent and so he doesn't.
"Come here." Mark lets the curtain fall shut, once more blocking out the light and letting the living room be sumberged in darkness once more.
Kane moves to stand beside Mark and Mark turns to face him. Kane resists the urge to squirm under Mark's intense scrunity.
"You wish to know what is happening out there?" Mark nods towards the window.
"Yes, Sire." Kane murmurs, tongue flicking over his fangs, a nervous gesture.
"It is a gathering of the Elders. I have to go, but you must stay here." Mark explains.
"Why?" Kane demands. He does not like the idea of being away from Mark. There are those out there that wish Mark harm and Kane cannot allow that.
"Because you are not an Elder. I told you this day would come. Don't worry, none would be stupid enough to try to take their revenge on me here. This is my territory." Mark smirks, fangs resting on his bottom lip.
Kane is still frowning and so Mark reaches up and strokes his cheek. "Everything will be fine."
"You say that now." Kane huffs, pulling away from Mark.
"I assure you that no harm will come to me and none will come to you while I am away." Mark says, pulling Kane close to him.
"I am not happy about this. You should take me with you." Kane leans in and drags his tongue along Mark's jaw, avoiding his neck.
"I would if I could, but you are not allowed and even I do not go against the Rules of the Elders." Mark tilts his head to the side, allowing his fledgling more access.
"You are an Elder. Rewrite the Rules." Kane mutters into Mark's skin.
Mark laughs, pushing Kane far enough back that he can look him in the eye. "The Rules have been around far longer than I, Kane. I do not dare disrespect them."
"Yes, Sire." Kane whispers, lowering his head, letting his hair cover the unhappy expression on his face.
Mark tips Kane's head back up and kisses him roughly. Kane clutches at Mark, feeling Mark's fangs pierce his lip and Mark lap at the blood that wells to the surface of the wound. Kane moans, the heady taste of his own blood turning him on as Mark sucks at the wound, drawing even more blood from him.
"Come on. Give me a proper farewell before I go." Mark smirks, breaking the kiss, blood dripping down his chin.
Kane exhales harshly, but he can't help glancing at the window, feeling that heaviness in the air. Mark follows his gaze and sighs, untangling himself from his fledgling. He grasps Kane's wrist and guides him outside, soothing his flinch at going out into the sunlight with a quick pulse of power through their bond. Mark will protect him.
They stand out in the middle of the dirt road and stare up at the sky. Mark stretches out the hand that's not holding onto Kane towards the sky and rolls his eyes back into his head. Lightening flashes and crackles across the sky, thunder booming along behind it. Kane shivers at the feel of Mark's endless powers as they spark along his nerves.
Mark turns to face him, eyes back to their usual green, though slightly more electric. "You see? No harm can come to us here."
Kane nods and stares up at the sky, still uneasy. Something is bound to happen and he isn't sure that Mark is going to be prepared for it.
The air stays heavy and thick with power it makes Kane restless, despite Mark's attempts at distracting the fledgling.
Something is going to happen. That much, Kane is sure. He just doesn't know what or how or when, but he knows something will happen. Even the fires are restless with it.
"Kane." Mark says, voice firm and crackling with power.
Kane is helpless against his Sire. "Yes?"
"I already told you. Nothing is going to happen to you or to me. This is just a Council of the Elders. Something that happens every decade. You know this. I've told you this. Stop worrying about things that aren't going to happen." Mark commands.
"Yes, Sire." Kane bows his head, a show of respect.
Mark nods. "Good. Now let us spend some time together before I must go."
He holds out his hand and Kane takes it, allowing Mark to lead him into their bedroom.
He casts a wary look at the window one last time before focusing on his Sire and how to please him.
Stil, even with the distraction his Sire provides, he still can't shake the worry.
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Wrestling
Pairing: Undertaker/Kane (Mark/Kane)
Warnings: Vampirism, blood drinking, implied sexual content
Word Count: 1,034
Notes: A vampire!AU because I can. Also because I want a 'verse and why not a supernatural one? Will have other parts. For Challenge #11 - Picture Prompt at writerverse
Prompt: Dusk at dark_fantasy_bingo and this picture at writerverse
Summary: It's time for The Council of Elders once again, but Kane has a bad feeling about this one and he can't quite shake it.
"There's something in the air. I can feel it." Kane rumbles from the safety of the darkness of the house.
Mark glances back at Kane. He's standing on the porch, studying the ever-darkening sky. The dying sunlight doesn't bother him much anymore, but he's had much longer to get used to it than Kane has. "There is, but it doesn't concern you."
