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momebieWoah, LJ is all pink! It's...weird. And not in this tingly, RIGHT way, in a way that's all wrong. Valentine's Day really is a crap holiday, all in all. So in that vein:
Pervvy Valentine Series by Laurel_tx
Moo ha ha!
Jess: Rich and German, yay!
The Boy: That's how I like my men!
But you know what makes crap holidays better? Porn! Some Cain/Riff, for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
remeciel, who is always telling me how there needs to be more Godchild fic in the world, and who I would so get gay married to in Spain. :p Now you have drawing inspiration love. ;)
This is kind of fluffy. I think the Strongbow from dinner has gone to my head. Also, as I have NEVER been able to figure out the fine art of PWP, it's longer than I thought it would be. Set towards the beginning of a 'relationship'. We'll just say they've been necking in shadows prior to this. All errors are because I gave this a quick and dirty beta. Feel free to point them out. Hey, I gotta work in the morning!
Porn means NC17!! NWS
...
Riff pulled the duvet away from Cain’s shoulders and bunched it neatly at the end of his bed so that it was just brushing the ends of his toes. “Please get up sir. Mistress Mary would like to see you this morning. She’s been up for hours already, following me around and asking me when you were coming out.” He went to the window and opened the drapes as Cain stretched and rolled about in the bed.
“Bring me a shirt,” Cain mumbled into his pillow. Riff fetched the night shirt from the edge of the changing screen where Cain had thrown it the evening before and brought it over to the bed. He helped his young master shrug it onto his shoulders and then knelt at the side of the bed to button it.
“Do you know what it was that she wanted,” Cain asked, as he brought a thin pale hand to Riff’s hair and then traced his way down to his servant’s neck. He fidgeted with the knot in the tie until Riff brought his own hand up to clutch at the errant fingers.
“I do not sir, but is there really anything you would deny her?” Riff stood up and let go of Cain’s hand. He smirked as he made a show of re-knotting the tie and then went to the mirror to straighten his hair and clothing. It was one thing for the other servants to see him looking mussed when he was covered in blood, but quite another when he had been doing nothing but give the master his morning bath. Propriety was propriety after all, even if you were a Hargreave.
“No, I suppose not,” Cain said, and looked longingly towards the spot on the floor where the sunlight streamed in through the open drapes. “Open the window please Riff, and then you can let her in.”
“You do not think she’ll be too cold sir?” But his fingers were already undoing the latch. “It’s been an uncommonly cold February.” To demonstrate he let his teeth chatter a little after he had thrown the panes wide.
Cain smiled. “Many things have been uncommon as of late.”
“Yes sir,” Riff made a small bow and then crossed the room and opened the door.
Cain judged from the amount of time it took for Mary to bound into the room and jump into his bed that she must have been sitting just outside. There was a garland of flowers in her hair and a bouquet in her hands. “Brother! For you!” She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her pursed lips to his cheek.
Cain returned the affection by pulling her into his lap and hugging her as he kissed her forehead. “Why thank you dearest, but what is the occasion?”
Mary wriggled in his arms, as if to pull away, her face a mask of perfect shock. “Have you really forgotten brother? And oh, when you told the Miss Elizabeth that you would favor her today! She won’t be happy.” A devious glint flashed from him to Riff as she smiled widely at them.
Riff coughed quietly to hide the smile. Mary was never happier than when Cain had forgotten every girl but her. It was the same as when Riff made Cain happy by forgetting anyone but his master. Cain and Mary truly were siblings in their simple need for utmost devotion.
Cain pulled Mary close and then looked over her head at Riff and lowered his eyelids and grinned wolfishly. Mary might have missed the impertinent cough, but Cain hadn’t. “And what is it that I’ve forgotten, my love?” Mary assumed he was speaking to her, but Riff knew differently, and a tingle started at the base of his spine.
“If you don’t remember brother, then I’m not telling you!” She gave him one last kiss on the cheek and then jumped out of the bed. “You should spend the day with me anyway. I’m the one you love the most, after all.”
“But of course, as soon as I’m dressed we’ll go on a special outing. Will that do for you, my one true love?” Mary giggled from the doorway. Riff looked towards the window and shivered. It wasn’t entirely from the cold.
