The True Mate

CHAPTER TEN:

When they finally left the serenity of the sacred site and saw, once again, the bustling lights and life of a street, he finally asked mentally, 'Will you miss... his company? And... his body?' It felt 'wrong' to ask something like this, and not wrong in the 'naughty' way he had rather hoped to learn. But he truly had no reference point for this situation. He didn't know if it would be painful for Minori to be mated to only one lover for all of eternity when his young body had already experienced so much.

For Tristan, who had never tasted carnal delight, he couldn't fathom sharing himself with others, but perhaps it was different for someone with a honed sexuality. And still... he didn't even want to think about his lover being touched and penetrated and enjoyed in the same way he'd come to know him.

'I am sorry, Minori, for your sadness, and for my selfishness.' Pausing their trek for a moment he pressed Minori into a deeply shadowed alcove, between two buildings. Pressing his 'fang extended' mouth onto Minori's he couldn't help but give him a kiss.

'If it will help you to bear your memories to me, I will welcome them… if not… I will respect your wishes. But I so want to know your pain and your pleasure. Do not share the memories of that young man with me unless you think it will help me to understand you better... for that is truly what I seek. The more that I know… perhaps the more pleasing I can be.' While the kiss deepened his hands found their way to Minori's hands and they laced their fingers.

Minori followed Tristan from the shrine grounds and through town, lost in thought. He truly wanted to leave with Tristan, be with him, learn and love. He knew that, felt it was best for him. Leaving before hadn’t been so difficult and it was probably because… he didn’t know why. Now it was a little difficult but he’d made his choice and he loved Tristan so much already he’d not be parted from him. It was alright for him to have something he wanted even if it wasn’t what others wanted for him right? Even if they worried for him?

He didn’t realize where they were or how far they’d walked until Tristan pulled him into the shadows and spoke to him mentally. ‘I do not know how to share my memories with you. You’ll have to teach me.’ He paused. ‘There are things that might hurt you Tristan, things that still frighten me and might make you angry.’

Minori broke their kiss, tightening his grip upon his lover’s hands. There were some things he didn’t wish to share with his love just yet. He didn’t want to hurt Tristan and since Tristan had nearly lost himself to rage the last time he’d even hinted sexual torment in him; he wished to wait until their bond and this connection was stronger so he could ease him better.

“Tristan, you don’t have to worry about Daisuke. We did share a bed at one time even made love but I never loved him as I love you. I couldn’t, it wasn’t…” He frowned, “It didn’t feel right. In the end he became like an older brother to me and it was alright. He was a little hurt at first but he accepted it after times and was happy to take on the role of brother. He told me he’d rather be friend and brother than nothing at all.

“Tonight, he came to be certain that you were what I wanted, that I would be safe with you. It is hard for the people at The Dancing Fountain to accept my decision to be with you. They haven’t had the opportunity to see you as I have, to know you’re a kind and gentle person. In the past people have hurt me, I know you know it, feel it, so maybe you can see from your perspective why they are so weary of a stranger?”

Moving his hands down along Minori's body, he pulled his young lover into a soft embrace. "I am glad for them, Minori. For anyone who afforded you security and happiness. I am even glad for Daisuke. I only wish all of your lovers could have been so gentle." Pressing and rubbing his cheek against Minori's neck and chest, he purred demurely, as if trying to convey comfort rather than pleasure.

'Truthfully, Minori... even though I'm glad for those who held you dear, if I could... I would go back in time and rescue you from all the vile creatures who made you bleed... who made you cry.' Widening his mouth over Minori's neck, his teeth gently caressed the pale skin, sensing the pulse beneath, wanting to puncture through and taste him once again, never satisfied with just a sip.

Controlling himself before any feeding took place; he turned with Minori and headed once again toward a suitable place for them to stay the night. A light fog rolled in from the harbor and reminded Tristan of the public bath house. Aside from the painful outpouring of emotions, and sudden arousal of interest from the locals, it had actually been quite a pleasing experience. Smirking at the men who attempted to flee the terrifying ‘water demons’, and also grimacing at the memory of his beloved sister, Tristan found himself shifting between amusement and despair.

Watching his lover from his peripheral vision, Minori could tell there was something wrong without feeling it through their connection. He sighed softly. Never in his life had he met someone with such varying up and downs in emotions and never in his life had he felt his own fluctuate so dramatically in such a short time spans. One moment he was perfect happy or overflowing with joy the next his heart ached so terribly he thought he might break. And now he felt his love’s emotions on top of his. It was no wonder why he felt so weary lately.

