Talents (Legacy of Kain, NC-17, Yaoi, Raziel / Janos Audron)
Title: Talents
Author: Emerald Embers
Fandom: Legacy of Kain
Type: Yaoi
Pairing: Raziel / Janos Audron
Rating: NC-17 for m/m sex and... /sort/ of necrophilia, only that in this case the corpse would be moving.
Disclaimer: Eidos own Janos and Raziel, I do not, and while they are probably deeply ashamed that anyone would do this with their characters, I mean no offense and am making no money.
Notes: Ran slightly over the 75-minute limit, my apologies, but this thing wants to be longer [and, alas, it shows]. I may have to go back and work on it some more before plonking it on my site ^_^. Somewhat AU setting where Raziel got to spend more time with Janos than he had a chance to in the game; I guess this would probably be set after... say... a week. I dunno.
Dedicated: kwobtchan, crimsonobsessor, neofox, nancyboynoire, any Janos & Raziel fans I forgot to mention, and the gross necrophiliacs out there who make my minor fetish seem more acceptable. Oh, and my mate Jessica, who's taking me out to dinner tonight. Huzzah!
Feedback: Plenty, please! I want to know what people think.
Raziel stroked along the Blood Reaver, every inch of his body torn between picking up the sword and destroying it. "Raziel?" Janos called from the other side of the room, spear in hand. "Do you want to practise for a moment?"
Raziel would have smirked bitterly, if he had lips. "I can assure you, I've had more than enough experience with swords since my resurrection."
Janos nodded before twirling the spear above his head, then at his side before resuming an almost priestly stance, not looking ready for battle at all. "I'm sure you have survival and opportunism down to an art, but when was the last time you actually enjoyed a fight?" Janos smiled at Raziel's lack of response. "I thought so. Come here, play a little."
Raziel raised where an eyebrow should have been, and walked over to the winged vampire, summoning the Soul Reaver. "As you wish."
"I suppose I cannot advise you to hold your blade's handle loosely now, can I?" Janos gestured to the wraith blade with a smile, before holding his own spear across his chest, edge pointing outwards and ready to strike. "Shall we dance?"
Raziel rushed at Janos, finding the wraith blade's path blocked easily by Janos' spear, which was pulled away and twirled around once more. "Desperate moves are only dangerous in desperate hands, Raziel. You can take your time with me." Ignoring Janos' comment for the moment, the reaver swung his blade out quickly again, finding his opponent's spear blocking the way once more. "Raziel," Janos' voice lowered, sounding as close to threatening as he ever managed.
"Fine," The reaver muttered before making a slower hacking motion by Janos' shoulder, pulling the sword away from Janos' block and swinging it around to hit his opposing thigh - this time finally connecting. "Are you hurt?" Janos laughed, shaking his head.
"Do you really think I am foolish enough to voluntarily go against the Reaver without any protection?" A moment's pause and he reached out, ran a finger carefully over the spirit blade. "If I had been trying harder, I would have blocked that shot. But your previous moves had lulled me into a mild sense of security; for that reason, it can often help to have your enemy underestimate you." Raziel's eyes showed how he should have been smiling at that statement, before the fight resumed.
~~~
Once Raziel had started dealing a few too many winning hits to Janos, his faith in the ancient's magical protection began to falter, and he eventually decided to quit the fight rather than risk seriously hurting Janos; a few blows had come within inches of impaling the winged vampire. Instead, he now leant against the wall, watching Janos in practise. Quick jabs, long strikes, elaborate playing movements that showed off his skill. His robes by and large seemed to work well with his motions, occasionally wrapping around his legs slightly but never restricting him enough to be problematic. "Raziel, I can't read your mind but there's a blatant question on your face in need of an answer. What troubles you?"
Raziel stared at Janos for a moment then, surprised that Janos had noticed. "I doubt you can answer - I want to know what happens now. I'd like to stay here for..." He paused, considering. "Forever. I have no wish to leave. But I know something will stop me, something always does."
Janos ceased his practise then, slotting his spear into a holding brace on the wall. "Your destiny will run its own course at its own pace. A change will come eventually, but I can't tell you when." The winged vampire looked out the window at the lightening sky. "It's obscenely late, I should sleep."
Raziel turned around, thankful his muscles were not capable of blushing as Janos started unfastening his robes, but quickly found Janos' hand on his shoulder. "If I'm making you uncomfortable, I'll sleep in these-"
"No, it's- your home, it's your choice what you sleep in."