That Cain had that effect on women was completely understandable. Money and breeding with a little bit of rumour were always more than enough to interest the bored women of society. But that Cain had that effect on Riff was something the man servant had yet to figure out fully.
“Dress him carefully Riff! I want to have the most handsome date of anyone today!”
“Of course, Mistress Mary,” Riff said. He started to bow, but she was already out the door. He followed behind her and closed it softly, making sure to throw the dead bolt so that none of the maids would come in and catch a glimpse of Cain without something covering the scars. “Do you really not know sir?”
Cain eyed Riff and leaned back against his pillows. “I know that you had better get this shirt off of me, unless you want to end up bathing it as well.”
“Of course, sir.” Riff walked slowly to the bed, not breaking eye contact with Cain. He sat down on the edge of it and started to undo the buttons on the night shirt. “For this was on seynt Volantynys day, whan euery bryd comyth there to chese his make,*” he recited.
Cain cocked his head and smiled. “Oh, that’s what today, is it? Perhaps I should call on Miss Elizabeth. Which one was she again?”
“The blonde whose necklace you retrieved from that pick pocket last month, sir. She wouldn’t be impressed that you forgot her, but I’m sure Miss Mary would be less impressed if you went back on your word to her.” He slipped his fingers under the collar of Cain’s opened shirt and pushed it back off his shoulders so that it slid down his arms and caught at his elbows.
“Yes, you’re right, of course.” Riff made to pull the shirt away and Cain grabbed his wrist. A spark kindled a bit of tension in Riff’s stomach. “But you know, I never was a fan of St. Valentine’s Day. I’ve always much preferred the stories of Lupercalia.**”
Riff raised an eyebrow and looked down at his caught hand. “Are you not cold sir? There is quite a draft from the window.”
“A little, but I was hoping that the celebration would necessitate the coolness.”
“Celebration, sir?”
“Lupercalia, I told you Riff, didn’t I?” Cain let go of Riff’s wrist and jumped out of bed in the same way that Mary had, by bouncing off it onto the ground. As soon as his feet hit the floor he had stripped his pyjama bottoms off. He ran across the room to where the bath was.
“Sir, there are no women here for you to impregnate, and as such this isn’t much of a festival. It might be best for you just bathe before you catch cold.”
Cain stopped in the middle of the room and turned around. He cocked his head the right and rested his hands on his hips. “Catch me,” he said.
“Sir, I doubt it would be appropriate for me to-“
“I did not ask you what would be appropriate Riff, I told you to catch me. Who is the master here?”
“You are, sir,” Riff said, and gave up trying to reason with the youthful stubbornness he had become accustomed to. He smiled and darted across the room after Cain. It had been a long time since Riff had played any such game with anyone, and he almost didn’t want to catch Cain. This was convenient since Cain, being naked, was much harder to catch than Riff had anticipated.
Riff jumped up onto the bed to cut Cain off and caught his foot on the duvet. He fell forward and ended up askew with his back on the floor and his legs still splayed over the bed. He breathed heavily, laughing as loudly as his gasps for air would allow. Tears came to his eyes. “Oh, Cain,” he sighed.
Riff felt the weight shift on the bed as Cain crawled across it. He perched on his hands and knees between Riff’s legs and looked over the edge at him. “You lost,” he said softly.
“It would seem I did. What is it that I’ve lost?”
Riff watched Cain as he leaned back onto his heels and untied Riff’s shoes. He pulled them off and tossed them one at a time over his shoulder so that they fell with muffled thuds on the carpet. “Those, for starters.”
“It would be very hard for me to complete my house duties without my shoes sir.”
“Mmm..” said Cain thoughtfully. He tugged at the toes of Riff’s socks until those too were flying across the room. Riff flexed his toes. He was still lying with his back on the floor, and watched as Cain crawled like a cat down his legs and stretched out across his body. Cain rested his hands on either side of Riff’s chest. He leaned forward so that his lips brushed Riff’s ear and let out a shuddering exhale. “Riff, I’m cold,” he whispered.
Riff stared up at Cain as he sat back up and looked down on Riff. He watched Cain lick his lips nervously and bring his legs down off the bed so that he was straddling Riff’s torso. Cain’s cock bobbed over Riff’s stomach, half hard. “I did warn you about the draft sir. Uncommonly cold…” He licked his own lips in response to seeing Cain do it.