But it didn’t really matter; he would learn to cope just as he always had. It shouldn’t be too difficult; he’d simply center himself and meditate more often than he had. However, he worried for Tristan and he wondered if Tristan’s suffering would ever heal just enough for his emotions to even out, for him to find some semblance of peace.

There was something else bothering him tonight, it was that conversation a moment ago. He thought he could feel Tristan doubting himself and even him, thought he felt a brush of fear. What could he do to ease his lover’s troubled heart, at least where it concerned their relationship? Hmm, other than what he had planned, and now he was beginning to wonder if it would be enough, what could he do?

Minori cleared his throat as a thought came to him. Perhaps if he tried to share his memories with him it would make him feel better. If he didn’t succeed right away he could always tell him mentally and verbally. And he could share one of his talents with him. Not that he had any intention to hide himself from Tristan. He wanted Tristan to see every part of him except a few of the darker areas of his past but that was only for now, only until he felt Tristan would handle it better and not be so hurt by it.

Putting on a smile, he slipped his arm around Tristan’s, not caring who saw or what they said, Tristan needed comfort. “I have an idea for us today, something I want to do for you that’s only for you and never been done with or for any client I’ve ever had. I saved it special for a special person, the person I fell in love with.”

Was it because he was a Vampire? Or was the promise of sexual adventure something that would have driven any man wild with sudden desire? Either way, his whole body slightly trembled with anticipation as they made their way onward.

'Something only for the person you love.' He cherished that thought and smiled at Minori. It seemed too much to hope that there was some position or feeling that had yet to be explored on his sweet Minori's fragile body, but now he clung to the notion of being treated uniquely among his clients... uniquely among everyone.

When they finally found a suitable establishment, Minori led the way once again. Standing in the small lobby, Tristan felt his blood racing throughout him. It would have been an upsetting feeling if he were all alone. It would have reminded him of the morning he awoke from his rage to find such obscure bits and pieces of his sister lying around him that he couldn't rightly identify what manner of creature those pieces had once belonged to.

Yet, as it was, he was not alone. He was there with Minori, and he attributed the racing blood to the natural euphoria of love. As he watched his lover haggle with the inn-keep, a bumbling old woman who's mannerisms were enough to make him blush, he wondered if they would have to seek out a different place to stay. Finally the cross face and giant gesticulations of surrender fluttered from the inn-keep and Minori was able to acquire a key.

'It's because I’m a foreigner, isn't it?' He ventured.

Minori shrugged and winked, giving his lover a smile, ‘And what a handsome one you are.’ He sighed happily through their connection, ‘She’s just jealous I get you all to myself. Pay her no mind.’

He led them up the stairs to the best room available and unlocked the door, opened it and entered. Finding the lamp, he lit it quickly and looked around. Ah good, some semblance of a real room complete with a shoji screen hiding part of the bed, a bed with a good coverlet, and a table with sitting mats and its lantern where they could take the tea the old woman was bringing up.

“Leave your shoes by the door,” he said, heading the table. He lit the lamp there and sat with a smile. Before he could tell Tristan the woman would be in, she appeared and quickly placed a tea tray upon the table and left, closing the door a little more forcefully than she should have.

Minori ignored her and motioned for Tristan to join him and poured the tea. “We should talk about where we wish to go and things to that nature. We haven’t really spoken about such things, but it can wait until after we’ve rested. For now, let’s have a warm cup of tea and then I want you to undress for me and lay upon the bed.”

It excited and worried Tristan that just the words 'undress' and 'bed' made his body lurch outward in arousal. He knew that it was possible for human flesh to become addicted to carnal pleasure, and he thought that he was on the quick road to such a fate, but... would that be such a bad thing? Already his soul was pledged eternally to Minori, so it seemed only natural that his body would be enslaved as well.

Calming himself with long slow breaths, he reaching down into the lower folds of his Kimono and touched himself softly, pressing the erection down in a meek punishment for its brazen behavior. Using his other hand to drink the tea, which reminded him momentarily of home and made him sigh in nostalgia, he felt perversely rude. It was not decent to drink tea without the use of both hands; one to hold and one to guide.

'Forgive me, Minori.' He made a sweet apologetic face as he took a long sip of the sweet and floral tasting tea. His other hand, the one engaged in taming his eagerness, gripped suddenly at the beautiful flavor in his mouth sending a flurry of chills all over his body. It made him feel shameful for a moment, because he had never experienced masturbation or even know known what it was until his companionship with Victoria. Until that time his virginity had been so chaste that not even his own fingers had explored it.