Janos paused before raising his hand to Raziel's upper jaw and tilting it towards him. "If you can't watch, you're clearly uncomfortable. You're hiding something."
Raziel rolled his eyes a little before he pointed at the mirror in front of him, first at his reflection, then at Janos'. "I used to look handsome, once. You make me wish that I had been more like you, when I was still beautiful."
Janos' eyes softened in understanding before he released Raziel's shoulder, his expression growing slightly tense. "You would not like being me. Your life may be violent, but in some ways..." Janos stopped, stroked lightly over the coarse material of Raziel's clan drape. "The loneliness would have driven you mad, Raziel, if you had been made to live my life. I've had... trouble enough of my own." Another pause, then a small smile. "Besides - you're not very unattractive, Raziel."
Raziel laughed hoarsely at that, folding his arms and narrowing his eyes. "I am hideous. There are creatures in the physical and the spirit realm that need only take one look at me before choosing to run away, usually screaming."
Janos tightened his grip on Raziel's drape before tugging it away from his jaw carefully, and lowering it onto a chair to keep it clean. "Raziel, look at yourself. You are still beautiful. Admittedly, a different beauty to what I had expected - but it's there." Raziel narrowed his eyes and reached for his drape before Janos caught his hand, tone frustrated. "Look, Raziel. Take a proper look at how you are now, and not in relation to how you used to be. It's futile to think about your past appearance; you can never be that way again because circumstances have changed." A hand stroked up across claws, bandaging, and bared muscles. "You're strong. You're graceful. And your eyes... see for yourself." Raziel obeyed with reluctance, viewing only another soul like the thousands he had consumed. "That is you. That is why so many people have been able to manipulate you, or know things that you've tried to hide about yourself. Our eyes can disguise our souls; yours cannot."
Raziel's eyes expressed his curiosity, then realisation before he glanced at Janos' hands on his arms, claws so similar to his own in ways. "Janos..?"
The living vampire nodded slowly at the question on Raziel's face when their eyes met again, and brought his hand up to rest against Raziel's cheek, running a finger carefully along Raziel's upper jaw. "I haven't lied to you, Raziel."
The stunned reaver raised his hand with uncertainty to Janos' own cheek - soft, warm and smooth where his showed what it had endured clearly. "Why?"
Janos shook his head, a smile playing on his lips. "I'm not sure. Perhaps because I've been alone for centuries, perhaps because you've been important to me all my life, perhaps simply because I miss having around people who refuse to judge me at first glance."
Raziel looked up and down Janos' body, then at his own in the mirror for a brief moment. "Janos, I can't-"
Raziel paused mid-sentence, uncertain how to best tell Janos what he was thinking without being coarse. Thankfully, the ancient took over for him. "I know. But I think - I believe I know some ways I can... please you. You can't peak, but you can still feel the difference between what is painful and what is soothing." Raziel seemed uncertain, but the light hand on his jaw felt unreal after so much violence - tenderness had been foreign to him for centuries now, and it took most of the will he could muster not to throw Janos off him when the winged vampire placed a kiss half-on his jaw, half-against one of his fangs.
Janos tilted his head, waiting for an answer, as his free hand trailed lightly over Raziel's claws, reminding him how they could be used when not killing, maiming and threatening others. "I'm not sure how I can do anything for you but... I'll try."
Janos nodded and smiled before finishing removing his robes and laying them on top of Raziel's drape, nodding towards the bed. Still feeling like he was having the singularly most bizarre dream of his life, Raziel walked across and lay down, trying to get as comfortable as possible while Janos knelt over him. The reaver had never imagined experiencing something as strange as watching Janos' head disappearing below his jaw, followed by a flicker of the ancient's tongue across his spine inside his neck. Carefully, Raziel ran his claws across Janos' bared back, brushing against the base of Janos' wings and causing them to involuntarily flare up slightly. "Raziel," Janos mumbled in between kissing and licking along his spine, "I've tried to keep my wings folded for a reason. If you make them unfold fully they'll hit you, and unfortunately my back muscles don't know their own strength." Raziel nodded slightly, shifting his claws away from Janos' wings as the ancient pulled away from his neck, moving down to Raziel's chest. Janos smiled up at the reaver before licking along one of his ribs, sucking on the barely-covered bone's tip as one hand reached inside Raziel's chest and brushed his spine, the other resting against Raziel's back, confusing the reaver's senses with his dual touch.