“Uncommon indeed,” Cain said. He leaned forward again and placed his mouth over Riff’s. The heat from the contact surged through Riff and his body closed in on Cain. Riff’s legs pulled in against Cain’s back and his arms rose up to pull him closer. Riff wanted to warm him, wanted to possess him. He wanted ultimate servitude, to be helpless to the whims of the boy who was so often helpless without him. Maybe that was what Cain had meant by uncommon. He’d always been exceedingly perceptive.
Riff ran his hands down Cain’s back, letting his fingers trail lightly over the scars. He brought them to rest on Cain’s hips as Cain leaned back and began to expertly undo the knot in Riff’s tie. He worked on the buttons and fabric of Riff’s vest and shirt slowly, all the while resting his weight against Riff’s crotch. Every time he leaned forward it would shift against Riff differently and cause him to bite his lip.
Cain laid Riff’s shirt open and looked at the smooth expanse of pale skin. He brought his fingers to Riff’s nipples and brushed them lightly, which caused Riff to shudder. Then he dragged them through the sparse light hairs, over the trembling stomach, and down to where his own thighs blocked the waist band of Riff’s trousers.
Cain scooted backwards to have better access at the buttons and Riff groaned as the weight pulled across his erection. Cain smiled. “You’re so well put together Riff, so in control of everything. Always in control of me.” He worked the buttons until they were undone and pulled the flaps open as wide as he could.
“I have to say though, I like this. I like seeing you…undone.” Cain climbed off Riff and kneeled to his left hand side. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to the hairs that peeked of the ‘v’left by the opening.
Riff groaned again. “Sir,” he gasped.
“Shh…” Cain exhaled. He tugged at Riff’s trousers and Riff lifted his hips so that they would slide off more easily. Then he sat up and shed his shirt and vest while Cain pulled the trousers over his feet. “So cold,” Cain said.
“Let me warm you, sir.” Riff wrapped his arms around Cain’s waist and fell backwards onto the floor so that Cain landed on top of him. Pre-come dripped onto his stomach as Cain slid down so that his head was level with Riff’s. Their mouths were together again then. Cain’s tongue slipped past Riff’s teeth as Riff’s hand slipped between Cain’s legs and pulled at Cain’s cock. They groaned in unison.
Cain let his tongue slide out of Riff’s mouth and across Riff’s cheek. He buried his face in the crook of Riff’s neck and started to kiss and bite every piece of skin he could find. Riff’s hips bucked upwards and Cain pulled away. “Bad Riff, I’m in control here. You’ll do what I tell you, and when I tell you. Do you understand?”
Riff bit his lip and nodded as Cain slid his hips backwards so that their cocks brushed. “Mmff..” Riff groaned. Cain smiled and leaned forward to suckle at one of Riff’s nipples. He nipped at it lightly and Riff threw his head sideways. His hips moved again, even though he tried to restrain them.
“Riff, you certainly are bad at doing what you’re told. Though, I suppose you always have been, or you wouldn’t still be here with me would you?” Cain’s voice was small, and Riff was torn between the need to hug him and the need to roll him over and smother Cain with his body. Cain looped his tongue around one of Riff’s nipples and then trailed it down his chest on the same path his fingers had taken earlier. When he reached Riff’s cock he licked lightly around the base, as if trying to figure exactly how to proceed.
“You don’t, mmmf! You don’t have to sir, its ok, I-“
“Riff!” Cain wrapped his hand around the base of Riff’s cock. “Did I tell you you could speak?”
“No sir,” Riff said. Cain smiled his tired half smile and began to stroke with his hand. Cain licked at the tip of Riff’s cock and Riff watched as he pulled away and the pre-come stretched across the expanse between the tip of his penis and Cain’s tongue. Riff wanted that mouth then, wanted to taste himself in it and conquer it. But this was Cain’s game and he would do as he was told. If only Cain would keep doing that.
Cain let go of Riff’s cock and licked up the under side of it from base to tip and then swirled his tongue around several times before he wrapped his lips around it and captured it. “God,” Riff whispered. “Cain.”
