Krowe

Krowe

Chapter warning(s): Slight to mild sexual implications, M/M, Language, Incest

 

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Chapter 12: Kiss

 

“Hello, Uncle,” Seffera greeted meekly in an almost shy manner. She stood under the tree with her Uncle while he hands were clasped together behind her back. The woman had a ridiculous amount of bangles and bracelets on each arm. As she moved her arms, the metal rubbed against her pale skin.

Najja nodded towards her and greeted disinterestedly, “Niece, what brings you into my presence?”

She giggled, “Oh, I have missed you so! I wanted to come see you, dear Uncle.”

“Even a blind man can see that is a lie,” the dark-haired man countered in a casual, but cold way. Hr obviously wasn’t in the mood for this silly girl.

Seffera frowned inwardly, yet pouted on the outside instead. She persisted, “It is not a lie, Uncle. You upset me so by accusing me of such!”

The crimson-eyed man wanted to roll his eyes and sigh, but he settled for keeping his best neutral face on. He didn’t look at her. The Original kept his calculating eyes trained on something in the distance. He didn’t even seem to notice the orange-yellow butterfly that had landed briefly on his hair. He then drawled, “I am no fool, Seffera. I know you better than you think. You can manipulate a lesser man or woman, but you cannot manipulate me. Do remember that.”

“Oh, Uncle, you could always see straight through me. Unlike my father,” Seffera finally admitted as she left her superficial mask fall away.

Najja was tempted to just smack the girl, but he refrained from doing so. “Do not think even for a fleeting moment that you have your father fooled. He may be a fool in some ways, but he would never fall for your childish ploys, girl.”

Seffera frowned at that and then whined, “Why are you being so mean to me, Uncle?”

“Oh, do believe me when I say that I am holding myself back. You have no idea just how cruel I can be.”

“Fine, let’s stop this little act. I have a favor to ask of you, Uncle. That is why I have come to you.”

Najja laughed a humorless laugh. “Ah, finally the truth seeps out from your lying lips. Let me guess…does this favor concern your half-brother Varka?”

“How did you know?” Seffera asked with real surprise actually staining her delicate features.

The taller vampire turned and glanced at the fluttering butterfly. It reminded him of something so he grabbed the insect and trapped it in his hand. He was so tempted. So tempted to smash it as it fluttered with futility in his powerful grip. He wanted to, but he didn’t. Instead, he opened his hand and let the insect flutter away clumsily until it found another one of its own. He sighed then turned his attention back to his niece. He thought for a moment about how he wished she was small enough to crush in his hand. If only. “I have my ways of knowing. You are much too obvious about your little agenda. I know you want him for yourself even though he holds no such interest in you. He never will, girl. Varka belongs to your father. Nexis is what gets him all wet between the legs. Not you.”

The pale-blue eyed Original female was beyond horrified. First came shock. And horror. Then repulsion. And then ultimately rage. “You lie. Father would never do such a thing.”

“You don’t believe me? Well then…believe what you will, girl, but the truth, if you so wish to hear it, is that your dear father and brother are lovers and have been lovers since…well, I guess since Varka could first get it up? I don’t know when it happened nor do I care as to why, but I just know that Nexis has a strong grip on him. It would take an act of god to steer the boy away from his beloved father,” explained Najja with a bit of pleasure at her downtrodden face.

 

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Annej’s eyes widened, he jerked back, and promptly punched Krowe hard in the face. He then scrambled up and jumped out of the bed defensively with his hands clenched to defend himself if need be.

Still seated on the bed, the doctor gingerly touched his jaw. “Damn, you’ve got a mean punch. Not bad at all for a human. I think you definitely have it in you to protect yourself.”

“Krowe? What the hell? You weirdo, what were you doing in here?” Asked Annej in a very loud voice. He instantly felt terrible for socking his friend in the jaw.

The Reborn was quick to chastise him in a quiet voice, “Keep your voice down, Annej. You’ll wake up the humans. We wouldn’t want them to come barging in here now would we?”