But it was quite impossible to remain that thoroughly chaste once becoming a vampire. The very act of feeding sent heavy emotional and physical arousal to every corner of his being and he learned that to exorcise the demon of lust, he had to, quite literally, take matters into his own hands. Often, Victoria would offer to help, but Tristan dealt with his shame privately. It was always his fear that one day she would use her Siren song to force him to let her, but thankfully that day never came.

When he'd finally finished his cup of tea, rushing ever so slightly, which was rude but he couldn't help it, he set his glasses down on the table, and moved gingerly toward the bed, never taking his eyes from the gorgeous creature that desired to please him.

'I love you, Minori.' He whispered in his thoughts as he knelt on the soft coverlet. With his back to his lover, he decided to try and remove his clothes in a way that might heighten both their anticipation. Untying the Kimono's sashes, he turned his head so that he could barely see Minori out of the corner of his eye.

With a slight shiver he slid the robe off one of his shoulders, then the other. The soft fabric caressed his skin as it sank down around his middle. Lifting his arms upward, his elbows out to the sides, he ran his fingers through his hair, and gently swayed his hips, urging the cloth to fall away from him entirely. Letting his hands travel down the length of his body he turned, his cock extended and reddened with the naughty nature of his seductive movements.

'Does this please you, my love, seeing how my body craves even the thought of you?' Laying himself down on the bed, he used a foot to gently nudge the kimono over the side and away from him. Completely naked, except for the slender black sash around his neck, which he hadn't even removed during their time in the bath house, he laid still, breathing deeply and slowly running his thumb and forefinger up and down the aching shaft of his erection.

Minori smiled over his tea cup, letting his eyes dance over Tristan’s beautiful body as he walked to the bed and let the silk slip from his body. His body responded to what his eyes witnessed and while he was use to such erections, he wasn’t use to one coming so quickly.

He perked a brow from his darling lover’s question. ‘Please me?’ He paused watching Tristan’s fingers slide up and down his penis, the sight stole his breath. ‘My darling, you have stolen my breath.’

Minori finished the rest of his tea in no particular hurry. Then he rose from his place and walked slowly toward his lover and lifted the hem of his kimono with one hand. Gently he guided his lover over upon his stomach, mindful of the erection, and straddled his waist. Stifling a shiver of his own from the warm contact of Tristan’s flesh between his legs, he smiled and gently placed his hands upon his lover’s shoulders.

Slowly, gently, his worked his fingers and hands, soothing the not so surprisingly tense muscles of Tristan’s shoulders. It would be better if he had a massage cream or specially made body oil with lavender as he’d seen Aiko use on one of her clients. But he could manage; Tristan’s skin was soft and he like the feel of it; liked the feel of his muscles relaxing beneath his fingers. Of course this all led up to what he had in mind last, something he was a little nervous about.

Taking a contented deep breath, Minori let it out slowly and took his time, moving down Tristan’s arms, back to his shoulders, his neck and was very careful there not to disturb the wound that still hadn’t healed. From there, he moved to Tristan’s back and sides. Then he slipped off his lover’s body so he could attend to his rear and thighs, his legs and finally his feet. He made sure to slip his hands around Tristan’s legs since he still needed him upon his stomach. Later, perhaps another time, he’d give his lover’s front the same attention, but for now this would do.

Minori smiled, gently encouraging Tristan to lift upon his knees and his legs to part, all the while placing gentle kisses upon his butt cheeks.

It was difficult to breathe at first. Minori's soft weight on his back, and even though his lover was clothed, the parts that were touching him were quite naked, and warm... so warm. Tristan's teeth slowly extended and his chest erupted with purring.

'All this purring has me convinced that the old legends about Vampires are all wrong... it was not a bat... it must have been a cat.' He had never received anything like this before, his body felt so... respected and cherished. 'I feel precious.' He thought as he smiled drunkenly. The continual motion of Minori's hands drew out several long and deep moans until with every breath he sighed the timbre of pleasure.

Gradually the massage moved lower and so did his moans. It did not even feel like his own voice anymore, so deep an sensual were the sounds coming from his mouth, almost overpowering the sound coming from his chest. If his penis had not been pressed so firmly between his tummy and the bed it would be jerking in spasms of ecstasy. 'It's too late,' he thought, 'I truly am enslaved... there is no salvation for me... except in your embrace.'