Cain worked to try and maintain a steady rhythm. Riff was sure Cain had never done anything like this before and felt possessive of him for being the first. The rhythm faltered and Cain came up for air, gasping. Riff chuckled. Cain smiled and licked his lips. He ran his fingers over the inside of Riff’s thighs and took him into his mouth again.
Riff felt the ball of tension forming in his stomach start to release as he came closer and closer to the edge. He felt Cain’s hand trail down to his calf and then the touch disappeared as he moved it to his own cock. The rhythm changed again as Cain began to stroke himself rapidly. Riff tried to concentrate more on what Cain must look like, the determination he could see in his eyes holding the body taught, Cain stretched across him and pumping his own cock. But the harder Riff tried the more he couldn’t escape the feeling of the lips and tongue on him.
The fingers of Cain’s other hand were still tentatively tracing patterns across the inside of Riff’s thigh. He forgot about it momentarily, in trying to train his thoughts, and was caught completely off guard as one of those cold fingers slipped into his anus. The muscles of his lower body clenched and the tension released itself completely. It shot through him in waves as he brought a hand up and grabbed the back of Cain’s neck. He pulled the boy’s head away just as he came. It spurted over his stomach and Cain’s shoulder. Cain came then as well, with a small cry that might have been Riff’s name, but Riff couldn’t be sure. Cain huffed and shuddered and fell forward onto Riff’s stomach. His cheek landed in the warm, sticky semen. They lay together, collapsed like a house of cards, and caught their breath.
“Sir?” Riff whispered. He tilted his head forward as Cain situated his face so that he could meet the gaze. Cain wiped his hand on a part of the duvet that hung over the edge of the bed and then brought the hand up to his mouth. He slowly wiped the saliva and come away from his lips and then laid his hand flat on Riff’s stomach. He stretched it upwards, spreading the semen across Riff’s chest.
“You’re mine, Riff,” he said. “From this day forward I have claimed you. Can you handle that? Can you handle not being in control?”
Riff laid his head back on the carpet and stared up at the ceiling. He clutched his fingers into fists and then released them. He looped his hands under Cain’s shoulders and gently pulled him up so that he was nestled in the crook of his neck. “Sir, I serve you because I love you, because it’s the way I know how. I can handle anything you do to me.”
“Anything?” They lay together for a while and pondered the meaning of the word anything before Cain started to shiver from the breeze that blew in through the open window. “Come on sir, we should get you bathed. Miss Mary will be waiting.” He gently and reluctantly pushed Cain’s body away before he sat up and reached for the duvet to wipe down his chest and stomach.
“Oh, right. St. Valentine’s Day.” Cain propped his head on one of his arms and watched Riff as he collected his rumpled garments and started to get dressed. “I still prefer Lupercalia, you know.”
Riff smiled. “I think I know very well sir, but isn’t that tomorrow?”
Cain looked towards the window thoughtfully. “I guess we’ll just have to celebrate again tomorrow then.”
“I should say so sir, but,” he ran his fingers through his hair, trying to loosen any unruly tangles created by the carpet. “But you should expect that you can’t win all the time sir, and I have a feeling that tomorrow is my day.”
“Is it?” Cain smiled and Riff felt a pull of tension in his stomach. “We’ll just have to see. Please close the windows Riff, I’d hate to catch cold while in my bath.”
“As you wish, sir.”
...
*The lines that Riff recites are by Chaucer.
**Lupercalia was a fertility festival that used to be held in ancient Rome on the 15th of February.
KL: *has been typing porn for too god damned long*
Jess: That is some long Cain/Riff porn.
KL: Isn't it? It just keeps getting longer.
Jess: ...
KL: *dies*
Dude, for about ten minutes tonight I was simultaneously watching Roman Holiday, writing porn, and wearing a face mask. I am such a girl it HURTS. I feel like my ovaries have won a battle. But I will win the war damnit!! *shakes fist*
ETA- From the other end of the spectrum of things that are nice on crappy holidays!bone_fauna wrote the cutest Cid/Vincent Grade School Valentine's Day fic ever. And there are chibis to go with it. FFVII fandom of course, and completely PG. But you should definitely go read it, if for no other reason than to know how Jess KNOWS who I'm talking about everytime she hears me squeak 'I LOVE her!' from my computer chair.