Raziel gently shoved Janos off his chest after a moment and sat up, unlacing the ancient's trousers and easing them down and off his legs carefully. A sudden fruitless urge to kiss the living vampire came over him as he leaned forward, one set of claws closing around his lover's erection. "I hope you can enjoy this," he murmured as he rested his head against Janos', his neck feeling his lover's breath quickening. A brief moment later, Janos took Raziel's free hand away from stroking through his hair and lowered it to his hips, before leaning back slightly so Raziel could see his eyes.
"Would you do this for me?"
Raziel was no fool, remembering from his days as a vampire how very, very much this could hurt if not done properly. "Do you have something to make it... easier?"
Janos smirked a little before tracing a pattern in the air and mumbling a few words under his breath, then nodding. "Try now." Raziel's eyes widened as the claw on Janos' rear felt lubrication that had definitely not been there before, and slid inside the living vampire with relative ease, into intense warmth he had never imagined an immortal being could possess. After regaining his composure a little, Janos stroked a hand through Raziel's hair and laughed a little at the reaver's expression. "I can support most of my home with magic. You shouldn't be surprised that magic has other uses."
Raziel found himself laughing back quietly before he eased his claw out slightly and pushed it back in deeper, causing Janos to moan incoherently and slide his hands down to Raziel's shoulders, gripping them tightly. "Janos, you're hurting me," Raziel complained before shrugging his shoulders to ease the ache in them. "I'm not moving anything until you let go of my arms."
Janos nodded and lowered his hands to support himself on the bed, easing his wings out and up slightly to prevent himself sitting on them by accident. "Better?"
"Better." Raziel had never wished so hard to be able to smile.
~~~
Janos panted for breath against Raziel's shoulder while his body desperately tried to decide if it wanted more of the claw inside of him or the hand on his erection, as he couldn't yet split himself and have more of both. "Raziel-", he pleaded aimlessly, receiving only a somewhat awkward nuzzle in return. "Raziel, please, please - oh god!" He had seconds left if he was lucky and he knew it, as did Raziel who had long since stopped blinking to avoid missing any of Janos' changing expressions as the tension started to become too much for him. The sound levels started to rise, and some strange part of both of them hoped that the remaining Sarafan outside heard how the creature they despised was in ecstasy, gasping sobs of pleasure escaping his lips before he finally came, hard and hot over Raziel's hand, the claw inside him suddenly aching again but so welcome and letting him feel so full.
Raziel wiped his hand against Janos' bedspread before raising his hand to Janos' face, brushing his claws carefully across Janos' lips. "You're beautiful," the reaver whispered, resting his head against the winged vampire's before easing his other hand out of Janos and stroking down Janos' wings. Wetness hit his claws and he pulled away from Janos' neck, looking at the tears streaking the winged-being's cheeks with curiosity. "Janos?"
"I... I should have told you," Janos replied between wiping his tears away with one hand.
"You... didn't want this?"
"Raziel, I wanted this with every fibre of my being, but I should have let you know our destiny first. I - don't have long to live."
"Isn't your race... immortal?"
"We are, yes, but it was prophesied... I was destined to die after bestowing the Reaver on you. I've stolen time that I'm not supposed to have..."
Raziel raised his arms, slipping them around Janos' chest and into the trapped warmth beneath his wings. The need for future history to make sense suddenly seemed cruel and unfair; why couldn't another ancient have been mistakenly called the last, another ancient that had sired Vorador? Janos was kind and gentle and there was no reason, not a single decent reason other than to help history, for him to die. "How long do we have left?"
"I am... uncertain. The worst part of it is... I want to die. It was my duty that bound me here. I'm tired, and even with you here and Vorador out in the swamp, I'm still lonely." He paused before easing out of Raziel's arms and brushing aside the hand Raziel reached out to wipe away his tears. "I should leave you, I'm sorry for being so cruel." Raziel grabbed Janos' hand and squeezed it.
"Don't leave. If your death is coming soon, I want to help out. I will not let you die slowly, or alone." The reaver leant forward, using his weight to press Janos down against the bed. "And if possible, I'd rather you died happy."
Janos flushed as strongly muscled legs trapped his own from moving very far, then nodded slightly in acceptance. "If you... insist, I suppose I can accept." Raziel felt the need to smile return stronger than ever.