Kisses fell upon him in a place he'd never been kissed, while he was physically and mentally urged to lift his hips. Drawing his knees up underneath him, then letting them slide outward in the act of spreading his stance, he wondered how many times Minori had been in this position and how many times he'd been afraid in assuming it. With his rear in the air, and his face against the soft sheets, he found that he was holding his breath in anticipation. Though he didn't know what to expect, he relaxed his body, eager to release all tension and eager to give his body fully to Minori's will.

He’s so responsive, so malleable, Minori thought in astonishment privately. He’d never been with someone like this. Still it pleased him and rubbing Tristan’s firm lower cheeks lovingly, he shifted into position between his legs.

“I’ve never given anyone a massage or let it someone give me one Tristan. Some things for me are intimate and a massage is one of great intimacy. Daisuke tried once but I refused and I’ve never wanted to give one to anyone but you.” He whispered. “So is this,”

Gently as he could, so as not to startle his lover, Minori parted his butt cheeks and slipped his tongue pass his lips, pressing it to his scrotum. He bathed the place in between his lover’s sac and his pink entrance with care and love, as if he tasted something he wanted to savor for all time. His hands and fingers took up their massaging again, every so often slipping in to tease the tight ring.

When he felt Tristan was wet enough in between, Minori began to tease his lover’s ring with his tongue, licking, lapping, and sucking as if he would Tristan’s cock. The entire experience of it was as arousing as Tristan’s beautiful, deep moans and purring.

Being gentle, being careful, Minori pushed his tongue inside. It was difficult and he wondered if this was what Tristan’s cock felt upon entering him, this pressure, this warmth, this softness. In and out in and out, stroking his lover from the inside, he licked, feeling his cock begin to ache with need. But tonight wasn’t about him, it was about Tristan and he knew how to kill his own arousal on his own without touching himself of sex.

The only thing that disappointed Minori was from himself. He wanted to show Tristan how much he liked this with purring as well and tried but nothing came.

Curling his lips in pleasure his breath hitched in his throat. 'Never... never before have you granted anyone such wholesome loving caresses? And you've never taken pleasure such as this for yourself?'

He wanted to raise from his current position and wrap his arms around Minori and drown him in kisses, but then he felt a torrent of new sensation fluttering at the surface and deeply within him. Immediately his moans changed. The deep digestive moans of physical pleasure became soft and breathy and highly pitched.

"Haa! Ahh! Unnn... Minori..." he crooned as the tender tongue pressed inside of him. He couldn't help but clench tightly at the softness working it's way into his soul. Those slender fingers gripping him, massaging him, wiggling around the entrance of his body, and then his lover's elegant tongue tasting the most intimate of places, he could no longer speak. A flurry of sounds rose from him, breathy and eager all of them sounding upon the point of crackling into sobs.

"P...please... Minori...ah...." he said in a gasp. Pushing back with his hips he sought to fill himself ever further with his lover's tongue. "Oh, God... please..." he felt his fangs shrinking and retracting in response to his overwhelming urge to cry.

Finally a stray tear rolled onto the sheet beneath his face and he bit into the soft coverlet. 'Minori! Will you enter me? Will you take me... in the same way I took you? Will you end my torture and claim me?' Even his internal voice was frazzled and pleading. 'I want... oh God, Minori... I want to be yours... please... take me!'

More tears now, and memories of when he was still alive and a virgin and knew instinctually that what Minori was doing was indecent, even sinful, but as the soft tongue lapped at his inner wall and those lips pressed and sucked his puckering ring he didn't care.

"I... oh... god... I ... need... you.... Minori...” He panted and pouted and sobbed while reaching a hand up and behind him, reaching out for his lover. 'Please... hold onto me... I'm falling too, Minori, and I don't want to slip away.'

Minori nearly yelped in surprise as Tristan’s muscles contracted around his tongue. He’d not expected him to… do that or be this tight. It made it a little more difficult to thrust his tongue in and out and when Tristan began leaning back into him, he nearly swatted his rear to tell him to stop so he could continue.

Then Tristan’s vocal voice lifted into the air and he nearly melted it was so full of desire. It made him tremble; made his head swim. Vocal, mental, feeling the pleasure through their link Minori became violently hard. But it wasn’t just those things; it was hearing Tristan beg him in tears to be taken. No one had ever begged like this and he’d only mounted women, women who were slick with their own love juices and primed for taking. Being sheathed inside a man would be a little different than a woman and Minori was hesitant.