“Oh, sorry…”

“I was checking up on you, of course,” Krowe replied with a smile as if he hadn’t just gotten bashed in the face. There was already a bright red mark blossoming on his face. It would eventually turn into a ugly blackish bruise soon enough.

The white-haired human crossed his arms and deadpanned, “You were kissing me.”

“That I was,” the Reborn male admitted shamelessly. He was smiling much bigger now.

“Why?”

“Because I wanted to.”

Annej raised a white eyebrow at that. “You did?”

“Yes, Yes, I did. I did not, however, sneak in here with the intention of molesting you. It was more of an impulse thing. I tend to do things when I feel like it. I’m a spontaneous person, you know,” explained the grinning dark-haired man.

“Ain’t that the truth,” Annej muttered as he rolled his eyes. Something suddenly sprang into his mind the next moment, which had him ask, “Where’s Varka?”

“Oh, don’t worry. Pretty boy is out there skulking around. He’s not going to go anywhere. And if he does…then oh well,” answered a bluntly honest Krowe.

Annej glanced out the window for a moment before he strode over to his friend. He grabbed Krowe by the collar of his coat, jerked him up and over to him until he was standing facing him. Then Annej kissed him.

Since this was the first time Annej had ever kissed anyone, he didn’t kiss like a hungry man. He had his lips pressed to Krowe’s in an experimental way. The other man opened up his mouth, the human hesitantly pressed closer as he slid his tongue inside the unknown cavern of Krowe’s mouth. He almost jerked away when he felt Krowe’s tongue roll teasingly around his own.

It felt nice. More than good. It felt great and Annej wanted more.

 

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The silver-haired Original stood stock still as he stared up at the luminescent moon. It hung lower in the sky and appeared much bigger than normal. He had seen it much larger many years ago when he had been at the peak of his adolescence. He knew that in a few weeks or so that it would be the closest to the planet then it had been in several years.

The moon was something that invigorated him unlike the sun. The sun or any source of heat always made him feel incredibly relaxed, yet fatigued.

He closed his eyes as the moon’s pale light bathed over him like translucent silk. Somehow he felt stronger and more alive whenever he was touched by the moonlight. He never understood why, but the moon always made him feel different than his usual self. It felt like he could achieve anything and that made him more assertive and spontaneous.

Just like that night a long time ago.

It happened on that fateful night years ago when the moon had loomed close to the planet much like a great omniscient eye.

The night he and his father ceased to be father and son.

It was all Varka’s fault and he knew it. If he hadn’t done what he had done then he would still have a father.

The crimson-eyed man closed his eyes as it all came rushing back to him like a smart slap. This was something he had not dwelled on in a number of years; however, something about the moon was making him feel particularly reminiscent.

Something inside of his head was literally forcing him to remember.

And it was quite insistent, too.

 

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It was nighttime as the large, luminous moon basked the land in its radiant, eerie glow.

All was silent except for the sound of boots echoing as a young man with lengthy silver hair strode down the long corridor. He stopped when he had reached a door that was already ajar. He then slipped quietly inside without touching the door or the doorway.

Walking like a man possessed, he strode inside without any hesitation, but he did pause in mid step to gaze at his beautiful father.

The white-haired priest was seated on something that looked like a sofa with a large book in his lap. His eyes were glued to whatever he was reading and he didn’t move at all. He didn’t even show the slightest indication that he was aware of another’s presence.

Narrowing his dilated eyes, the silver-haired youth steeled himself as he walked forth once more. Once he had reached the other man, he snatched the book and tossed it in a random, indiscriminate direction.

Nexis looked up as soon as the book had been taken and looked at the younger male questionably. One of his eyebrows lifted, but he did not say a word.

“You read too much,” Varka said as if that explained everything.

There was something different about the slighter male. He seemed less timorous and more daring which was very unusual for him.

The pale-eyed man remained silent as he watched his son with careful eyes. Since his interest was piqued he was no longer annoyed by the sudden disruption.

