Ares/Kane and Eris/Brenna: Reverse Exorcism Who: Ares/Kane and Eris/Brenna Where: Kane's hotel room When: Thursday evening What: Reverse Exorcism to awaken Eris Rating: R Status: Complete
She ran the back of her hand over her lips, an action that was almost dainty but impossible to call 'lady-like' considering what her mouth had just been doing. Brenna cackled softly as she made her way up his body, kissing and nipping a return path along his chest. Sure, she'd missed having the incredible sex with him during Kane's long-weekend absence, but the dark-haired woman was also surprised to learn it was him, not what he caused her to feel, that she missed. Not having him to converse with or to stroll along the shops, making snide comments about the other tourists and merchants. But that hardly mattered now. Not when they were both naked, coming down from their mutual bliss; her lithe form perched atop his muscular torso, straddling him while smirking down at him like a very smug and content house cat with his golden gift dangling between her breasts.
Kane was amazing. The heights he drove her to, the pleasure he filled her with was like none she'd ever experienced before. Not that the Irish woman hadn't enjoyed sex before but it was this man who awakened things inside her and filled her to the brim with ecstasy in ways she didn't know were possible. When they were together, everything felt right. Complete. Add to that the fact he was connected to the journals as she suspected, meaning she wasn't entirely insane, and she was very glad she'd chosen to stay in Athens for the extended holiday.
Brenna's fingers danced along the marks she'd darkened his flesh with before purring in a brogue-heavy voice, "Much better way of having a conversation, don't you think?" Another chuckle and the brunette leaned forward to nip violently at his bottom lip before sitting back up and surveying the damage they'd caused to his room. A desk chair was overturned and the mirror was slightly askew but all in all it was no where near as catastrophic for the furniture as their first night together had been. The purple material of her outfit - there was too little for it to be considered a dress - lay puddled on the floor with one of the 'fuck me now' silver heels she'd worn. Where its mate had gotten to, Brenna couldn't care. She smiled once more at Kane, eyes flashing with a rising tide of heat, and tossed the long tangle of dark curls over her bare shoulder. "Is there something else you'll be wanting to talk about or should we continue our previous conversation in the shower?"
Kane let his head rest back as he closed his eyes slowly. "There is so much I want to talk about... and not talk about." He said with a bit of a smirk. Since his meeting with the strange woman at the beach. My Queen, my love, my light, my heart, my...goddess... He'd been conflicted, not in the ways you'd think though. The thoughts and memories she brought forth in him were taken with enthusiastic force, he didn't deny them one bit- didn't want to, they just felt right. The power they brought out was more than he'd ever experienced, and having the power over another's life as he had in his job many a time was quite powerful. Even as he lay there with a beautiful woman atop him, he thought of the blonde goddess and the way he yearned to even touch her again. It was like an addict needing a fix, for only when she was near were the memories and flashes the clearest- even now some were like a dream.
But he wasn't alone at that moment, Brenna was with him. Kane's eyes opened again to trace their way back up her body to her face. "What would you prefer?" He asked her, his eyes stalling a moment on the necklace he'd gotten her, realizing just how much it suited her- but not realizing exactly why. His hand reached up and brushed it's fingers down the side of her face and along her neck. The connection they had was un-ignorable, but why? If Francesca was his queen, his Venus Aphrodite, then who was Brenna?
With an impish flash of her eyes, the dark haired woman drew her nails down his chest, just hard enough to add a bite of pain as she turned her head to nip at his fingers. "You really are lost in the head if you have to ask me that," Brenna laughed. Her voice was low, dark as it came from the back of her throat; heavy with sex and lust. There was no contest, absolutely none, when it came to what she would rather do with him still pinned to the mattress beneath her. One of Kane's fingers was slowly drawn into her mouth and she gave a slow, teasing suck reminiscent of her actions only moments ago. "The real question is if you're up for more, love."
Kane chuckled a little. Had he been the man he was meant to be and no the man why lay there now, yes. "In a bit I'm sure I will be." He replied, moving his hand away from her mouth and around the back of her head, his fingers snaking into her hair. "Off for a moment, let me go get washed up quickly and a drink of water." He more ordered than asked.
