Title: Voyeur

Author: Henrika

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Kraven/Viktor

Summary: Shortly after Viktor is awakened, Kraven goes to visit him and sees something… unexpected.

Fandom: Underworld, pre-movie

Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters, and this story is not-for-profit. Please don’t sue.

A/N: This story takes place a few centuries before the movie events, although the exact year is not stated. Also, contains some pretty mild BDSM.

Part I: A Moment to Savour

Viktor shifted in his large bed, taking a deep, tentative breath. He recently been awakened after a two-century slumber and had not used his lungs during all that time. The Elder’s body was still recuperating, and he has retreated to his personal chambers to get some rest before he was fully restored.

Turning onto his back, he stretched like a cat, his long, supple, naked body still slightly stiff from the long period of inactivity. The needles supplying him with blood had been taken out hours ago, and now his body was doing the rest of the work itself. Viktor’s usual appearance was almost restored; only his skin needed to regain some more colour.

It felt good being awake again. There were a lot of things he needed to catch up on… feeding… and whatever other needs his body had.

Viktor slid his hand in underneath the smooth, slight silk sheet which covered him, stroking his own chest and continuing downward. Past his flat belly and over his still quite prominent pubic bone. Then he encountered that which craved to be touched and closed his hand around the now semi-hard organ.

“Ahhh…” The soft whisper that left the Vampire Lord’s lips was soon accompanied by a much louder moan.

*~*~*

Kraven was on his way to the recently awakened Elder’s chambers to see how Viktor was feeling. He had barely spoken with his Sire after the awakening procedure and thought that now would be as good a time as any to do so. Viktor had had time to recuperate and surely wanted to taste some real blood. That was why Kraven was carrying a tray with two glasses almost filled with the precious life fluid: one for himself and one for Viktor.

Once he reached his destination, he spent a moment simply staring at the beautifully ornate door. No one had lived there for two centuries. The chambers had been tidied and prepared shortly before the awakening, but it felt odd knowing that they were inhabited again.

After some indecisive minutes, the appointed Regent finally gained the courage to raise his hand and knock on the door. He waited with anticipation, but there was no response. He knocked again, harder this time, but still nothing.

“My Lord…?” he called tentatively. “It’s me, Kraven… I hope I’m not disturbing you, but I thought you might like some refreshments? Are you asleep? My Lord? Viktor…?”

Still no answer. Kraven pressed the side of his face against the thick door, hoping to discern some sounds, but even his keen Vampire ears weren’t enough. “My Lord? Are you in there?” he called again and the first sting of fear for his Sire emerged. Had something happened to Viktor? Maybe the Elder had retreated too soon and was still too weak to get by without any further blood transfusion?

“May I come in?”

Kraven waited for an answer but was met with silence yet again. That settled it. He would not leave before he’d made sure Viktor was either alright or somewhere else. Trying the doorknob, he found it unlocked and carefully pressed it down, opening the door slowly…

The sight that met Kraven made the raven-haired Vampire’s jaw drop to the floor. His Sire was lying on his king-sized bed, stark naked, sheets kicked back, vigorously pumping his hard shaft, engorged and purplish with arousal. He was also moaning… although no sounds had gotten through the solid door to his chambers.

Kraven’s first thought was that he simply had to be imagining this and even blinked a few times just to make sure. It didn’t help. Viktor was still there, still as enraptured and clearly oblivious of Kraven’s presence. The younger Vampire knew what he should do. He should back out, close the door as softly as possible, and try his best to forget the sight before him. But he couldn’t do it. Viktor’s intimate display of self-pleasure kept him riveted to the spot, and he couldn’t help staring at the masturbating Elder with fascination and… excitement.

Almost fully restored, Viktor’s body was truly beautiful; long, graceful limbs, thin, wiry muscles and sinews, pale, spotless skin, now covered by a slight sheen of sweat… and his endowment wasn’t bad either. Unaware of himself, Kraven licked his lips and his fangs elongated against his full bottom lip. He wasn’t going anywhere…

*~*~*

Nothing mattered anymore… nothing except driving himself toward a climax. Viktor threw his head back and howled almost like a Lycan, jerking his throbbing, bursting cock with quick, rough strokes. He was so close now… close to having his first orgasm in over two hundred years.

