by Soledad
A Swordfeast universe story
Timeline: about a year after ''Finally.''
Seventh part of the Cameron-storyline, follows my own SWF-story ''Healing Process''
Disclaimers: None of the ''Kindred''-vampires belong to me, and the background situation and the Richmond Tremere belong to the Swordfeast Universe. Cameron's bloodline, however, was created by me. I took his ancestors from the Brujah genealogy on the website White Wolfe Online. Some of the blood relations are authentic, others I simply made up. All the L.A. Kindred can be found in my original stories of the ''Pathways in the Dark'' universe, as well.
Warning: This story contains m/m slash. If it's not your cup of tea, don't read it!
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Cameron woke from a violent nightmare, filled with torture and rape. By the umptieth time. It wasn't new. Every daytime he was awaken by his bedfellow several times. Gloria, Valeria and Allison shared comfort duty with him, shook him out of the clutches of terror and made love to him, gently and slowly, giving him warmth and safety.
This time, however, there was a hard male body curled up against him. He shied away from it with a mental shriek.
''Ssh... easy, little one...'', the soft Australian accent of Carlyle sooted him. ''It's all right, I won't hurt you.''
''W-what are you d-doing here?'' Cameron asked warily.
''Valeria Annunciata was called aways and we didn't want to let you alone'', Carlyle turned him to face him and Cameron saw that he was fully clothed. ''See? No ulterior motives here. By the way, why were you so stubborn and returned to sleep in PJ's again? Sleeping nude would be better for your... tender parts.''
Cameron didn't answer immediately, and Carlyle, guessing the reason behind his behaviour, already regretted asking. ''I feel more safe this way'', the younger man finally murmured. ''Not that I wouldn't turst you, you all'', he added hurriedly, ''but, you know, the... others always made me sleep nude, so they could simply come and take me whenever they pleased, without having been bothered by clothes.''
Carlyle felt his legendary wrath slowly awake. ''Sorrel did this to you, too?''
''Sure. I was his, after all...'' Cameron shrugged. ''At least he was fond of me... he even loved me, in his own twisted way. I wish he'd lived long enough to learn that I killed Archon. Maybe, for the first time in my life, he'd have been satisfied with me.'' The grief over that loss was still evident in his voice.
''Do you miss him?'' Carlyle asked gently. Cameron nodded. ''I miss him terribly. He wasn't easy to live with, but at least I belonged.''
''You do belong'', Carlyle assured him. ''You belong to us.''
Cameron shook his head in stubborn despair. ''No, I don't. Salvador won't even let me go into battle with you tomorrow.''
''Because you're still weak!'' Carlyle reminded him gently.
''I'm not that weak. I'm much better now, at least physically, and I certainly can fight. That's the only thing I'm still good for.''
''We know that you can fight, hermano...''
''Then take me with you!''
''I don't want you to get hurt again.''
''Battle injuries heal, Carlyle'', Cameron said, very seriously. ''It hurts much more to be shut out. I don't want to be your pet. I'm tough, and I'm strong enough. Let me prove it. Please.''
Carlyle thought about it for a moment. The dangerously low self-esteem of the young man had caused the family great worries, to be honest. Maybe, if he could prove himself, it would, indeed, be helpful... ''All right'', he said. ''Salvador would probably kill me for this, but if you insist... you can come with my troups tomorrow.''
Cameron closed his eyes in relief. Maybe he'll be accepted by the males of the family, after all. ''Carlyle...''
''Hm?''
''If I prove my worthiness in battle... will you take me then?''
The Anarch leader propped up on one elbow and stared at his young blood relative in shock. ''What are you talking about? Haven't you gone through enough?''
''I understand that I'm not even second-hand ware anymore'', Cameron murmured, without opening his eyes. ''I went through so many hands, it must be repulsive for you...''
''You're silly, kid'', Carlyle growled. ''Our women wouldn't sleep with you if they found you repulsive.''
''They're feeling sorry for me'', Cameron murmured, eyes shut tight, ''and want to make me feel better, because they're generous. But I'm not one of you, and I'll never be.''
Carlyle rolled his eyes heavenward. ''Don't be ridiculous! Salvador has already declared his wish to adopt you, instead of your disowned Sire.''
''But he never Claimed me!''
''Yes, because you're still hardly more than raw meat in the inside! You haven't even start healing in earnest, so far.''
''He Claimed you... all of you, right?''
''Right'', Carlyle admitted, somewhat uncomfortable, ''but he never Claimed Miguel, either.''
''Who's Sorrel's Childe, just as I am. Did he Claim Sorrel?''
Carlyle thought about it. ''Not that I would know it. But Sorrel was already a middle-aged man at the time of his Embrace. I think, it would have made Sorrel feel... awkward. Besides, Embracing Sorrel was an act of business, if I remember correctly. They were never close.''
Cameron shut his eyes even tighter. ''I see. He never loved Sorrel. Just as he'd never love me. I'd never belong to you, no matter what.''
Carlyle's usually not-so-tender heart went out for the tormented young man in his arms. ''You're being silly, hermano'', he murmured softly, kissing the fluttering eyelids on the tight-shut eyes, one after another. ''We all love you; as does Salvador. You're our baby, we want to protect you. Caine, you're so young and have suffered so much, we don't want to hurt you any more!''