The thought of being buried deep inside of Tristan was thrilling beyond measure but it frightened him just as greatly. They didn’t have any oil, Tristan wasn’t stretched, and Minori didn’t dare touch enter him without either of the two as being filled like this took some getting use to.

But his lover wanted him inside him desperately and Minori’s cock begged him for it, already weeping right along with his lover’s beautiful pleas. How could anyone deny such a beautiful voice? How could anyone deny his lover blindly reaching back for them?

Minori caught Tristan’s hand and withdrew his tongue, using his other hand to smooth over his love’s sweat dampened back. “Shhhh, my love, Shhhh…” He swallowed, fighting in internal battle with himself. He didn’t want… He never wanted Tristan to feel pain while in their bed. He never wanted Tristan to feel the things he’d felt… It would kill him, break his heart viciously if he ever did.

Wetting his lips, shaking, Minori closed his eyes. “I-I…” He hesitated, frightened, removed his kimono fully, then lifted his hand to his mouth and stuck his fingers inside, forcing as much saliva upon his fingers as he could.

‘If it hurts tell me, please tell me.’ He said and slipped his index finger inside of his lover, slowly, as gently as he could. Having had to prepare himself he knew what to do. When he felt Tristan was ready, he introduced his second finger, scissoring, curling his fingers. Then he added his third.

His outstretched fingers finally felt Minori's warm hand and brought a sweet calm over his spirit, even amidst the chaos of his body, his hips begging to open further, and his anus begging for something larger and harder than that beautiful and tender tongue. And then the tongue withdrew, and he gasped in the sudden and consuming feeling of emptiness.

Grinding his teeth and furrowing his brow, Tristan pressed his face into the sheets and moaned in despair. 'I ask too much... I'm sorry... I just... oh, please..' His purring stopped, when exactly it had happened, he couldn't say, but the only sound in the room was heavy breathing, while Tristan waited.

They were so in tune all of a sudden. He could feel the physical presence of Minori's hand, but also the intimate presence of Minori's fears and desire. Thought after thought, image after image drifted like echoes and filled Tristan's mind until his eyes fluttered and he had to close them.

'He's afraid of hurting me... he doesn't want me to feel the terrible things he's felt.. he's protecting me...' he thought privately, then he panted loudly, shifting his hips, hoping that would be enough of a sign. 'Don't fear me; enter me, you precious, precious angel. I will bear everything, all your pain and mine, if you just enter me.'

Slim, warm fingers, wetted with saliva. Tristan almost bucked under the sharp pinch of pressure, but held still, willing himself to relax and draw his lover in. "Oh God... " he growled. Indeed, it was almost a purr, but rose from his throat and felt immensely different, "It doesn't... hurt... it feels... like I'm alive again..." he managed to form the words between groans and loud gasps as the fingers twisted and curled within him, striking something suddenly that made his heart physically stop beating as it was so momentarily overcome with pleasure.

'Minori, you... you...' he sensed all of his lover's worry as the fingers prodded and opened new channels of communication. But he sensed something else, something almost virginal and cute and innocent. 'You've... never done this with a man before?' Tristan realized this and squeezed the hand fiercely. 'I love you so much. You are feeling me... feeling me the way I first felt you... and you'll know the bliss of being inside you're eternal mate... I am so happy for you.'

Choking on a sob, "Ha!...Ngh....haaaa...ahhh..." and trying to rock his hips, his ass greedily sucking at Minori's fingers, he felt as though they were already making love, and in his eyes, they were.

Minori gasped and panted unconsciously rubbing himself against the back of Tristan’s thigh as his lover’s body tightened around his fingers. ‘No, not yet. I haven’t taken you yet my Kawaii…You’re so hot… so beautiful.’

Unable to stand it any longer, Minori withdrew his fingers and spit in his hand then grasped himself, wetting as much of his penis as he could. Carefully, he shifted and pressed himself into his lover’s body. As the crown made it passed the deliciously tight ring, he gasped, squeezing Tristan’s hand and clutched his Tristan’s hip with his free hand. “Haaaaa!”

‘KAMI! OH KAMI! Tristan!’ The pressure surrounding him, the heat… He was going to die and he’d not fully entered his lover! Tristan was so gloriously tight like a fist gripping around him ready to squeeze the cum or life from his body, he wasn’t certain which, either way it was breathtaking.