Varka stared at him with his smoldering red eyes before he hastily strode over and gingerly lowered himself into his father’s lap. He grabbed Nexis by the face and kissed him as hard as he could muster and then thrust his tongue into his mouth when the man had gasped from shock.

Strong hands grasped the younger man by the shoulders and pulled him away so that the larger man could look him in the face. He appeared calm even though his own child had pretty much French kissed him like some whore would. It was then that he finally broke the silence, “What has come over you, child?”



“I do not know. All I know is that I want you,” Varka murmured feverishly as he leaned forward to trail hot kisses from Nexis’ jaw line all the way down to his strong neck. The crimson-eyed man’s mouth navigated from kissing to sucking on the older man’s neck. His hands seemed to have a mind of their own as they traveled everywhere and anywhere that was in reach of them.

Nexis hissed, but couldn’t pretend that he wasn’t enjoying the ministrations of the persistent and passionate Varka. He grabbed Varka by the waist, lifted him up, and then placed him on the couch beside him. He quickly stood up and turned around to study his son.

The silver-haired Original growled and stood up as well. His frown turned into a smirk as he viewed the handiwork of the red marks that were scattered all over his father’s pale neck. “You look nice with my love bites on you.”

“I’m going to take you to the doctor at once. You are obviously ill, child,” Nexis declared as he tried to ignore Varka’s statement. He didn’t know what bothered him more; his son throwing himself on him or his own reaction to the seduction. Part of him was repulsed by it but the other part of him was completely riveted. He couldn’t stop the stirring in his loins, but he still had some rational thought left.

Varka was not at all put off by that. He proclaimed with vigor, “I’m not sick and even if I am sick, I don’t care. I know what I want and it’s you.”

“You are my child,” Nexis protested while he tried not to notice how tightly the adolescent male’s nearly transparent shirt clung to his body. It also didn’t help that the shirt was half unbuttoned which revealed a wide expanse of smooth, creamy white skin.

“I don’t care. It doesn’t matter,” rebutted a lightly panting Varka.

“It matters to me, boy. You are sick. Your behavior is erratic and indecent.”

The teen visibly fumed at that. As angry as he was, he was still irrevocably turned on. He bit out bitterly, “If that is so then I guess I’ve been sick for years then?”

Nexis turned his face slightly to the side without taking his eyes off of his son. He asked slowly, “How do you mean?”

“You are the one I love. You are the one I want. I’ve felt this for years and it has tormented me to no end. You act as though it is wrong when in the end it does not matter whether I am your son or not. If I am sick as you claim, and my actions sicken you, then you might as well kill me now. It’s not going to stop. It’ll only get worse as time goes on. I would rather die by your hand then shame and repulse you,” the silver-haired juvenile proclaimed with such emotion that it shook him to the edge of tears. He didn’t even notice the lone tear that slipped from his eye to trail down his pal, unblemished cheek.

Varka wasn’t the only one that was affected. Nexis felt the declaration pierce right through him in such a way that he knew it to be irrevocably true.

It all made perfect sense now. He had always noticed something different about Varka. The child had always looked to him in a different way. There were the lingering touches. There were also the times that he would catch Varka staring at him in a way that was kind of…well, weird. Then there were all those days and nights when the boy would crawl into his bed and cuddle up to him until it got to the point that Nexis forbade him from entering his private chambers. And not to mention the fact that Varka was prone to telling him everything that happened and people he’d meet. Varka had never mentioned a girl or boy he liked and nor was he ever seen with another.  It seemed innocent enough, but it all linked together what he now knew to be true.

Suddenly alarmed, yet deeply outraged, Nexis hissed, “I will not kill you and you will not kill yourself. Am I clear, boy?”

Varka said nothing and looked away. He was both angry and repulsed at himself.

“Look at me when I speak to you, child. I asked you a question.”