Only seconds later he came, and his seed - albeit in a small amount - splashed his stomach and fist. Drained, the Elder sank back against his plush velvet pillows and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his left hand. With his right he was still touching his now softening member, caressing rather than pumping it. What he craved now was blood… hot, rich, human blood; not the stale taste of cattle he’d gotten used to drinking.

Suddenly he jerked from pure terror. There was someone else in the room with him! Now that he wasn’t “occupied” anymore, he could feel it! Viktor’s head snapped in the direction of the door, and he instantly spotted the intruder.

Kraven!

*~*~*

Kraven thought he was going to die. If not by Viktor’s hand, then at least from a bursting heart. The Elder’s body twitched and his head turned toward the door, ice-blue eyes fixing straight on Kraven. There was as much shock in Viktor’s eyes as in the Regent’s own.

He dropped the tray with the two glasses and simply fled the scene, running faster than he’d ever done before. He neither cared about nor noticed the glasses shattering and splashing the crimson liquid on the floor and the nearby walls. Nothing mattered now… except getting as far away from Viktor as possible.

Kraven’s head was buzzing and he didn’t dare looking over his shoulder to see if Viktor had come after him. But he prayed to God that he hadn’t!

Part II: Confrontation

For two nights, he had managed to avoid his Sire. It had not been easy: he was the Regent, after all, and his duties expected him to spend some time with the ruling Elder, even for purely business-like reasons.

Kraven had spent much time in his own chambers, appearing publicly only when it was absolutely necessary. He knew he couldn’t keep this up forever, though. He was doomed to confront Viktor sometime, and as they were living under the same roof, he feared it might happen pretty soon.

He also wondered if the Elder was mad. Viktor really didn’t have any right to be. True, Kraven had caught him in a very compromising position, but the Regent didn’t think any of it was his fault. He had knocked on the door - several times - and after not getting an answer, he’d looked inside purely out of concern for his Sire.

Although… there was the question why he had stayed to watch. Kraven really didn’t know the answer to that himself. He’d simply been… mesmerized.

On the third night after the incident, Kraven simply couldn’t hide anymore. He was angry with himself for letting it affect him so strongly and with Viktor for… well, for simply not locking his door before indulging in such activities!

Shortly after sundown, he dressed in a stylish, dark attire and left his chambers, heading for the kitchen area. This early in the evening, no other Vampires should be there, and he needed some time alone to prepare for his inevitable confrontation with Viktor. Maybe he should simply pay his Sire another visit to explain himself? Although he’d have to figure out what to say beforehand…

Kraven only met one Vampire on his way to the kitchen, and that was a lowly house servant. Normally he wasn’t up at this hour, and the servant girl was clearly surprised to see him.

When he reached his destination, the Regent instantly realized that Fate would not be kind to him tonight, either. The kitchen was already occupied by none other than… Viktor! The Elder sat in a chair by the table, dressed very informally in a wine-red silk robe, sipping casually on some heated blood. A thick book with silver covers lay opened before him, but Viktor was not reading the words written on the pages. Instead he was absently gazing out through the window at the still darkening sky.

Kraven very nearly swallowed his own heart when he laid eyes on Viktor and spun on his heel, making a 180 degree turn as he once again prayed that the other man hadn’t seen him.

“Kraven, wait!” Viktor’s sharp, commanding voice called out. “You are definitely not leaving! Not until we’ve talked about what happened… three nights ago. I’m sure I don’t have to remind you,” he added sarcastically.

Despite the urge to simply run away again, Kraven halted and slowly turned around. He realized that Viktor was right; they couldn’t just keep on avoiding each other for all eternity because of a… stupid incident like this.

But even though he was now facing the Elder, he could not look into Viktor’s eyes. Viktor was looking at him, though, and the other Vampire’s hard, icy stare was making his insides cold.

“Kraven, I can no longer stand this situation,” Viktor continued in a softer tone. “We need to… sort some things out. Can you look at me, at least?”

The younger Vampire reluctantly raised his eyes.

“Don’t you agree?” the Elder continued pressuring.