Gently, allowing for adjustment, Minori pressed in further dangerously on the brink of his own completion until he was buried to the hilt. “Haaaooohhh!” He shouted, panting for air. “A-are you… alright? D-does… it hurt?” He needed more, but he didn’t dare move, he didn’t dare even shift his hips as much as a hair to spare Tristan pain in case he wasn’t fully adjusted. Kami help him if Tristan bled this night from this.

'Does it hurt?' That's what Tristan's lover kept asking in his mind and with his mouth. No... it didn't. But how could Tristan possibly put into words the sensations running up and down his spine? For surely, even though Minori had experienced love in this orifice many times, and could probably even recall his first time, there was no possibly way that could relate to what Tristan was feeling in that first moment of their bodies truly becoming one.

So he willed it... he willed that Minori would sense how beautiful he felt inside of him, and how thankful Tristan was for Minori; for every emotion, every touch, and every tasty kiss. 'Stay within... stay like this... I realize now, how it feels to be... truly loved.'

There was a time, Tristan wouldn't have dared hold someone's hand for fear of indecency and now, with a throbbing and weeping cock entering him, he felt positively ashamed at ever having believed such acts of physical adoration to be perverse in nature. In fact, the moment the hot rounded head of Minori's slender and gorgeous penis pressed into him, Tristan came to believe that perhaps some men were born to experience such pleasure, perhaps they were specially made with eager insides, starving throughout life until finally fed by their first lover, and it seemed, from the way his body, still tight and new, ached to suck Minori within, that he, indeed, was one of them.

'Does it hurt?' How amazingly adorable; his poor Minori for worrying so much. The Flower's penis slipping ever deeper inside, Tristan relaxed into the sensation of sharpness and tearing, while at the same time, feeling all his lover felt; the supreme tightness the almost insufferable heat of their adjoined bodies. Minori was no where near this tight when Tristan had claimed him in the room with the lovely fountain, he now realized, even though, at the time, with nothing else to compare it to, he thought nothing could be tighter.

Now, sensing Minori's cock, shivering and almost recoiling to the pressure, he gasped loudly and clenched involuntarily, suddenly increasing the intensity tenfold. For several seconds his mind flickered between the glory of being entered and the glory of being the first to touch a virgin ass. 'And this arse is yours Minori, anytime you want it... I am yours this moment, and tomorrow, and for all the tomorrows to come. I've said this before, but it bears repeating... you've changed me, and right now, you are changing me yet again.'

Tristan was writhing now, anxious and desperate for his lover to continue, to penetrate him fully. "No... it... doesn't hurt, love." His voice was a skeleton of sound, as all of his energy and focus was going toward relaxing his bowels, trying to welcome Minori, make him a home inside his very body. "It feels like... like... I'm being reborn." Tears flowing down his face, he gripped Minori's hand tightly and then let go. Slowly he used his arms to lift his upper torso from the bed. On his hands and knees now, he was able to look back over his shoulder and saw his lovely Minori, kneeling, sweating, and shaking with need.

Gazing lovingly into those black eyes, Tristan, breathless still from his moans and emotions, gave his lover a tearful smile, "Please... don't stop. I am yours, so fuck me freely."

Minori blinked a moment a little startled with the overflowing crests of emotion emanating from his lover, blinked from the words that left Tristan’s amazing mouth and his mind. He felt Tristan’s ass clenching harder around him and bit his lip with a shudder, reflexively bucking. That bit of pleasure, the swift harder drive and dive into his lover… oh Kimochi! It made his toes curl and he was lost in every blatantly written desire within his lover’s being.

Being careful was no longer an option for his mind had been taken over by lust, his and Tristan’s and only the primal, near vicious need to mate won, taking over. There was still some notes of caution singing in Minori’s head, just a tiny hint.

Drawing his hips back, all most until he was about to slip from his lover’s gorgeous, begging ass, Minori hesitated, getting a little playful. A grin crept over his face as he took in the sight of his beloved. There was truly nothing more captivating, more alluring, than Tristan writing with need, skin coated and glistening with sweat, panting.

‘I want him…’ he thought and indulged himself, gripping Tristan’s hips firmly and drove deep and hard into his lover, pushing as far as he could and ground his hips into him.

“Kimochi…Kimochi… Kimochi!” he chanted over and over again and with drew to his head and thrust hard back into his love over and over again and again.