"Let you get washed up?" Brenna laughed; half incredulous, half joking. If anyone deserved a shower, it was her seeing as they'd passed on the rubbers this time. Still, with a wrinkle of her nose, the dark woman leaned forward to press another fierce but short kiss to his lips before climbing off his chest. She stretched her arms above her head, making sure to keep her movements as liquid as possible for his benefit then crossed to the minibar to fetch Kane a glass. Performing even the smallest task for him gave Brenna a thrill, though had he been any other man, the cup would have been tossed at his head instead of dutifully filled. "You need anything else?" came the sing-songed voice as she looked back over her bare shoulder at the sinfully handsome man she couldn't get enough of.
Sitting up as she left from the bed, he reached up to take the glass when she offered. His hand drifted over hers before taking the water in one hand, the other pulled at her hips to draw her closer so he could take her lips into his. "Go ahead and shower. May join you in a bit." He offered… permitted. The urge to power over her was hard to ignore, it was mixed with conflicting feelings of respect, love, and another connection he couldn't even begin to guess at- it was enough to give one a headache.
Again, she laughed. "Showers are meant to be taken once the fun is over," Brenna replied. What was the use of cleaning up only to get dirty once again? Not that she really minded; if he wanted to go a few rounds in the shower, she'd happily oblige. Still, it was worth teasing him over. "I thought I was supposed to come here for us to talk. So," she shrugged as she sat next to him on the edge of the bed, "we can have a quick little conversation before we wreck the place again before washing off.." The Irish woman smiled down at him once more though it was far softer and more affectionate than the sinister smirks she'd flashed before. Softer. More... human.
Quick conversation? Well considering the amount of facts he knew… "I did want to talk, yes; about the journals." He informed her. Kane wondered how much she'd figured out, if anything at all.
Tossing back the long mane of midnight curls, Brenna gazed openly into his eyes. "I figured as much, considering that's how you told me to come." Fingertips walked along his chest, drawing absent-minded spirals as she spoke. "Bunch of nonsense, really, if you ask me. Magic books and whatnot. The only thing good that's come of it is this. You." She took his mouth with her own for another hungry play of lips and tongue before pulling away. "Nothing to be concerned about, I'm sure."
"You seem to brush them off pretty easily." Kane said, tilting his head at her. "You don't think they could open you to more? I take it you don't believe the writings of Rhea." His focus seemed to be drifting away from the physical as they spoke, curious more about what she was thinking.
"Well, what else am I supposed to think? Beyond them being possessed and myself being crazy," she asked, mirroring the cant of his head with a chuckle. "As for Rhea, whoever or whatever she is, she told me I was worse than Hitler's wife in my past life." Green eyes twinkled with wild mirth as the dark haired woman slid her naked body closer to his. Kane's thoughts may have been moving past the realm of the physical but Brenna's certainly weren't. He ruled her, making her growl and hiss and grunt with each forceful thrust that pushed her closer and closer to the brink. "Though, I'd be all for you trying to open me up more, if that's what you're aiming for."
Kane shook his head slowly, she was denying all she was- not even allowing herself to see the truth. He quite quickly moved and pushed her down to the bed, holding her arms out and hovering over her. "Is that all you want?" He asked, as if she was missing the bigger picture. "Clearly you're not crazy, or else I'd be as well. You really don't see what's happening here do you?" Even he wasn't exactly sure what was happening, at least not when it came to Brenna… but at least he was trying to find out.
She blinked once up at him in surprise as she was forced to the mattress. "See what's happening?" Brenna repeated slowly. See what? A book that some how linked her to him and to a whole slew of faceless people running around Athens. Cryptic messages. Visions and dreams. Her concern had never been what it was about but how to make it stop. "Why don't you tell me what's going on if it's all that important, Kane." Gone was the flirtatiousness, replaced instead with a growing flame of annoyance and anger.
"You're not crazy." He told her. "Those things you've been seeing, their not dreams… their flashes of a memory… of a past life." Kane said, pretty sure she wasn't having any of it. "You're special. We're connected somehow- can't you feel it?" But how? That he still wasn't sure of, though his choices were narrowed down.
The anger melted into sympathy. Of course she felt it! Every time they touched, every time he looked at her, she felt a spark of knowledge that this was 'right' on every plane possible. She'd known his name only a few days but his face was as familiar as her own and being here, like this, pinned beneath his powerful frame, Brenna could die and have no regrets or complaints save that she'd never see that glorious face looming over her again. As sappy and as stupid as it sounded, Brenna knew; she felt it, too. But rather than answer him with words, the dark haired woman pressed forward to claim his mouth and fill the kiss with everything she couldn't express. The love, the confusion. The fear and desire. the taste of him made her heart pound in her chest and filled her that same understanding that nothing could ever be wrong when they were like this.