"I thought so too."
End!
Author: Emerald Embers
Fandom: Legacy of Kain
Type: Yaoi
Pairing: Raziel / Janos Audron
Rating: NC-17 for m/m sex and... /sort/ of necrophilia, only that in this case the corpse would be moving.
Disclaimer: Eidos own Janos and Raziel, I do not, and while they are probably deeply ashamed that anyone would do this with their characters, I mean no offense and am making no money.
Notes: Ran slightly over the 75-minute limit, my apologies, but this thing wants to be longer [and, alas, it shows]. I may have to go back and work on it some more before plonking it on my site ^_^. Somewhat AU setting where Raziel got to spend more time with Janos than he had a chance to in the game; I guess this would probably be set after... say... a week. I dunno.
Dedicated: kwobtchan, crimsonobsessor, neofox, nancyboynoire, any Janos & Raziel fans I forgot to mention, and the gross necrophiliacs out there who make my minor fetish seem more acceptable. Oh, and my mate Jessica, who's taking me out to dinner tonight. Huzzah!
Feedback: Plenty, please! I want to know what people think.
Raziel stroked along the Blood Reaver, every inch of his body torn between picking up the sword and destroying it. "Raziel?" Janos called from the other side of the room, spear in hand. "Do you want to practise for a moment?"
Raziel would have smirked bitterly, if he had lips. "I can assure you, I've had more than enough experience with swords since my resurrection."
Janos nodded before twirling the spear above his head, then at his side before resuming an almost priestly stance, not looking ready for battle at all. "I'm sure you have survival and opportunism down to an art, but when was the last time you actually enjoyed a fight?" Janos smiled at Raziel's lack of response. "I thought so. Come here, play a little."
Raziel raised where an eyebrow should have been, and walked over to the winged vampire, summoning the Soul Reaver. "As you wish."
"I suppose I cannot advise you to hold your blade's handle loosely now, can I?" Janos gestured to the wraith blade with a smile, before holding his own spear across his chest, edge pointing outwards and ready to strike. "Shall we dance?"
Raziel rushed at Janos, finding the wraith blade's path blocked easily by Janos' spear, which was pulled away and twirled around once more. "Desperate moves are only dangerous in desperate hands, Raziel. You can take your time with me." Ignoring Janos' comment for the moment, the reaver swung his blade out quickly again, finding his opponent's spear blocking the way once more. "Raziel," Janos' voice lowered, sounding as close to threatening as he ever managed.
"Fine," The reaver muttered before making a slower hacking motion by Janos' shoulder, pulling the sword away from Janos' block and swinging it around to hit his opposing thigh - this time finally connecting. "Are you hurt?" Janos laughed, shaking his head.
"Do you really think I am foolish enough to voluntarily go against the Reaver without any protection?" A moment's pause and he reached out, ran a finger carefully over the spirit blade. "If I had been trying harder, I would have blocked that shot. But your previous moves had lulled me into a mild sense of security; for that reason, it can often help to have your enemy underestimate you." Raziel's eyes showed how he should have been smiling at that statement, before the fight resumed.
~~~
Once Raziel had started dealing a few too many winning hits to Janos, his faith in the ancient's magical protection began to falter, and he eventually decided to quit the fight rather than risk seriously hurting Janos; a few blows had come within inches of impaling the winged vampire. Instead, he now leant against the wall, watching Janos in practise. Quick jabs, long strikes, elaborate playing movements that showed off his skill. His robes by and large seemed to work well with his motions, occasionally wrapping around his legs slightly but never restricting him enough to be problematic. "Raziel, I can't read your mind but there's a blatant question on your face in need of an answer. What troubles you?"
Raziel stared at Janos for a moment then, surprised that Janos had noticed. "I doubt you can answer - I want to know what happens now. I'd like to stay here for..." He paused, considering. "Forever. I have no wish to leave. But I know something will stop me, something always does."
Janos ceased his practise then, slotting his spear into a holding brace on the wall. "Your destiny will run its own course at its own pace. A change will come eventually, but I can't tell you when." The winged vampire looked out the window at the lightening sky. "It's obscenely late, I should sleep."
Raziel turned around, thankful his muscles were not capable of blushing as Janos started unfastening his robes, but quickly found Janos' hand on his shoulder. "If I'm making you uncomfortable, I'll sleep in these-"
"No, it's- your home, it's your choice what you sleep in."