“Ha..Ha..UHHH… Nggg! Tristan… KIMOCHI!” He called grinding with his latest thrust. He had to have him faster, had to have more of him, had to bury himself until his whole body was sucked inside that hot, impossibly tight cavern! Had the Kami forsaken him, no, not when he felt like this. They’d blessed him with Tristan, blessed deliciously as their favored worshiper, showering him with golden hair, fair skin, and beautiful cherry eyes. They’d given him one of their own to bed and love and be loved by.

Bucking wildly in blissfully raw desire, Minori’s eyes rolled into the back of his head, his fangs descended, and all of his thoughts meshed chaotically until nothing he thought or vocalized was more than inane babble.

“KIMO-KAMI…TRIS…TAN UHHH… FUCK ME!” Was about the only think that made sense the rest was jumbled Japanese and English half of one language half of the other with first of one stuck to ends of the other.

Just a moment after his dirty worded outburst with a strangled cry and wild thrust, Minori exploded with insane unfathomable ecstasy. But he just couldn’t stop, his body had to have more and more until there was nothing left of his lover.

He felt himself building quickly and another blinding orgasm ripped through him, leaving his body in a quaking mess and he still couldn’t bring himself to stop driving into his lover, somehow knowing Tristan had to cum, had to suck every drop of his semen from his body into his sadistic, mercilessly greedy little tight ass.

When Minori first started to withdraw Tristan whimpered, but then his lover more than satisfied his starved hole. Tristan gasped and cried out like a small child, his voice only a shadow of the man he truly was. "Ha! Unn! Uh! Oh God! Oh GOD!!" He screamed out each time his insides were stretched and torn and caressed in fast fornication.

"Minori! Yes! Nnnn-yes!" While the first thrust had been sudden, each subsequent thrust fell into a searing rhythm that weakened Tristan's elbows, dropping him a bit more with each slap of skin on skin, until his face was once again smothered in the coverlet.
Grinding even deeper now, the Japanese Flower seemed determined to penetrate into the Vampire's soul. As the pain of being ripped apart and created anew took over Tristan's body, he let out a long and trembling sigh that jumped pitches each time Minori's cock rammed into him, jiggling his very lungs.

'Dear God, is this how it feels, to be made new? Did Christ feel anything like this while resurrecting in the tomb for three days? And if he did, what angel was blessed enough to enter him and reconstruct him in such a manner?! Surely not one as beautiful and precious as my Minori.' Tristan let the bed absorb his tears and let his body absorb his lover's thrusts.

"More.. God... more...I love you....it's so deep... ngh...Minori... more..." His small voice spoke to the sheets, in muffled pleas. "Haaa!" A sudden sliver of pain corrupted him, as something changed on the inside, something permanent and, at the same time, he recognized this as necessary.

'Deeper, Minori, heal my wounds with your own, and I'll heal you in return.' He thought and bucked his hips backwards to help his lover dig into him. As he did this he noticed a dull pang around Minori's hands. His hips were actually bruising. No matter; those bruises would be gone shortly after their love making was complete, but it amused him that such a beautiful act could leave such breathtaking marks, and he wished, not for the first time since becoming a Vampire, that his body wouldn't heal so quickly. He fancied he would like to see those dark finger impressions on his white hips next time he bathed, so to relive the memory of how they came to be.

Such words, such intense words filled the room, and Tristan listened with great relish as his sweet and soft-spoken angel cried out in erotic vulgarity. 'You're so beautiful, even when you're cursing your voice speaks only of good. You truly are pure, Minori. My little angel.'

Suddenly something thick and heated filled him, and he knew it was Minori's hot seed. It felt so strange, like a small spring of life, so heated and intoxicating. "Ngh.. uhh...Das ist Gut." He mumbled, feeling drunk with semen. For a second he thought his spent lover would pull out of him, and he clenched again, in sudden fear, for he wasn't ready to be parted yet. His fear was unfounded it seemed, for as soon as the cock within him shivered and squeezed out the last of its juices, it revived immediately and resumed it's merciless pounding, seeming even more massive and invasive this time.

'It's as if, you're trying to steal my soul away.' He thought and lay limply against the bed, his ass still in the air only because Minori held his hips firmly. 'My God... if this act steals souls, my precious, sweet Minori, how many times have people nibbled at yours, slowly tearing off chunk after chunk, leaving you scarred and alone... my love...I'm so sorry, that first day, oh my Minori, I bit into your body, but also bit into your soul, please forgive me... my poor wonderful lover...'