Pervvy Valentine Series by Laurel_tx
Moo ha ha!
Jess: Rich and German, yay!
The Boy: That's how I like my men!
But you know what makes crap holidays better? Porn! Some Cain/Riff, for
remeciel, who is always telling me how there needs to be more Godchild fic in the world, and who I would so get gay married to in Spain. :p Now you have drawing inspiration love. ;) This is kind of fluffy. I think the Strongbow from dinner has gone to my head. Also, as I have NEVER been able to figure out the fine art of PWP, it's longer than I thought it would be. Set towards the beginning of a 'relationship'. We'll just say they've been necking in shadows prior to this. All errors are because I gave this a quick and dirty beta. Feel free to point them out. Hey, I gotta work in the morning!
Porn means NC17!! NWS
...
Riff pulled the duvet away from Cain’s shoulders and bunched it neatly at the end of his bed so that it was just brushing the ends of his toes. “Please get up sir. Mistress Mary would like to see you this morning. She’s been up for hours already, following me around and asking me when you were coming out.” He went to the window and opened the drapes as Cain stretched and rolled about in the bed.
“Bring me a shirt,” Cain mumbled into his pillow. Riff fetched the night shirt from the edge of the changing screen where Cain had thrown it the evening before and brought it over to the bed. He helped his young master shrug it onto his shoulders and then knelt at the side of the bed to button it.
“Do you know what it was that she wanted,” Cain asked, as he brought a thin pale hand to Riff’s hair and then traced his way down to his servant’s neck. He fidgeted with the knot in the tie until Riff brought his own hand up to clutch at the errant fingers.
“I do not sir, but is there really anything you would deny her?” Riff stood up and let go of Cain’s hand. He smirked as he made a show of re-knotting the tie and then went to the mirror to straighten his hair and clothing. It was one thing for the other servants to see him looking mussed when he was covered in blood, but quite another when he had been doing nothing but give the master his morning bath. Propriety was propriety after all, even if you were a Hargreave.
“No, I suppose not,” Cain said, and looked longingly towards the spot on the floor where the sunlight streamed in through the open drapes. “Open the window please Riff, and then you can let her in.”
“You do not think she’ll be too cold sir?” But his fingers were already undoing the latch. “It’s been an uncommonly cold February.” To demonstrate he let his teeth chatter a little after he had thrown the panes wide.
Cain smiled. “Many things have been uncommon as of late.”
“Yes sir,” Riff made a small bow and then crossed the room and opened the door.
Cain judged from the amount of time it took for Mary to bound into the room and jump into his bed that she must have been sitting just outside. There was a garland of flowers in her hair and a bouquet in her hands. “Brother! For you!” She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her pursed lips to his cheek.
Cain returned the affection by pulling her into his lap and hugging her as he kissed her forehead. “Why thank you dearest, but what is the occasion?”
Mary wriggled in his arms, as if to pull away, her face a mask of perfect shock. “Have you really forgotten brother? And oh, when you told the Miss Elizabeth that you would favor her today! She won’t be happy.” A devious glint flashed from him to Riff as she smiled widely at them.
Riff coughed quietly to hide the smile. Mary was never happier than when Cain had forgotten every girl but her. It was the same as when Riff made Cain happy by forgetting anyone but his master. Cain and Mary truly were siblings in their simple need for utmost devotion.
Cain pulled Mary close and then looked over her head at Riff and lowered his eyelids and grinned wolfishly. Mary might have missed the impertinent cough, but Cain hadn’t. “And what is it that I’ve forgotten, my love?” Mary assumed he was speaking to her, but Riff knew differently, and a tingle started at the base of his spine.
“If you don’t remember brother, then I’m not telling you!” She gave him one last kiss on the cheek and then jumped out of the bed. “You should spend the day with me anyway. I’m the one you love the most, after all.”
“But of course, as soon as I’m dressed we’ll go on a special outing. Will that do for you, my one true love?” Mary giggled from the doorway. Riff looked towards the window and shivered. It wasn’t entirely from the cold.