“I suppose so…” Kraven murmured.

“Sit down,” Viktor said, gesturing at the chair opposite him. “Oh, and that wasn’t a request.”

The Regent complied, still feeling uncomfortable when he seated himself at the table. Was he supposed to say something now? His cheeks were already burning with embarrassment, and he had to fight not to avert his gaze from Viktor’s. “I… I’m sorry…” he stuttered finally. “Please forgive me for… intruding on your privacy, my Lord… I didn’t mean to…”

Viktor silenced him with an elegant wave of his hand. “You don’t have to apologize for that,” he said. “It could have happened to anyone, I suppose… And I felt foolish for not locking my door before I…” The sentence trailed off, and a hint of embarrassment could be seen in the Elder’s face, as well. “However, I am more curious of why you ran and why you’ve been avoiding me these last few nights. And why you stayed in the doorway for so long…”

Kraven swallowed and realized that he was hyperventilating. What was this? An interrogation? Was Viktor trying to make him feel worse than he already did? “I said I was sorry, my Lord…” he murmured. “What more can I say… It was an awkward moment…”

“True,” Viktor agreed. It had been an awkward - and frightening - moment for him too, when he discovered that he was no longer alone in his chamber. And Kraven was really the last person he had expected to see… “I suppose that a youngling like yourself can’t quite comprehend that someone as old as I still indulge in carnal pleasures.”

Kraven literally jerked in his chair. “I wasn’t…!” he objected vehemently, but Viktor simply let out an amused chuckle.

“Did you like what you saw, Kraven?” he asked.

Kraven felt his jaw drop again. “I beg you pardon, my Lord…?”

“I asked if you liked what you saw? Answer me. Did you?”

“I…I… I was…” The Regent’s brain couldn’t compose anything coherent right now. What was he supposed to say? In truth, he had enjoyed what he saw, very much. The image of his Sire splayed out naked in the bed with an unmistakable look of intense pleasure on his face had been very satisfying, indeed. And contrary to Viktor’s beliefs, Kraven did not find him old at all. At least not in a negative way.

But would it be appropriate to let Viktor know that? Revealing the truth could cause further tension between them, but a lie could do as much damage, if not more. So Kraven decided to be honest. Viktor deserved that much.

“Yes, I liked what I saw,” he admitted, sighing.

The Elder snorted softly and repressed the urge to laugh out loud. Did this mean that Kraven found him attractive? He certainly hoped so. The beautiful, raven-haired Vampire had been the object of Viktor’s desire for over a century, but he’d always believed that Kraven, even though the boy was rather promiscuous, found him too old to be attractive. So he’d never expressed his desires. But maybe now was a good time to… escalate things?

Viktor rose from his seat and slowly walked around the table over to Kraven’s side. He carefully placed his hands on the Regent’s shoulders, rubbing them reassuringly when he felt Kraven tense up.

“Don’t be frightened, Kraven…” he cooed in a voice very different from his usual severe, authoritative pitch that made people obey his smallest command in the blink of an eye. “I am not going to hurt you…”

Bringing his face close to Kraven’s neck, Viktor inhaled his scent. The younger Vampire smelled very fresh of soap and newly washed hair, and the Elder’s nostrils savoured the fragrance.

“My Lord? Viktor…?” Kraven murmured anxiously when the Elder’s hands pressed him down and the distance between them had shrunk to zero. Viktor was right behind him… so close that Kraven could feel his body heat!

“Relax…” Viktor cut him off, and this time it sounded like an order. If Kraven had been uncomfortable a few minutes ago, it was nothing against how he felt now! But on the other hand… he felt something else too, which was not discomfort or embarrassment; a small tingle in the pit of his stomach, signalling that a part of him enjoyed the close proximity to his Sire.

Then Viktor spoke again, and his words increased that small tingle tenfold. “If you like what you saw three nights ago, then maybe you would like to come with me to my quarters and do more than just… look?”

