Darkest of Night

Chapter four: Loyal Servant



AN: ^^ I actually did research for this fan fiction so if I have gotten something wrong with the Tarot Card meanings then please let me know.



This chapter is dedicated to my friend Joy. ^^ Thank you for liking the story and taking the time to read!



LEMON WARNING!!!!!



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Cain didn’t return home until late, his nose red and snow covering his top hat and shoulders. Riff had instantly come when summoned, leaving a maid to look after the still sleeping boy. Thankfully it wasn’t the medicine keeping him under but his own need for sleep. Riff had been worried until he had seen the boy make a soft sound before rolling over faintly and curling up under the large thick blanket. Overdosing his lord’s ‘guest’ would have been rather counter productive at this point. Especially if they needed him to be well enough to at least answer questions that they wanted to know.



“Did you find what you were looking for, Lord Cain?” he asked as he carefully took the cloak from the boy’s shoulders and hung it on the coat hanger to dry, taking the hat as well when it was handed to him.



The tired boy sighed, raking a hand through his damp hair and moving to flop faintly into a nearby chair while Riff bent down to undo the laces on his shoes and pull them off. He looked worn and older than the manservant had seen him in a while and it bothered him. He didn’t like to imagine that Cain was so stressed…he didn’t like that it was real. His master, this young clever boy who had gone through so much more than any should ever have to endure needed this complication like he needed to be shot. In fact being shot might actually have been less hazardous to his health. He was sure poor Cain would end up with ulcers or a heart failure one of these days and he never seemed to be strong enough or fast enough or smart enough to keep his lord from suffering it. Riff hated that feeling of helplessness when it came to protecting his master and he would do anything to have the ability to keep him from all harm.



Cain sighed softly. “How is MaryWeather?” he asked, changing the subject for the moment to his little half-sister.



The young girl with beautiful blonde hair and the looks that promised her to be a breathtaking woman when she was older had been living with him ever since she had been found on the streets and taken in. Most were surprised that the young Earl so easily accepted the girl considering that she was a daughter born to his father’s mistress and that alone created more scandals than most aristocratic families wanted to deal with but Riff knew that he clung to MaryWeather because of the desperate need for any resemblance of a family. Everyone he had ever cared about had been taken from him by his malicious and blood thirsty father. The chance to have a sister was too much for even Cain to resist after living alone for so long, even if he knew that in doing so he was putting her in great danger, had put her in great danger many times over already.



“She is doing fine. She went to bed a little while ago, though I must warn you that she is rather upset that you missed dinner with her again. She says she is expecting a very large present by morning.” He said, the faintest bit of a smirk pulling on his lips as he gently pulled off his lord’s other shoe and set it aside then looked up.



Cain gave a dry expression, causing Riff to laugh faintly under his breath before standing.



“I shall have the cooks bake a special winter cake for her?” he suggested.



Cain thought for a moment before nodding. “Yes, I will take her out later to buy something. At the moment, however, I don’t believe it would be wise. If this boy is indeed involved with my father I would rather her not be out in the open if it can be helped.”



Riff nodded, stepping back so Cain could stand and they turned to head to his study. The manservant fell into place behind his lord easily as they turned a corner then headed up a magnificent staircase. It was only when the heavy wooden door closed behind them that the blue haired man felt secure enough to speak again.



“Cain, I would prefer that you don’t go out on your own again.” He said softly, silently pleading with the other not to be putting himself into danger once more.



There had been so many close calls recently; so many times he had almost lost his master - the only one he lived for. After that last run in with Lord Gladstone Riff had come to a heightened awareness of his extreme mortality and how easily he could die and leave his master all alone, once more. The thought made his heart wrench and his blood to freeze.



Cain seemed to sense his great disturbance and looked up to him from where he leaned against his writing desk. The young lord tilted his head to the side faintly in thought, almost as if he was gauging something in the other’s eyes before he offered a faint, soft smile.



“I trust you Riff. You are the only one in this world besides MaryWeather that I care about. Do you not trust that?” he asked softly, pushing off from the table faintly and stepping closer.



Riff didn’t make any outward show of emotion but he swallowed thickly at the thought.



“I would sooner die than not trust your word Cain.” He said firmly. “But your father-…Alexis would do anything to make your life miserable, Cain. I do not want to give him the chance to add more pain.”



“And I do not want my manservant questioning my actions.”



Riff blinked, faintly startled as he stared silently at the other for a moment before lowering his head.



“I apologize my Lord, I was out of line. I trust your judgment.” He said, though his voice was absent of any emotion, causing Cain to frown faintly.