He bent his head a bit lower and gave in to the temptation by kissing that soft mouth, after having fantasized about it for days. Cameron opened for him without a moment of hesitation, sucking his tongue into his mouth, stroking it with his own. Carlyle groaned, the kid had been trained thoroughly, for sure. Imagining this soft, luscious mouth on the cock of some idiotic allies of Sorrel - or that of a Tremere warlock - made him mad with rage. He tightened his protective embrace around the slim body and took control over the kiss, sucking and nibbling on the full, soft lips, intoxicated with the taste of the kid, the scent of his arousal.
''Please, Carlyle'', Cameron murmured in his mouth, ''please...''
Carlyle shook his head, his remaining brain functions instructing him to break the kiss while he still was able to. ''No, little one, you're injured. But'', he added with a sensuous grin, ''we still can make out when you really are that horny. There must be at least some body parts of yours that don't hurt.''
Cameron felt a wave of relief washing over him. Making out was good, very good; he'd learnt the hard way (the very hard way, indeed), how to please a dominant male lover - now he was sure he would be able to drive Carlyle crazy enough to loose control and fuck him into the mattress. He didn't care about his still raw inside, his still badly bruised genitals; he wanted to be filled and loved and kept warm, no matter how much it might have hurt.
Making love to the women was beautiful, they even shared blood with him repeatedly, binding him deeper into the family ties, but women were more forgiving, more ready to accept someone out of pity. He wanted to be desired and accepted and taken by the highly respected, extremely powerful male family leaders as well. They wouldn't give him a pity fuck, he knew. Being taken would mean complete acceptance and that was what he craved, what he needed.
With practiced fingers, he undressed Carlyle and started to explore the huge expanse of his tall, muscular body. God, but the elder sib of his late Sire was beautiful! Tall and huge, with strong shoulders and a wide, smooth chest, with only a few hairs arond the nipples, slim hips, firm buttocks and long, muscular legs: the body of an athlet.
Cameron slid his hand lower, towards the more private parts of his soon-to-be lover, Carlyle was certainly well-endoved (not to mention already rock hard), but not that brutally huge as the Tremere. Letting his wicked fingers play around, he started to slide down on the older man's body, but before he could have reached his goal, Carlyle stopped him.
''No. Not that routine with me, little one. Besides, it's a sacrilege to suck cock with this mouth. It ought to be kissed'', he demonstrated, ''and bitten'', he demonstrated again, ''and gnawed...'' he sucked the soft bottom lip into his mouth, nibbling on it until it swoll considerably. ''Caine, I could come from simply kissing you...''
''Then do it'', Cameron freed his mouth from Carlyle's teeth, sliding down on him again. ''Please, let me taste you... I'm not servicing, you, I swear... I really do want this...''
Carlyle still didn't want to let him do it, but when Cameron started working his talented mouth on his almost painful hardness, he simply didn't have the strength to resist. He gave up all coherent thoughts, writhing and moaning and growling with the incredible sensations, almost passing out from the intensity of his climax.
When he came down again, he found Cameron lying on top of him, his chin resting on his folded arms, liquid dark eyes burning with a fire that hadn't been there before. ''Did you like it?'' He asked.
''Sweet Caine'', Carlyle groaned. ''I just hope you never gave the full treatment all those bastards who used you. It'd have been a waste.''
''They got exactly as much as they deserved'', Cameron licked on his chest lazily. ''I have to admit, I've never been this... inspired before. You're not only beautiful, you taste heavenly, too.''
''I'm flattered'', Carlyle rolled him onto his back. ''My turn now.''
''You don't have to...''
''Shut up, kid. Relax, let me do all the work and enjoy the ride. And trust me... I won't hurt you.''
Cameron obeyed, enjoying the tender touches of lips, tongue and fingertips on his much-abused body. Carlyle was incredibly gentle and careful, his every touch feather-light, his kisses soft and caressing. No other man had even touched him like this. He was prepared some for pain (not that he'd mind it, he was too far gone for that), but there was none. How ever Carlyle managed to bring him to release, it was without any pain.
''You're wonderful, little one'', he murmured, gathering Cameron in his arms. ''I'd love to feel you inside me, but even that would hurt you too much.''
''It didn't hurt with the women'', Cameron whispered, not believing that Carlyle would submit to him.
The older man kissed him fondly. ''Yeah, but they aren't as tight as I would be. You still have to protect your pride and joy... but once you're fully healed, boy, are we in for a ride!''
''Does it mean that you'll take me then?'' Cameron asked stubbornly.
''I'll make you scream with delight'', Carlyle promised, his eyes darkening with passion. ''Heal fast, little brother, you left me with a gnawing hunger here. But I won't even touch your sweet butt until Gloria gives her OK.''
''So, you like my butt, hm?'' Cameron teased, wriggling the aforementioned part of his body seductively. ''You will take good care of it then, yes?''
''Whatever you want, you'll get it'', Carlyle murmured. ''Now, let us sleep. You wore me out.''
They laughed both (Cameron for the first time for more than a year), and in an entangled mess of sheets and limbs, soon fell asleep. This was the first time that Cameron could sleep without the nightmares returning.
The End