Kraven didn’t know how it happened, but he felt himself nod, and before he even knew it, Viktor had seized his hand and started leading him out of the kitchen toward his personal chambers…

Part III: Reward and Punishment

“Strip,” Viktor ordered as soon as the two were safely within the walls of his private bedchamber. When he noticed the rather frightened and hesitant look on Kraven’s face, he smiled slyly, adding, “Oh, come on - you watched me on display for several minutes, so it’s only fair that I get to see you, as well.”

“Yes, my Lord…” Kraven murmured and started to unbutton his black, velvet tunic, which fit his slim, well-toned form perfectly. The Regent knew that his appearance had never disappointed anybody and was quite confident that Viktor would not be the first. He pulled it over his head and looked around for a suitable place to hang it. Before he could solve the problem, Viktor did it for him by taking the garment and tossing it upon his bed.

The Elder eyed the now semi-naked younger Vampire. “Your trousers, too,” he said. “Come on.”

“Yes, my Lord…” Kraven repeated, and felt a blush spreading over his face when he reached down to undo the lacings to his pants. Not that he was in any way a prude; on the contrary, he had stripped for many lovers in his past, both male and female, but this was Viktor. His Sire. An Elder! And someone he had spied on three nights ago.

“Good boy!” Viktor grinned when Kraven slid the pants down past his legs, removing them together with his boots, leaving the younger Vampire stark naked save for his jewellery. The Elder’s gaze fixed on Kraven’s member, which was so far soft. He liked what he saw, though… The Regent had a very attractive body, and Viktor hoped that Kraven’s rumoured skills between the bed sheets were true.

“Oh, and by the way… While we’re in here, don’t call me “my Lord”.”

Kraven failed to hold back a small smile. “No, of course not… Viktor…” he replied, purring his Sire’s given name seductively.

Then Viktor suddenly clicked his tongue. “My, my… presumptuous, aren’t we? You’re to call me “Master”, you naughty little voyeur. And I’m going to punish you for shamelessly spying on me while I was having a private moment!”

Kraven gulped. “Master”?? And what was Viktor saying about punishment? The younger Vampire suddenly started having second thoughts about this. Not knowing what his Sire had in mind made him nervous.

“Face the wall and put your hands against it,” was Viktor’s next order. “Now.”

He could sense Kraven’s nervousness and it made him oddly excited, somehow. His eyes raked the boy’s shapely back and continued down to the pale, firm rump. Viktor already knew exactly what to do. He quickly retrieved a long, wooden cane from a cupboard and eyed the object thoughtfully. A lecherous grin formed on his face. Oh, yes, he could definitely put this cane to a better use…

Kraven twitched when he felt the first strike across his buttocks. Viktor had… hit him? With what?! It felt cold… and hard. The second strike came shortly after the first, and it was harder. The Regent yelped from the unexpected pain. “My Lord, please…!” he cried out, trying to look over his shoulder to see what Viktor was up to.

The Elder came up behind him in an instant, grabbed his dark locks of hair and roughly pulled his head back. “First of all… it’s not “my Lord”, it’s “Master”. Second of all… you have no right to question my actions. And third of all… I believe that your arse will look even sweeter mixed with a slight shade of pink… Now, have I made myself clear, Kraven?”

“Yes… Master,” Kraven whispered, careful not to let his tongue slip again. As strange as it was, he was becoming aroused. The idea of being dominated in the bedroom had never appealed to him before, but suddenly it didn’t feel as bad anymore. There was something about the older Vampire, something… intoxicating.

“Good little voyeur,” Viktor smirked and actually petted Kraven’s hair. “Now… spread your legs so that I can get a better view of you… No, wider… Yes, like that.” He raised the cane again and slowly moved the edge in between Kraven’s buttocks, nudging his balls and continuing upwards.

Kraven immediately tensed when he felt the foreign object in his cleft. Viktor was not going to penetrate him with that, was he? The thought was very unsettling, but despite all, his erection did not fade. He exhaled in relief when the tip of the cane moved past his anus and up toward the small of his back. For how long was Viktor going to keep him like this? His arms were really starting to become tired, but he didn’t dare lower them, as the Elder had not given his permission.

A tremble passed through the Regent’s body when Viktor rubbed the blunt, wooded end of the cane against his opening, and this increased the Elder’s own arousal remarkably. Raising the object of punishment again, he delivered two more smacks, one on each buttock. Kraven let out a suppressed moan but did not cry out. The boy was learning, apparently.

