Almost Beyond Reach

Disclaimer: Legacy of Kain belongs people who are not me. I am making £0.00 out of this fic, it is written purely because I have a burning need to create. Although I would like to own Kain . . . then he’d be mine X3.

Rating: PG-13

Set: Pre SR1

Authoress note: Prompt from Emerald: Raziel/Rahab, water torture, what you cannot have.

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[Raziel]

It is not rape.

He simply enjoys tormenting me. That much is obvious now; he has always been what some would call a tease but now his behaviour has moved beyond simple ‘teasing’ and has ventured into the area of cruel and unusual torment. It cannot be rape, rape involves an unwilling party and although he pretends he is not truly unwilling. Oh he may run from me, may fight me, may even hurt me on occasion but he always lets me catch him.

I am not a great fan of the chase, I find it irritating for both involved, but I humour him as he seems to gain some enjoyment from it. He always has, in the past he had me follow him over the towers and peaks of his home, usually not being satisfied until I had nearly broken my neck at least twice. He however never lost his footing once; he always was more graceful than I. He would wait until I landed on lose stone or a rickety edge and then pounce back, landing blows to me, trying to force me to fall.

But I never did.

He was never too shy to use all the advantages he knew he had over me. Always trying to find ways of turning my advantages against me, my strength, and my speed always both were near useless to me when I followed him. He was always a little bit to clever. But then that is why this is not rape, this is not a real chase, he could flee me easily in this place, but yet I always manage to catch him.

However this time I may have a true problem. He has been sleeping, locked in the change; kept away from me when I would have him. He came out of the change with a new gift this time, one that made his other little changes finally make sense. The slits on his throat, the strange texture to his skin ,the eye lids behind his eyelids that are clear and the webbing between his digits. His new gift makes them all make sense.

Rahab was made for the water.

He is treading water now, a distance away from me, his expression smug and falsely relieved. He thinks he has found a way to keep me from him. He enjoys my frustration, watching me pace back and forth on shore line, snarling at him, demanding he come to me. He laughs at my anger and eventually I fall silent, giving myself to my thoughts. Eventually I have an idea.

“You will come out, dear brother.” I smile at him, he glares back at me.

“Why would I do that?” he snarls, his words hard and full of venom. One would almost believe that he truly hated me.

“Because you have children in this place,” I answer. I leave my words as flat as I can manage. Threats are always best delivered when they do not sound like threats. “Children who do not share your gift yet,”

“Raziel.” He says my name softly, never before have I threatened his children. The change in my approach seems to shock him a little but his eyes do not really look surprised. “I wouldn’t put it past you.” He says after a few moments and begins to move towards me.

I smile my victory.

This is not rape, he may run from me, he may hide from me and he may even try to hurt me. But he always comes to me. He may his at me and take to the water to flee from me but now I have him, his skin burns mine but it is not really painful, not in the way submersion would be. It is more like a warm tingling sensation, the threat of pain more than actual pain itself.

This is how I know it is not rape; he may kick at me, claw at me and curse me in more languages than I care to name. But he came out of the water. He did not have to; he must have known my words were a bluff but still he came and he is hard beneath me.

No, it is not rape.

He just likes to call it rape.

End ficlet

Authoress note: I am not sure why but Pre-fallen Raziel has always been a bit of a bastard in my mind.

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