That Cain had that effect on women was completely understandable. Money and breeding with a little bit of rumour were always more than enough to interest the bored women of society. But that Cain had that effect on Riff was something the man servant had yet to figure out fully.
“Dress him carefully Riff! I want to have the most handsome date of anyone today!”
“Of course, Mistress Mary,” Riff said. He started to bow, but she was already out the door. He followed behind her and closed it softly, making sure to throw the dead bolt so that none of the maids would come in and catch a glimpse of Cain without something covering the scars. “Do you really not know sir?”
Cain eyed Riff and leaned back against his pillows. “I know that you had better get this shirt off of me, unless you want to end up bathing it as well.”
“Of course, sir.” Riff walked slowly to the bed, not breaking eye contact with Cain. He sat down on the edge of it and started to undo the buttons on the night shirt. “For this was on seynt Volantynys day, whan euery bryd comyth there to chese his make,*” he recited.
Cain cocked his head and smiled. “Oh, that’s what today, is it? Perhaps I should call on Miss Elizabeth. Which one was she again?”
“The blonde whose necklace you retrieved from that pick pocket last month, sir. She wouldn’t be impressed that you forgot her, but I’m sure Miss Mary would be less impressed if you went back on your word to her.” He slipped his fingers under the collar of Cain’s opened shirt and pushed it back off his shoulders so that it slid down his arms and caught at his elbows.
“Yes, you’re right, of course.” Riff made to pull the shirt away and Cain grabbed his wrist. A spark kindled a bit of tension in Riff’s stomach. “But you know, I never was a fan of St. Valentine’s Day. I’ve always much preferred the stories of Lupercalia.**”
Riff raised an eyebrow and looked down at his caught hand. “Are you not cold sir? There is quite a draft from the window.”
“A little, but I was hoping that the celebration would necessitate the coolness.”
“Celebration, sir?”
“Lupercalia, I told you Riff, didn’t I?” Cain let go of Riff’s wrist and jumped out of bed in the same way that Mary had, by bouncing off it onto the ground. As soon as his feet hit the floor he had stripped his pyjama bottoms off. He ran across the room to where the bath was.
“Sir, there are no women here for you to impregnate, and as such this isn’t much of a festival. It might be best for you just bathe before you catch cold.”
Cain stopped in the middle of the room and turned around. He cocked his head the right and rested his hands on his hips. “Catch me,” he said.
“Sir, I doubt it would be appropriate for me to-“
“I did not ask you what would be appropriate Riff, I told you to catch me. Who is the master here?”
“You are, sir,” Riff said, and gave up trying to reason with the youthful stubbornness he had become accustomed to. He smiled and darted across the room after Cain. It had been a long time since Riff had played any such game with anyone, and he almost didn’t want to catch Cain. This was convenient since Cain, being naked, was much harder to catch than Riff had anticipated.
Riff jumped up onto the bed to cut Cain off and caught his foot on the duvet. He fell forward and ended up askew with his back on the floor and his legs still splayed over the bed. He breathed heavily, laughing as loudly as his gasps for air would allow. Tears came to his eyes. “Oh, Cain,” he sighed.
Riff felt the weight shift on the bed as Cain crawled across it. He perched on his hands and knees between Riff’s legs and looked over the edge at him. “You lost,” he said softly.
“It would seem I did. What is it that I’ve lost?”
Riff watched Cain as he leaned back onto his heels and untied Riff’s shoes. He pulled them off and tossed them one at a time over his shoulder so that they fell with muffled thuds on the carpet. “Those, for starters.”
“It would be very hard for me to complete my house duties without my shoes sir.”
“Mmm..” said Cain thoughtfully. He tugged at the toes of Riff’s socks until those too were flying across the room. Riff flexed his toes. He was still lying with his back on the floor, and watched as Cain crawled like a cat down his legs and stretched out across his body. Cain rested his hands on either side of Riff’s chest. He leaned forward so that his lips brushed Riff’s ear and let out a shuddering exhale. “Riff, I’m cold,” he whispered.
Riff stared up at Cain as he sat back up and looked down on Riff. He watched Cain lick his lips nervously and bring his legs down off the bed so that he was straddling Riff’s torso. Cain’s cock bobbed over Riff’s stomach, half hard. “I did warn you about the draft sir. Uncommonly cold…” He licked his own lips in response to seeing Cain do it.