"What is it?" Kane asks, risking a step closer.
"Nothing meant for you. Don't worry about it. Go inside." Mark orders, turning around and heading back inside the house.
Kane steps aside and lets his Sire pass him before following. He glances over his shoulder at the fading blue sky as the heavy, dark clouds descended over it. There's something old and powerful coming this way. He wants to know what it is, but Mark clearly isn't in the mood to tell him and he doesn't want to risk going outside, even in this fading sunlight. He's got the scars to prove that that isn't a good idea.
Mark is standing in front of the window, having parted the curtains just enough so that he can see out, but the sun doesn't creep in all that much. Not that there's a whole lot of sun left.
Kane steps in front of the fireplace and studies it for a moment, debating on whether or not to communicate with the fire spirits and get them to tell him what he wants to know, but he knows Mark will be angry if he does that without Mark's consent and so he doesn't.
"Come here." Mark lets the curtain fall shut, once more blocking out the light and letting the living room be sumberged in darkness once more.
Kane moves to stand beside Mark and Mark turns to face him. Kane resists the urge to squirm under Mark's intense scrunity.
"You wish to know what is happening out there?" Mark nods towards the window.
"Yes, Sire." Kane murmurs, tongue flicking over his fangs, a nervous gesture.
"It is a gathering of the Elders. I have to go, but you must stay here." Mark explains.
"Why?" Kane demands. He does not like the idea of being away from Mark. There are those out there that wish Mark harm and Kane cannot allow that.
"Because you are not an Elder. I told you this day would come. Don't worry, none would be stupid enough to try to take their revenge on me here. This is my territory." Mark smirks, fangs resting on his bottom lip.
Kane is still frowning and so Mark reaches up and strokes his cheek. "Everything will be fine."
"You say that now." Kane huffs, pulling away from Mark.
"I assure you that no harm will come to me and none will come to you while I am away." Mark says, pulling Kane close to him.
"I am not happy about this. You should take me with you." Kane leans in and drags his tongue along Mark's jaw, avoiding his neck.
"I would if I could, but you are not allowed and even I do not go against the Rules of the Elders." Mark tilts his head to the side, allowing his fledgling more access.
"You are an Elder. Rewrite the Rules." Kane mutters into Mark's skin.
Mark laughs, pushing Kane far enough back that he can look him in the eye. "The Rules have been around far longer than I, Kane. I do not dare disrespect them."
"Yes, Sire." Kane whispers, lowering his head, letting his hair cover the unhappy expression on his face.
Mark tips Kane's head back up and kisses him roughly. Kane clutches at Mark, feeling Mark's fangs pierce his lip and Mark lap at the blood that wells to the surface of the wound. Kane moans, the heady taste of his own blood turning him on as Mark sucks at the wound, drawing even more blood from him.
"Come on. Give me a proper farewell before I go." Mark smirks, breaking the kiss, blood dripping down his chin.
Kane exhales harshly, but he can't help glancing at the window, feeling that heaviness in the air. Mark follows his gaze and sighs, untangling himself from his fledgling. He grasps Kane's wrist and guides him outside, soothing his flinch at going out into the sunlight with a quick pulse of power through their bond. Mark will protect him.
They stand out in the middle of the dirt road and stare up at the sky. Mark stretches out the hand that's not holding onto Kane towards the sky and rolls his eyes back into his head. Lightening flashes and crackles across the sky, thunder booming along behind it. Kane shivers at the feel of Mark's endless powers as they spark along his nerves.
Mark turns to face him, eyes back to their usual green, though slightly more electric. "You see? No harm can come to us here."
Kane nods and stares up at the sky, still uneasy. Something is bound to happen and he isn't sure that Mark is going to be prepared for it.
The air stays heavy and thick with power it makes Kane restless, despite Mark's attempts at distracting the fledgling.
Something is going to happen. That much, Kane is sure. He just doesn't know what or how or when, but he knows something will happen. Even the fires are restless with it.
"Kane." Mark says, voice firm and crackling with power.
Kane is helpless against his Sire. "Yes?"
"I already told you. Nothing is going to happen to you or to me. This is just a Council of the Elders. Something that happens every decade. You know this. I've told you this. Stop worrying about things that aren't going to happen." Mark commands.
"Yes, Sire." Kane bows his head, a show of respect.
Mark nods. "Good. Now let us spend some time together before I must go."
He holds out his hand and Kane takes it, allowing Mark to lead him into their bedroom.
He casts a wary look at the window one last time before focusing on his Sire and how to please him.
Stil, even with the distraction his Sire provides, he still can't shake the worry.