Janos paused before raising his hand to Raziel's upper jaw and tilting it towards him. "If you can't watch, you're clearly uncomfortable. You're hiding something."
Raziel rolled his eyes a little before he pointed at the mirror in front of him, first at his reflection, then at Janos'. "I used to look handsome, once. You make me wish that I had been more like you, when I was still beautiful."
Janos' eyes softened in understanding before he released Raziel's shoulder, his expression growing slightly tense. "You would not like being me. Your life may be violent, but in some ways..." Janos stopped, stroked lightly over the coarse material of Raziel's clan drape. "The loneliness would have driven you mad, Raziel, if you had been made to live my life. I've had... trouble enough of my own." Another pause, then a small smile. "Besides - you're not very unattractive, Raziel."
Raziel laughed hoarsely at that, folding his arms and narrowing his eyes. "I am hideous. There are creatures in the physical and the spirit realm that need only take one look at me before choosing to run away, usually screaming."
Janos tightened his grip on Raziel's drape before tugging it away from his jaw carefully, and lowering it onto a chair to keep it clean. "Raziel, look at yourself. You are still beautiful. Admittedly, a different beauty to what I had expected - but it's there." Raziel narrowed his eyes and reached for his drape before Janos caught his hand, tone frustrated. "Look, Raziel. Take a proper look at how you are now, and not in relation to how you used to be. It's futile to think about your past appearance; you can never be that way again because circumstances have changed." A hand stroked up across claws, bandaging, and bared muscles. "You're strong. You're graceful. And your eyes... see for yourself." Raziel obeyed with reluctance, viewing only another soul like the thousands he had consumed. "That is you. That is why so many people have been able to manipulate you, or know things that you've tried to hide about yourself. Our eyes can disguise our souls; yours cannot."
Raziel's eyes expressed his curiosity, then realisation before he glanced at Janos' hands on his arms, claws so similar to his own in ways. "Janos..?"
The living vampire nodded slowly at the question on Raziel's face when their eyes met again, and brought his hand up to rest against Raziel's cheek, running a finger carefully along Raziel's upper jaw. "I haven't lied to you, Raziel."
The stunned reaver raised his hand with uncertainty to Janos' own cheek - soft, warm and smooth where his showed what it had endured clearly. "Why?"
Janos shook his head, a smile playing on his lips. "I'm not sure. Perhaps because I've been alone for centuries, perhaps because you've been important to me all my life, perhaps simply because I miss having around people who refuse to judge me at first glance."
Raziel looked up and down Janos' body, then at his own in the mirror for a brief moment. "Janos, I can't-"
Raziel paused mid-sentence, uncertain how to best tell Janos what he was thinking without being coarse. Thankfully, the ancient took over for him. "I know. But I think - I believe I know some ways I can... please you. You can't peak, but you can still feel the difference between what is painful and what is soothing." Raziel seemed uncertain, but the light hand on his jaw felt unreal after so much violence - tenderness had been foreign to him for centuries now, and it took most of the will he could muster not to throw Janos off him when the winged vampire placed a kiss half-on his jaw, half-against one of his fangs.
Janos tilted his head, waiting for an answer, as his free hand trailed lightly over Raziel's claws, reminding him how they could be used when not killing, maiming and threatening others. "I'm not sure how I can do anything for you but... I'll try."
Janos nodded and smiled before finishing removing his robes and laying them on top of Raziel's drape, nodding towards the bed. Still feeling like he was having the singularly most bizarre dream of his life, Raziel walked across and lay down, trying to get as comfortable as possible while Janos knelt over him. The reaver had never imagined experiencing something as strange as watching Janos' head disappearing below his jaw, followed by a flicker of the ancient's tongue across his spine inside his neck. Carefully, Raziel ran his claws across Janos' bared back, brushing against the base of Janos' wings and causing them to involuntarily flare up slightly. "Raziel," Janos mumbled in between kissing and licking along his spine, "I've tried to keep my wings folded for a reason. If you make them unfold fully they'll hit you, and unfortunately my back muscles don't know their own strength." Raziel nodded slightly, shifting his claws away from Janos' wings as the ancient pulled away from his neck, moving down to Raziel's chest. Janos smiled up at the reaver before licking along one of his ribs, sucking on the barely-covered bone's tip as one hand reached inside Raziel's chest and brushed his spine, the other resting against Raziel's back, confusing the reaver's senses with his dual touch.