“Uncommon indeed,” Cain said. He leaned forward again and placed his mouth over Riff’s. The heat from the contact surged through Riff and his body closed in on Cain. Riff’s legs pulled in against Cain’s back and his arms rose up to pull him closer. Riff wanted to warm him, wanted to possess him. He wanted ultimate servitude, to be helpless to the whims of the boy who was so often helpless without him. Maybe that was what Cain had meant by uncommon. He’d always been exceedingly perceptive.
Riff ran his hands down Cain’s back, letting his fingers trail lightly over the scars. He brought them to rest on Cain’s hips as Cain leaned back and began to expertly undo the knot in Riff’s tie. He worked on the buttons and fabric of Riff’s vest and shirt slowly, all the while resting his weight against Riff’s crotch. Every time he leaned forward it would shift against Riff differently and cause him to bite his lip.
Cain laid Riff’s shirt open and looked at the smooth expanse of pale skin. He brought his fingers to Riff’s nipples and brushed them lightly, which caused Riff to shudder. Then he dragged them through the sparse light hairs, over the trembling stomach, and down to where his own thighs blocked the waist band of Riff’s trousers.
Cain scooted backwards to have better access at the buttons and Riff groaned as the weight pulled across his erection. Cain smiled. “You’re so well put together Riff, so in control of everything. Always in control of me.” He worked the buttons until they were undone and pulled the flaps open as wide as he could.
“I have to say though, I like this. I like seeing you…undone.” Cain climbed off Riff and kneeled to his left hand side. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to the hairs that peeked of the ‘v’left by the opening.
Riff groaned again. “Sir,” he gasped.
“Shh…” Cain exhaled. He tugged at Riff’s trousers and Riff lifted his hips so that they would slide off more easily. Then he sat up and shed his shirt and vest while Cain pulled the trousers over his feet. “So cold,” Cain said.
“Let me warm you, sir.” Riff wrapped his arms around Cain’s waist and fell backwards onto the floor so that Cain landed on top of him. Pre-come dripped onto his stomach as Cain slid down so that his head was level with Riff’s. Their mouths were together again then. Cain’s tongue slipped past Riff’s teeth as Riff’s hand slipped between Cain’s legs and pulled at Cain’s cock. They groaned in unison.
Cain let his tongue slide out of Riff’s mouth and across Riff’s cheek. He buried his face in the crook of Riff’s neck and started to kiss and bite every piece of skin he could find. Riff’s hips bucked upwards and Cain pulled away. “Bad Riff, I’m in control here. You’ll do what I tell you, and when I tell you. Do you understand?”
Riff bit his lip and nodded as Cain slid his hips backwards so that their cocks brushed. “Mmff..” Riff groaned. Cain smiled and leaned forward to suckle at one of Riff’s nipples. He nipped at it lightly and Riff threw his head sideways. His hips moved again, even though he tried to restrain them.
“Riff, you certainly are bad at doing what you’re told. Though, I suppose you always have been, or you wouldn’t still be here with me would you?” Cain’s voice was small, and Riff was torn between the need to hug him and the need to roll him over and smother Cain with his body. Cain looped his tongue around one of Riff’s nipples and then trailed it down his chest on the same path his fingers had taken earlier. When he reached Riff’s cock he licked lightly around the base, as if trying to figure exactly how to proceed.
“You don’t, mmmf! You don’t have to sir, its ok, I-“
“Riff!” Cain wrapped his hand around the base of Riff’s cock. “Did I tell you you could speak?”
“No sir,” Riff said. Cain smiled his tired half smile and began to stroke with his hand. Cain licked at the tip of Riff’s cock and Riff watched as he pulled away and the pre-come stretched across the expanse between the tip of his penis and Cain’s tongue. Riff wanted that mouth then, wanted to taste himself in it and conquer it. But this was Cain’s game and he would do as he was told. If only Cain would keep doing that.
Cain let go of Riff’s cock and licked up the under side of it from base to tip and then swirled his tongue around several times before he wrapped his lips around it and captured it. “God,” Riff whispered. “Cain.”