He had not wanted to use such words against Riff, not when he was so important to him, but he was afraid to allow him to become anymore of a target to his father than he already was. Alexis knew how close they were, he had seen it when Cain was younger and Riff had first been placed in charge of his care. He could never imagine a day without him at his side. He did not want him to find out just how close they had become after years of being together. He wanted desperately to be able to send Riff away, to keep him safe from everything that plagued his life but he knew that he couldn’t. He wouldn’t be able to survive away from him and he knew that Riff would never forgive him for doing so. Neither he could live with so he was left with the only solution of being careful and praying to any god that hadn’t already forsaken him that the blue haired man wasn’t added to the list of those loved and lost.



The dark thoughts flashed in his eyes and just as he was about to go into horrible memories a pair of strong, firm arms wrapped around him, bringing him back down to earth and giving him the foundation he needed to cling to. Cain instantly leaned into the embrace and reached up to grip desperately to the back of Riff’s shirt, all words from before forgotten as he clung to the taller man.



“He’s coming closer.” He whispered shakily, burying his face into the other’s chest. “No matter what I do, my path always leads to him…he will take you from me, I know it. He will take you and Mary and I will be forced to watch as he destroys all that I love.”



Riff’s eyes hardened at the other’s words, clutching him closer so that he could feel the deep scars on the other’s back from the abuse inflicted on him by his demon of a father. He hated hearing the pain and fear in Cain’s voice, hated knowing that if the young man had held less mental and emotional strength that he would be crying. The image of seeing those tears again made his chest clench so he buried his nose into the soft ebony hair and took in the other’s scent as they both stood there silently as Cain tried to pull himself together.



“I would never let him bring anymore pain to you…no matter what form it might bring.” He whispered heatedly into the other’s ear. “Never. I will protect you always.” He swore, glad that the boy’s hands had stopped shaking so badly.



Cain took a few deep breaths, still hiding in Riff’s arms before he had gathered himself enough to look up to the one who had always been at his side. Ignoring all other fears he leaned in and captured the other into a desperate, hungry kiss, his nightmares of loosing him and the memory of what it felt like to be alone fueling his frantic need to feel Riff against him, to know that he was there and that he wasn’t going to leave him. Riff understood and gladly leaned in to return the kiss, not taking over but massaging the other’s lips just as deeply.



“I’m here Cain,” he murmured into the other’s soft lips. “I’m here.”



The words seemed to fight some of the fear from Cain’s heart but he didn’t want to pull away. Again Riff understood and gently let his hands massage the lower part of his lord’s back, gently pulling the shirt out from his finely crafted pants and let his fingers roam over the scarred skin, finding it just as beautiful as any unflawed skin, and in some ways more so. Those scars were the proof that Cain had survived, that he was hurt but still alive and Riff was so incredibly thankful for that fact.



Silently the two maneuvered towards the door that connected the master’s study to his sleeping chambers and slipped inside. Riff momentarily broke the kiss, just long enough to lock the door behind them and make sure that both the doors out into the hall and the doors on the balcony were locked as well and curtains drawn before returning to Cain who was watching him with such heat that the older almost blushed.



Words were not needed as his lips descended once more onto his lord’s and his nimble, skilled fingers began unbuttoning Cain’s silk shirt. It was easily cast aside and then the belt and gloves. Riff almost found it amusing when he felt fingers working on the simple buttons of his own shirt, knowing that Cain rarely even undressed himself and now was helping him out of his clothes. The amusement, however, was short lived as it too was tossed aside and his lord’s hands traced over his chest, causing a few muscles to jump at the touch and fueling the desire in the lower extremities of his body.



Riff reached up to hold the side of Cain’s face as he maneuvered them carefully to the bed. Once they were comfortably on the silken and plush bedding he began letting his hands roam as well, mapping out the familiar chest of his lover and master. Their lips parted and the manservant gently began kissing his way down the delicate neck and shoulders of the Hargreaves heir, enjoying the smooth taste of his skin and the soft sounds that bubbled from the other’s throat without him realizing it. That was what he wanted, what Riff hoped for more than anything was to be able to let Cain forget everything and just feel.



Hands descended into his hair as his tongue flicked out to taste the smaller’s collar bone, sucking softly and enjoying the act of marking the soft pale skin. It was always so amusing to watch Cain try and pass the marks off to MaryWeather by saying he was with some aristocratic girl. He knew he never had to fear for Cain to turn to another. He was the only one the noble trusted to see his scars. Sleeping with some shallow woman with no pride and no shame was simply out of the question.



Hearing Cain moan softly he decided it was time to move on again and he began kissing lower, coming to the perked nipples that were turning a soft pink from the arousal they both felt between their legs. He wasted no time in descending on the closest one and running his tongue leisurely over the hot flesh, his heart jumping at the soft grunt Cain let out and the way the fingers in his hair tightened in reflex. Nipping softly he alternated between blowing softly on the damp skin and sucking to bring shockwaves of pleasure through the lord’s body.