She finally drew away, painting for breath. For him. "This life or the last, I feel it. I know we're connected; known it since I first saw you," Brenna whispered as her lips skated down his throat, nipping hungrily every few inches. "I am yours. In every way, every moment. I am yours and yours alone. And while I am ever so grateful that those blasted journals brought us together, they are still just books."
Her lips felt nice, he could feel himself slipping away under her touch. No. He couldn't, he was stronger than that and this wasn't providing any answers. No. Snap out of it. "No." Kane said, pushing her back and reaffirming his hold on her to the bed. She had to understand, why couldn't she understand? "You're not listening to me." You're not saying the words. "What does your journal say?" He asked. "On the front." His had been clear, even without his Venus to draw him out.
"My name," Brenna growled her reply. "My name and some Greek gibberish. Means 'Eris' some some shit like that." It had made no sense when Rhea had written it, but it felt increasingly familiar. Felt right... though she still had no idea what it meant or why it was there... or its connection to the man who was currently pinning her to his mattress in a way she would have normally enjoyed if he wasn't twisted so tightly. "Why? What's yours say?"
"Eris?" He breathed. Of course, it made so much sense now. How his bond to her could feel stronger than to Fran's yet still not surpass the love and lust he had for the blonde. Kane's hold on her loosened as he leaned back. "Mine says Ares." Thank god for visiting enough time to pick up a bit of the language right?
She was beginning to feel like an owl the way she was blinking so much. Sitting up once he'd released her, Brenna continued to frown until she picked up one of the nearby pillows and hit him in the head with it. Hard. "What the fuck's wrong with you?" the dark-haired woman hissed. "Who cares if some prankster is out there matching us up with shitty Greek names? Just because she gave you a good one doesn't mean you can let it go to your head." Men. She'd never understand them! With a roll of her eyes, Brenna rose from the mattress then moved to retrieve her dress from the floor. If he wanted to discuss bullshit, he'd have to find someone else.
Kane was quick on her heels and before she could reach for her garment he'd pulled- thrown- her back onto the bed. His form hovered over her and before she could recover from the changing position he'd pinned her arms with one hand and a knee, the other hand held firmly around her neck. He refrained from applying more pressure than needed- only enough to hold her- and stared down at her. His eyes were filled with a mix of the trained killer and the god that resided in his mortal shell. "I was not -given- a 'good one'." Kane told her, his voice less angry and more direct. "And nothing has 'gone to my head', and if you strike me again I don't care what-" He applied a bit more pressure to her neck at the word. "-kind of connection we have or who-" A little more pressure. "-you are to me, you -will- pay for it."
Rage boiled inside the Irish woman as she was tossed back onto the bed and pinned there. How dare he! Baring her teeth, Brenna hissed at Kane - literally - before gaining enough momentum by rocking her hips to drive a knee into his back for a decent kidney shot. "Get the fuck off of me," she growled. "I don't care if you're the fucking King of England, get your fucking hands off me!" She thrashed once or twice, body rolling beneath his causing flesh to slide as tempers rose.
He winced and lost grip on one of her arms a moment when she struck him. And true to his word he retaliated buy tightening his hold on her neck. His other hand moved and grasped a hold of her hair. "You think you're tough? Just because you've a few screws loose and are an 'independent woman' you think you can mouth off to -me-? You have -no- idea who you're dealing with." Kane normally wasn't this mouthy when he killed someone, he kept things short and sweet, but apparently Ares was a bit more verbal. "I've taken lives of women worth more than yours without a second thought- in -both- my lives." He told her, his voice clearly angered now as he spoke fast and held her throat tightly, clearly completely aware that his grip was tighter than 'just a warning'.