Cain worked to try and maintain a steady rhythm. Riff was sure Cain had never done anything like this before and felt possessive of him for being the first. The rhythm faltered and Cain came up for air, gasping. Riff chuckled. Cain smiled and licked his lips. He ran his fingers over the inside of Riff’s thighs and took him into his mouth again.
Riff felt the ball of tension forming in his stomach start to release as he came closer and closer to the edge. He felt Cain’s hand trail down to his calf and then the touch disappeared as he moved it to his own cock. The rhythm changed again as Cain began to stroke himself rapidly. Riff tried to concentrate more on what Cain must look like, the determination he could see in his eyes holding the body taught, Cain stretched across him and pumping his own cock. But the harder Riff tried the more he couldn’t escape the feeling of the lips and tongue on him.
The fingers of Cain’s other hand were still tentatively tracing patterns across the inside of Riff’s thigh. He forgot about it momentarily, in trying to train his thoughts, and was caught completely off guard as one of those cold fingers slipped into his anus. The muscles of his lower body clenched and the tension released itself completely. It shot through him in waves as he brought a hand up and grabbed the back of Cain’s neck. He pulled the boy’s head away just as he came. It spurted over his stomach and Cain’s shoulder. Cain came then as well, with a small cry that might have been Riff’s name, but Riff couldn’t be sure. Cain huffed and shuddered and fell forward onto Riff’s stomach. His cheek landed in the warm, sticky semen. They lay together, collapsed like a house of cards, and caught their breath.
“Sir?” Riff whispered. He tilted his head forward as Cain situated his face so that he could meet the gaze. Cain wiped his hand on a part of the duvet that hung over the edge of the bed and then brought the hand up to his mouth. He slowly wiped the saliva and come away from his lips and then laid his hand flat on Riff’s stomach. He stretched it upwards, spreading the semen across Riff’s chest.
“You’re mine, Riff,” he said. “From this day forward I have claimed you. Can you handle that? Can you handle not being in control?”
Riff laid his head back on the carpet and stared up at the ceiling. He clutched his fingers into fists and then released them. He looped his hands under Cain’s shoulders and gently pulled him up so that he was nestled in the crook of his neck. “Sir, I serve you because I love you, because it’s the way I know how. I can handle anything you do to me.”
“Anything?” They lay together for a while and pondered the meaning of the word anything before Cain started to shiver from the breeze that blew in through the open window. “Come on sir, we should get you bathed. Miss Mary will be waiting.” He gently and reluctantly pushed Cain’s body away before he sat up and reached for the duvet to wipe down his chest and stomach.
“Oh, right. St. Valentine’s Day.” Cain propped his head on one of his arms and watched Riff as he collected his rumpled garments and started to get dressed. “I still prefer Lupercalia, you know.”
Riff smiled. “I think I know very well sir, but isn’t that tomorrow?”
Cain looked towards the window thoughtfully. “I guess we’ll just have to celebrate again tomorrow then.”
“I should say so sir, but,” he ran his fingers through his hair, trying to loosen any unruly tangles created by the carpet. “But you should expect that you can’t win all the time sir, and I have a feeling that tomorrow is my day.”
“Is it?” Cain smiled and Riff felt a pull of tension in his stomach. “We’ll just have to see. Please close the windows Riff, I’d hate to catch cold while in my bath.”
“As you wish, sir.”
...
*The lines that Riff recites are by Chaucer.
**Lupercalia was a fertility festival that used to be held in ancient Rome on the 15th of February.
KL: *has been typing porn for too god damned long*
Jess: That is some long Cain/Riff porn.
KL: Isn't it? It just keeps getting longer.
Jess: ...
KL: *dies*
Dude, for about ten minutes tonight I was simultaneously watching Roman Holiday, writing porn, and wearing a face mask. I am such a girl it HURTS. I feel like my ovaries have won a battle. But I will win the war damnit!! *shakes fist*
ETA- From the other end of the spectrum of things that are nice on crappy holidays!
bone_fauna wrote the cutest Cid/Vincent Grade School Valentine's Day fic ever. And there are chibis to go with it. FFVII fandom of course, and completely PG. But you should definitely go read it, if for no other reason than to know how Jess KNOWS who I'm talking about everytime she hears me squeak 'I LOVE her!' from my computer chair.