“Riff…”



Gods, Riff could almost release by hearing Cain moan his name like that alone. The heat filling his voice, the desire and trust and desperate plea for more made his blood flow fire and soon his fingers had made short work of both of their belts and only a few moments after that their pants and undergarments were tossed and joined the rest on the floor.



His heartbeat pounded into his ears as he ran his hand over the curve of Cain’s backside, gently lifting his legs to bend so that the boy wouldn’t be uncomfortable before he dived down in between them and gently ran his fingers over the eager and hard length that was offered to him. Cain’s soft gasp of pleasure filled his ears and that was all Riff could think of as he gently fondled the sacks around the base and flicked out his tongue to trail along the underside of the hot shaft. The member twitched at the touch and more moans filled the air and encouraged him to continue.



Deciding that he could go slow later and knowing that most of all Cain needed to be able to release all the energy of his worry, he leaned in and opened his mouth to take in the tip of his lover and began sucking softly, moving his tongue over the top to lick up the already seeping precum. Cain’s body jerked faintly, his head falling back into the pillows as he gripped one hand desperately into Riff’s hair while he used the other to bite onto his fingers so that he wouldn’t call out the other’s name. His moans were barely stifled though and caused Riff’s own length to harden almost painfully between his legs as he continued to pleasure the younger boy.



After thoroughly teasing the tip, Riff opened his mouth wider and slid down more to take Cain in completely to his mouth, moaning softly when he heard a sharp gasp from his partner and feeling the muscles jerking under his touch. Heat invaded his mind as he began sucking needingly on his prize and begging for the hot seed to be offered to him. Raking his teeth over the shaft and using his tongue to massage the throbbing length brought more moans and whimpers and begging from Cain until the boy’s body jerked and arched desperately into his hot mouth. The dark head fell back and he let out a silent cry as the semen splashed against the back of Riff’s throat and he quickly swallowed.



Riff let him ride the tremors of climax before gently licking him clean and crawling up the other’s body until he could lean down and capture those soft lips into a kiss once more. Cain complied gladly, reaching up to wrap his arms around his next gently and pulling him down against his chest.



“Riff.” Cain murmured weakly into his lips, not even aware he was speaking as he lifted one leg to wrap around Riff’s thigh and pull him closer.



Riff groaned softly, his member so hard by the other’s actions and sounds that it ached for relief. But he wouldn’t do it…not unless Cain gave him permission…he always asked permission.



“Cain?” he whispered breathlessly into his ear. “Please…I need you.”



Those haunting gold eyes looked up into his own icy blue ones and the next moment he had pulled him down into a fiery deep kiss.



“Yes…yes I need you too.” He whispered back, shifting his hips slightly to for easier entrance.



Riff moaned deep in his throat at the action and he fumbled for the nightstand before pulling out a bottle of scented oil and using it to coat his own length before reaching down and teasing the entrance of his lover, bringing another soft moan. Not waiting for another invitation, he leaned in and guided himself into the tight, impossibly hot body of the boy he loved.



“G-gods Riff.” Cain moaned weakly as he clenched around the large manhood that sent ripples of pleasure mixed with dull pain through his body.



Riff groaned and buried his face into Cain’s neck before waiting for his lord to adjust. Once he was sure he wouldn’t hurt him, Riff began to move deep inside the tight muscles at a hungry pace. He could feel the breath on his ear, hear the moans and feel the vibrations of them from the other’s neck. He could feel the heat from their bodies brushing together and the friction that made his whole body tense. He gripped desperately at Cain to keep himself anchored as a fast, deep rhythm was created by their bodies.



The pants echoed in his ear, the feel of Cain’s nails digging into his back and the taste of the salt of his skin. Everything was so overpowering it left his head spinning, his lungs fighting for breath and still his body begging for more. Faster and harder he began to thrust into the boy below him, the boy he had loved for so long and would die to protect. Another thrust, he was getting closer, so closer. He could feel the muscles clenching around his length. Another and another, desperate and deep until light exploded in his mind and he muffled a cry into Cain’s shoulder as he released harshly into the tight body. He could feel Cain arch once more beneath him, his climax being triggered by his and the seed splattered along their stomachs and chests.



Riff was sure he would never be able to move again as he rode out the amazing waves of pleasure that washed over his body, leaving a warm tingling sensation behind. He could still hear Cain’s panted breath; feel the fingers lying against his skin. It felt perfect, right, and he never wanted to pull away.



“I love you Cain.” He whispered softly into the boy’s ear, wanting to make sure he knew that even if everything else in the world crashed around him…that he would always be by his side.



Cain didn’t seem to hear him for a moment, he didn’t react, but his fingers moved up to Riff’s soft hair and buried themselves into the silken strands and cradling him close.



“I know Riff.” He whispered back.



Nothing else was needed; nothing else mattered and if only for that night the two were safe in each other’s arms and nothing could harm them.



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