Her Irish was up and add to that the 'few screws loose' and she was definitely not one to be messed with. "A little boy playing... games is all I see." Hand freed, Brenna raked her nails from his forehead over one eye and down to cheek in one quick swipe before reaching for a much more vulnerable target between his legs. "And your whores, whether you killed them or not, aren't worth what you paid them," she half gasped, half spat as she wrapped her fingers tightly around his manhood. He could have her by the neck but her grasp was just as solid. "In this life, or your last." Red burned in the corners of her vision but be it from rage or lack of oxygen, Brenna couldn't tell but there was one thing she did know for certain. "You won't kill me," came the simple declaration. "You can't, Ares."
A hand shot up to his face, quickly followed by the other that gripped her wrist which held him in her mercy. "If you won't accept the truth then there's no reason for you to live anymore." He told her, almost confident she wouldn't do anything too rash- especially if their connection was as correct as it should be... he hoped.
"What... truth!?" she asked as she caught her breath but kept her hold on him. "That you're as fucking crazy as... the rest of the lot from the damned books?" Despite knowing Kane could have very well killed her if he'd wanted, Brenna found the power he'd been holding over her to be oddly arousing. Her breasts crushed to his thighs with sweat slicked skin sliding and slipping as he'd quite literally stolen her breath away. Emerald eyes flashed and though a few panted breaths, her tongue darted out to flick over dry lips. "What truth am I supposed to accept?"
His gun was in his jacket too far away to get, and she still had him at her mercy. "That this isn't crazy." Kane told her, trying to keep his breathing calm and the blood from racing downward. "You're not crazy, I'm not crazy... that it's all real and all you have to do is open your eyes and -see- it. -See- me." He felt like he was talking her off a ledge. "Like I see you, and know who you truly are... and let me go."
She stared hard at him for a long moment, wanting to understand, to see him as he was trying to get her to. It was like looking at a backlit figure; she could see the shape but not the details. Slowly, Brenna relaxed her grip and after a few apologetic strokes, released him all together. "You're not making any sense! I don't know what you're talking about. What's real and what do you mean who I truly am?" He couldn't mean what she thought he did; the spectre she was in her dreams was nothing more than a ghostly figment of her imagination.
Kane removed himself from atop her and stepped around the bed. "Come." He said, not really giving her a choice as he grabbed one of her wrists with one hand and her hair with the other. One she was removed from the bed he pulled her arm behind her back. She'd crossed some sort of line a moment earlier, but he couldn't kill her- at least not without her figuring out the truth. Kane dragged her into the bathroom and threw her onto the floor. "Get up, and look at yourself." He commanded.
Oh, he was not starting this all over again! Just when they'd gotten back to being somewhat civil... Brenna growled as she was dragged into the other room and had to restrain herself from spitting on him once she was tossed to the floor. Instead, she merely picked herself up and standing with arms akimbo stared into the mirror. She was bruised, yes, love-bites and hickeys spotted her chest and stomach and her hair was a a bit wild but there was nothing she hadn't seen before. "Well, we can rule vampire out, seeing as I have a reflection."
He came up behind her and slowly ran his hand over her shoulder to her neck. Kane didn't threaten this time, it was more to focus her as his body pressed against hers. "Don't look at the mortal shell." He said, his lips at her ear, breath warmly spilling over her skin. "Look past it, to the Discord. Let your memories surface my lover."
His words combined with the sweet caress of his breath over her naked skin made her shiver. Pressing her back tighter to his front, Brenna's eyes shifted from her own reflection to his before darting back. Look past it. Look past what was in front of her. In front of them. She laid her hands atop of his, trying to draw his touch to more intimate places in hopes that a spark could light the path of rediscovery. "Memories, lover?" the brunette asked, grinding her rear against him. "Memories of the Discord." Trouble. She inspired it wherever she went. Strife. Man versus woman. Brother versus sister. Lover versus lover. He always won. She always let him. Battles and bloodshed. "It's all a jumble. Just a mess of images, Kane. I don't know what you're asking me to remember."
"Remember the battlefield at Illium, remember Polytekhnos and Aedon, remember it all." He told her, his eyes watching her reflection. "Remember driving my chariot into battle as my second, and then celebrating victory in blood." Kane wrapped his other hand around her waist as he spoke. "Remember who you truly are." He whispered in her ear. "Daughter of Zeus, my sister, my brother-in-arms, my lover, lady of strife, goddess of discord." His eyes closed softly as he let the images of the images of their glory wash over them. "My Commander of the new era, my Eris."