The silver-haired youth then looked at him with a level glare that rivaled his father’s own. “Obviously, I understand, father. I may be a fool, but I’m not stupid.”

Nexis sighed. “You are no fool, boy.”

“Then what am I? A freak?”

“No. You are mine. You have always been mine and you always will be,” the white-haired man answered in his own way of trying to soothe the trouble boy.

“But not in the way that I want,” Varka muttered bitterly as he looked away once again. His chest felt constricted and he felt like he was going to die. It just felt like shit. No words could properly describe all the negative feelings and emotions that coursed through his being.

Nexis strode over to him in a of couple steps and grabbed him by the chin. He then forced the younger man to look at him as he spoke in a low voice, “I am not rejecting you, child. I just need you to understand what you are asking of me and of you.”

“I understand enough, father,” whispered the silver-haired Original as another tear trailed down his cheek.

The light blue-eyed High Priest studied his son’s face. He wiped away the tear with his thumb. “Don’t cry…”

“You make me weep, father.”

His son was beautiful. He could never deny that.

“You cannot call me father anymore, child,” Nexis chastised with no real force behind it.

“Why?”

“If you are to be mine in the way that you so desperately desire then we can no longer be father and son. I am your lord, Nexis, and you are Varka. I forbid you to call me father and I will never again call you son. Do you understand this price?”

Varka covered his father’s hand with his own. He couldn’t contain the smile that spread his lips. “I understand.”

Nexis sighed again as he stared at the other man. He then leaned over and pressed his lips to Varka’s in what could be deemed a chaste kiss. It was nice and refreshing in ways he’d never felt before. But he had to end it. Nexis pulled away before his son could deepen it.

Before the adolescent could protest, the white-haired priest clarified, “Not here.”

“Then where?”

“Follow me, Varka,” Nexis spoke in a low voice as he turned and walked away.

And he did.

 

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“Rozzie, do you know where Red went? He hasn’t said a word to me since…yeah. I haven’t seen him in hours, either,” White asked as he pulled up a chair to sit next to the dark-haired woman.

Rozaline sighed as she massaged her temples. She had a major migraine that was only getting worse by every light and sound. “I don’t know where he is. He hasn’t said anything to me, if that’s what you’re thinking. You know sometimes he likes to go off and be by himself.”

“That’s true. I’m just worried,” the white-haired man sighed and slumped over in the chair.

“I’ll tell you what. If he doesn’t show up in the next couple of hours we’ll both go look for him. Does that sound good to you?” Roz offered even though the only thing she really felt like doing was crawling into a dark room and never leaving it.

White beamed, “Yeah, that sounds good to me.”

“Good,” the vampiric woman nodded slowly and leaned back in her chair. She shut down the computer after a few moments and exhaled deeply. She was exhausted beyond belief and couldn’t concentrate any longer.

“Oh, Rozzie, you don’t look so good. Got another migraine?” White asked with deep-rooted concern as he peered at her curiously.

Rozaline’s eyes were close and she didn’t say anything. All she did was nod in affirmation to his inquiry.

“Ah, I figured as much. That’s another reason why I came down here to talk to you,” White explained as he pulled out a small bottle. He took a syringe and stuck the needle into the bottle. When he had measured it accurately, he pulled the needle out. “This should help with the pain, Rozzie.”

“Thanks,” the pale-eyed woman murmured as she held her arm out. She barely felt the prick of the needle that almost instantly injected the clear fluid into her bloodstream.

Within moments, the black-haired woman felt some relief. She sighed again, but this time it wasn’t from pain. She then felt a wave of drowsiness sweep over her like a gentle wave. “I think I’m going to go lay down for a bit. If you need me, wake me up.”

“Will do,” White replied as he watched her leave the room.

Something was bothering White deeply, but he wasn’t sure what it was yet. It was like a bad omen or something. He felt like something truly bad was about to occur. It was as if there was something digging furiously in his head trying to alert him to whatever it was. But he didn’t know what it was.

Either way, something was about to happen and it would happen soon enough.

 

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