Viktor dropped the cane to the floor. “Alright, turn around,” he said firmly.

Kraven slowly complied with the “order”. His bottom still stung - quite much, actually - and he dearly hoped that his “punishment” was over. There had to be other, more pleasant activities waiting.

“Get down on your knees,” Viktor said casually, pointing to the floor by his feet. Kraven gracefully sank down, happy that he at least could rest his arms a bit. The Elder stood silent for a few seconds, and the Regent didn’t quite know where to rest his gaze. Viktor’s feet seemed like the most obvious alternative. The Elder had apparently removed his slippers, because he was barefoot now. And slowly lifting his gaze, Kraven also saw that there was a distinctive bulge distorting the hang of Viktor’s robe just below the stomach. A furtive smile appeared on his face. He’d already seen what was hidden underneath once, and he wanted to see it again.

Viktor placed a finger under Kraven’s chin and tilted the younger Vampire’s head upwards. With his other hand, he deftly opened the sash of his robe and slid the two halves apart. Underneath, he was naked.

Kraven hungrily regarded the long, slender shaft now almost poking him in the face. He longed to wrap his lips around the organ and worship it, but he knew he had to wait for Viktor’s command.

The Elder gently stroked the other Vampire’s thick, jet-black locks, tangling his hand in Kraven’s hair. Noticing that his new lover was just as aroused as he, Viktor wondered if not Kraven had enjoyed the spanking, after all. “Suck me,” he said simply. “Put your tongue to better use.”

Leaning forward, Kraven slowly and languidly engulfed the head of Viktor’s erection in his mouth. The hand in his hair tightened its hold, but did not force him further down. The Regent began to suck and lick vigorously, strongly determined to show his Sire that he would not be a disappointment. Not able to take the entire shaft into his mouth, he used his hand to fondle the part that was left out.

After some time, Viktor started making small, suppressed noises, obviously trying not to reveal the pleasure he felt. Kraven’s confidence grew, but suddenly the Elder smacked his hand and pulled him off his erection. The younger Vampire looked up with confusion and trepidation. Had he done something wrong?

“You were to use your mouth, not your hands,” Viktor said sternly.

“I’m sorry, Master, I…”

“Never mind; I wasn’t planning on finishing this way in any case. I want to come inside you, but not in your mouth.”

“You wish to take me, my L-- Master?” Kraven quickly added when he realized his error.

Viktor smiled wryly at him. “Now, aren’t we observant?” he snorted. “Come on, rise… I don’t want to wait all evening.”

Kraven threw a sideway glance at the large, inviting bed as he stood up. Would he finally be allowed to lie down in it together with his Sire? Not that the Regent’s own bed wasn’t large or comfortable, but an Elder’s bed was always above that.

Viktor noticed the longing glances the younger Vampire shot his bed, and he gleefully thought that Kraven would get himself a less than pleasant surprise soon. “Turn around, hands against the wall, as before,” he instructed with a casual gesture.

Kraven looked first puzzled, then disappointed. “But my Lord, I… Master…--”

“Are you questioning my orders?” Viktor asked sharply and pulled the Regent’s head back again.

“No, Master…” Kraven breathed, and a sting of fear pierced his heart when he felt the crushing strength in the Elder’s hand. Viktor could probably break his neck with a single-handed motion if he wanted.

Viktor’s lips curved in an icy smile. “Good. Now turn around.”

Kraven had no choice but obey, but he didn’t like this. Viktor was going to fuck him from behind like some… Lycan?! He had hoped for something much more intimate, like lying beneath his Sire in the bed, but… this? It was humiliating.

Sensing Kraven’s anxiety, Viktor reached out and half-heartedly stroked the boy’s sensitive spine, fully visible through the skin. “Don’t be afraid, my pet - I won’t hurt you… at least not if you are good and do as I say…”

He left Kraven for a moment to retrieve something from a drawer in his bedside table. This “something” was a small vial of fragrant oil. Viktor really didn’t want to use it; it was sticky and would decrease the friction and thus make the experience a bit less pleasurable for him. But he didn’t want to hurt Kraven by entering him dry. Even if the Elder cared most for his own pleasure, he was not a completely selfish lover.