The shiver had become a tremble, one that caused her whole body to vibrate with each word he spoke, that washed over her. They came in waves. The visions. The battles. The clash of metal filled her ears, the taste of blood filled her mouth. A horse whinnied as if in the next room. What was happening to her? In the bathroom of a hotel in Athens, anchored to a man she'd known for so little a time but recognized in every way... why, how was this happening? The brunette felt as if she were on fire and the touch of his arm, of him, wrapped about her set her further into frenzy. Helpless but incredibly aroused; she throbbed and ached for more from him. She raised one hand of her own and tangled her fingers in his dark hair while her eyes were drawn not to his but to the golden apple that hung between her heaving breasts. Kallisti. For the fairest.
With heavy breaths, she began to awaken; to come forth like a dark bloom in the night. "Aresssss," she hissed and clung to him tighter, slick with sweat and blind in the suddenly too-bright lights. It was like being born, stepping anew into the world. With him at her side, it was as it should be. But still, her mind fought; Brenna versus Eris, mortal versus deity for control and possession. "What are you... doing to me?"
"Reminding you who you truly are." Just as Aphrodite and he had done for each other- albeit in a different way. His hand at her neck slid down and over her frame to her shoulder, his arm across her chest, holding her to him. "First and true daughter of Zeus and Hera, goddess twin to the god of war, mother of Enyalios."
Brenna writhed, had no control against it, when his hand moved over her skin. "Who I am," came the whispered words as the waves of images continued to batter against her. Smoke and fire licked around the wheels of the chariot. Still, she barreled forward, driving the horses into madness. All for him. For them. For the glory and the pleasure. Pain, too. And blood. The ruby red rivers she would bathe and revel in. Another body fell, followed by a sound too inhuman, too cold and sinister to be her own laughter. Behind her, he stood. Sword slinging, slicing off heads and limps as the rode and nothing from Olympus or earth could please her more than the smile he afforded her.
"Fuck!" the brunette cursed, tossing her head much as the stallions in her visions had before emerald eyes, burning with bloodlust, found the sharp, cooler tones of his. "Help me," she pleaded as her nails dug into the arm surrounding her torso, not caring if her voice gave away the terror that was taking hold of her. She'd spent how long fighting these things? The dreams and hallucinations and... urges, dark dangerous urges that pressed her to do any number of monstrous things, and now they were taking over, with her powerless to stop them. "H-Help me, please."
"No." He breathed. "You will help me…" His eyes didn't move from their reflection as he leaned his head against hers, a smile crossing his lips. "You will be my commander, lead my armies to victory over the weaker gods. You will stand at my left side as we take our place atop Olympus." His arms remained a hold of her, allowing her nails to dig in without argue.
A choked noise, a moan-turned-whimper, escaped her throat through the now flowing tears as the brunette continued to tremble in his arms; sure if he hadn't been holding her, she would have fallen to the floor by now. No longer would they take orders but give them. They would be the rulers of their race, together. All would bow to them, would cower and obey. Those who had forgotten her would be made to pay. Another thrash came with a furious scream ripped from the depths of her soul; wordless and unworldly. Her own blade dripped with blood. It stained her face and clung to her dress. Only the taste of him on her tongue would be more fulfilling. "I... I c-can't... I don't-t..." Hearts pounding as one filled her ears when she opened herself to him and all the pain and pleasure he would supply her. She was made for him. Made to serve. Made to submit. Made to compliment his fierce and violent nature. "Ar-Ares... Fuck! Y-You have t-to... to stop this! Please!"
"No!" This time he snapped the word. "You are Eris, goddess, warrior, no one can stand in your way. Don't fight it, right now is the time to strike. All gods are trapped in these mortal shells, before we fought to imprison them, but now we can have true victory and end them for good."
They'd defeated them. Had put down the old ways and started anew with themselves in power. It was grand. Glorious. But not made to last. Meddlers. Rhea. It was not supposed to be this way! She'd gorged herself on power, blood and anger. Her downfall. Plucked from her rightful place, she was cast down, down, down.
"They will pay." Gone were the light and lilting tones. Gone was any warmth her voice had held. She was cold. She was dangerous. She was war and strife and pain. Green eyes burned with violence as she stared into the face of her other half; her lord, love and brother. The only one who held her loyalty, whom she would worship with every breath. Her hands slipped from his, tumbled back to her sides, not with defeat but understand. Acceptance. "All of them." She was not crazy.