Raziel gently shoved Janos off his chest after a moment and sat up, unlacing the ancient's trousers and easing them down and off his legs carefully. A sudden fruitless urge to kiss the living vampire came over him as he leaned forward, one set of claws closing around his lover's erection. "I hope you can enjoy this," he murmured as he rested his head against Janos', his neck feeling his lover's breath quickening. A brief moment later, Janos took Raziel's free hand away from stroking through his hair and lowered it to his hips, before leaning back slightly so Raziel could see his eyes.
"Would you do this for me?"
Raziel was no fool, remembering from his days as a vampire how very, very much this could hurt if not done properly. "Do you have something to make it... easier?"
Janos smirked a little before tracing a pattern in the air and mumbling a few words under his breath, then nodding. "Try now." Raziel's eyes widened as the claw on Janos' rear felt lubrication that had definitely not been there before, and slid inside the living vampire with relative ease, into intense warmth he had never imagined an immortal being could possess. After regaining his composure a little, Janos stroked a hand through Raziel's hair and laughed a little at the reaver's expression. "I can support most of my home with magic. You shouldn't be surprised that magic has other uses."
Raziel found himself laughing back quietly before he eased his claw out slightly and pushed it back in deeper, causing Janos to moan incoherently and slide his hands down to Raziel's shoulders, gripping them tightly. "Janos, you're hurting me," Raziel complained before shrugging his shoulders to ease the ache in them. "I'm not moving anything until you let go of my arms."
Janos nodded and lowered his hands to support himself on the bed, easing his wings out and up slightly to prevent himself sitting on them by accident. "Better?"
"Better." Raziel had never wished so hard to be able to smile.
~~~
Janos panted for breath against Raziel's shoulder while his body desperately tried to decide if it wanted more of the claw inside of him or the hand on his erection, as he couldn't yet split himself and have more of both. "Raziel-", he pleaded aimlessly, receiving only a somewhat awkward nuzzle in return. "Raziel, please, please - oh god!" He had seconds left if he was lucky and he knew it, as did Raziel who had long since stopped blinking to avoid missing any of Janos' changing expressions as the tension started to become too much for him. The sound levels started to rise, and some strange part of both of them hoped that the remaining Sarafan outside heard how the creature they despised was in ecstasy, gasping sobs of pleasure escaping his lips before he finally came, hard and hot over Raziel's hand, the claw inside him suddenly aching again but so welcome and letting him feel so full.
Raziel wiped his hand against Janos' bedspread before raising his hand to Janos' face, brushing his claws carefully across Janos' lips. "You're beautiful," the reaver whispered, resting his head against the winged vampire's before easing his other hand out of Janos and stroking down Janos' wings. Wetness hit his claws and he pulled away from Janos' neck, looking at the tears streaking the winged-being's cheeks with curiosity. "Janos?"
"I... I should have told you," Janos replied between wiping his tears away with one hand.
"You... didn't want this?"
"Raziel, I wanted this with every fibre of my being, but I should have let you know our destiny first. I - don't have long to live."
"Isn't your race... immortal?"
"We are, yes, but it was prophesied... I was destined to die after bestowing the Reaver on you. I've stolen time that I'm not supposed to have..."
Raziel raised his arms, slipping them around Janos' chest and into the trapped warmth beneath his wings. The need for future history to make sense suddenly seemed cruel and unfair; why couldn't another ancient have been mistakenly called the last, another ancient that had sired Vorador? Janos was kind and gentle and there was no reason, not a single decent reason other than to help history, for him to die. "How long do we have left?"
"I am... uncertain. The worst part of it is... I want to die. It was my duty that bound me here. I'm tired, and even with you here and Vorador out in the swamp, I'm still lonely." He paused before easing out of Raziel's arms and brushing aside the hand Raziel reached out to wipe away his tears. "I should leave you, I'm sorry for being so cruel." Raziel grabbed Janos' hand and squeezed it.
"Don't leave. If your death is coming soon, I want to help out. I will not let you die slowly, or alone." The reaver leant forward, using his weight to press Janos down against the bed. "And if possible, I'd rather you died happy."
Janos flushed as strongly muscled legs trapped his own from moving very far, then nodded slightly in acceptance. "If you... insist, I suppose I can accept." Raziel felt the need to smile return stronger than ever.
"I thought so too."
End!