“Legs apart…” he whispered in Kraven’s ear and slid his fingers into the younger Vampire’s cleft, seeking out his opening. Kraven sighed softly when the long, elegant fingers penetrated him, digging into his channel to stretch and prepare him. When Viktor pulled the fingers out and replaced them with his hard cock, the Regent felt slight discomfort but no actual pain. The Elder had been considerate enough to use something to ease the way, and he wasn’t being overly rough.

Grabbing Kraven’s hips, Viktor slowly impaled the beautiful young Vampire on his throbbing erection, sliding in all the way to the base. He stayed still for a while after the entry, giving Kraven time to adjust, although he knew that this was hardly the other’s first time being entered.

“Ahh, so tight…” he panted, relishing the smooth, tight heat of Kraven’s body around his member. Then he began thrusting.

Kraven’s body quickly accepted the intrusion and began taking pleasure in the act. He met the Elder’s thrusts, pushing back against him and urging him to speed up. While he still would have preferred the bed, he no longer minded the position. Viktor’s cock nudged that special spot within him with almost every thrust, and the sensation was electrifying. The Regent’s own cock stood hard and straining against his belly, and he would have reached down to stroke it if he hadn’t needed both hands to keep himself upright against the wall.

Viktor smiled confidently to himself when he heard Kraven’s ecstatic moans and watched the young, supple body write in pleasure before him. He slid his hands up along the other’s sides, continuing to his back and beautifully sculptured shoulders. “Oh, yes, my pet…” he said between pants. The Elder loved how the younger Vampire’s body contracted around his cock, enhancing the incredible tightness. “Just like that…”

Reaching over to Kraven’s abdomen, he found the boy’s rock-hard cock and closed his hand around the hot, throbbing organ, drawing a strangled moan from Kraven. “Do you want me to let you come?” he whispered teasingly in the Regent’s ear.

“Oh, YES… Master, please… please, let me come…” Kraven babbled, knowing he was unable to last for long when the two pleasurable sensations were mixed.

Viktor kissed the tempting sight before him - Kraven’s long, elegant neck, head thrown backwards in intense pleasure. And the temptation grew too great to resist. The Elder’s fangs elongated in an instant and he sank them into his new lover’s neck, eagerly gulping the hot, salty blood that coursed into his mouth.

The slight pain of being bitten only added to the stimulation and triggered Kraven’s orgasm. He came hard, crying out his release and squirting his seed all over Viktor’s hand and the wall. The Elder soon followed, keeping his mouth latched to the smooth, pale neck which offered the sweet nectar that was Vampire blood.

Kraven slumped against his Sire, desperately fighting the fatigue that had come over him. Viktor was still drinking from him, and the blood loss was starting to make itself felt. He tried to ask Viktor to stop, but all that left his lips were incoherent murmurs and whispers.

He actually wondered if this was going to be the death of him before he finally fainted and went completely limp in Viktor’s arms. 

The Elder forced himself to stop only when the younger Vampire passed out from exhaustion. Lips red with blood, he licked the last drops from the two small puncture wounds he’d created. Kraven’s eyes were closed and his legs no longer supported his weight.

For a split second Viktor feared that he might have taken too much and killed the boy, but then he noticed that Kraven was merely unconscious, not dead. Lifting the limp body into his arms, Viktor carried the Regent to his bed, and gently tucked the unconscious Vampire down. A small rill of blood slowly trickled down Kraven’s neck, and the Elder wiped it away with his finger, which he then put into his mouth, licking it clean. Kraven’s blood really tasted divine… even more so after he’d been made a Vampire.

Viktor cleaned himself, redressed, and checked his own reflection to make sure he looked presentable before leaving his chambers. Kraven was still unconscious, but Viktor had some important business to attend to and couldn’t stay with the boy. Surely the Regent would be confused - and a bit light-headed - when he woke up, but at least he’d get to know what an Elder’s bed felt like.

Viktor threw one last glance at the other Vampire’s fair features before exiting his bedchamber. Hopefully Kraven would still be there when he returned.

Finis