It wasn't likely that the young Vampire was hearing or understanding these thoughts as a rapacious lust coursed through him so strongly that it even incensed Tristan, mixing with his own desire and creating an insatiable monster, 'Stay in me, Minori... forever...or at least until I can heal you.'

Though he wanted to sob for Minori's soul, he bit back his tears and let his fangs grow out, bringing with them pure Vampiric energy, which he used to push himself up again, his head still hanging loosely, flopping about as his lover drove into him over and over and over.

"I... will...give all... for you..." He moaned and growled. There was another shudder within him and he lost his breath as he was filled yet again with the hot liquid, his ass drowning in Minori's seed. "God! Minori.... it's so much... I can't take any more!" His cries went unheard, for, just like last time, Minori relied on his Vampire rejuvenation and resumed fucking the very life out of Tristan.

"Yes... please…" his jaw was tight as he spoke, for he truly didn't think he'd survive any more semen in his tight rectum but his own passion and desire had not yet been satisfied and he was glad that Minori seemed to sense this, and thus continued to slip his cock forward and backward, with varying speed and force, giving Tristan everything he always wanted but was too afraid to realize.

"Don't stop, Minori... ah!... Take it all... take all of my soul... I want to complete you!" He threw his head back and bared his teeth almost hissing as the painful grinding turned instantly to pleasure, so much so fast and he was weak again. "Harder... please! Harder!" Burying his face into the sheets yet again, he twisted his body, not pulling away from the eager cock deep within him, so that he lay on his side.

Raising one leg straight up into the air, and extending the other between Minori's legs, he spread himself in an exaggerated way, much more than 90 degrees, that allowed his lover to grind downward into the crux of his body with greater ferocity, as he was now able to hold onto Tristan's leg and use it to center each thrust for maximum impact.

"Ah...ja...bitte... bitte....Gott in Himmel! AH!" Tristan crossed his arms over his chest as they shook with expectation, his eyes were shut tight in painful pleasure as he readjusted to this position, which angled Minori's penis in such a way that it rubbed against his insides quite differently, uncovering a different plane of touch within him. "Devour my soul! Please! I will save you! From everything! I LOVE YOU!" He screamed and couldn't stand it anymore.

Reaching upwards in sheer panic, he pulled Minori forward, but not enough to disengage their united bodies. Eagerly darting his tongue inside the young mouth, he kissed him sloppily, even letting his fangs lightly puncture Minori's tongue and lips. Soon the taste of blood and the promise of sexual fulfillment drove Tristan into a frenzy. "Fuck me... like an angel." He whispered into Minori's ear, then bit down hard into his lover's neck. 'God forgive my blasphemy, but if you knew how this felt, if you loved him as I, you'd say anything to keep him. Please... let me keep him forever.'

With his body seemingly overtaken with an unnatural power, and his mind locked with Tristan’s, only Minori’s soul was left to sit back and watch, though parted fingers over it’s face, the frighteningly breathtaking joining beneath him and it huddled itself in its safe hidden place. His heart had begun to embrace this beautiful Kami-like creature but his soul hesitated in vast trepidation, licking wounds old and new that never healed, always cringing at the slightest hint of touch.

His soul sobbed like the lost frightened child his body and mind had once been; so afraid this new person would come in and torture it, take more of it and it didn’t want to die. It’s boney fingers clawed at life, daring to come out every once and awhile to see sunshine and breathe the fresh air it longed for, but scrambled away at the first sign of another, back into its hiding place.

However, today, Minori’s soul greatly risked wondering from its dark semi-solace, if that golden Kami screaming in tawdry delight near ecstasy really meant what he said. If the pretty golden Kami truly loved him and if he did, was it alright to come out and play again? Was it alright to see light and feel the air and rain upon its maimed achy skin? Could it feel the warmth and gentleness of loving touch once more without the fear of torment and pain?

It desperately wished it was so but it had been terribly mutilated and was almost broken. Looking at itself, tears came anew and it cringed into itself afraid that the pretty Kami would scoff and shun at the very sight of it. It couldn’t come out yet, not yet, not until it’d seen a little more.

Minori’s mind, body and heart couldn’t hear his soul right now and his soul was content with that, content to watch and wonder then listen to what its counterparts had to say later. Right now they seemed to be on a mission of fulfillment and physical and emotional joy.

“Please…” Minori panted, thrusting harder, his body screaming in delighted thrill of this new position, this new angle of suffocation around his cock. “Please… UH… have mer…c-cy…Tris-tan! Uh..Ahhh…Ngggg! Kimochi, TIGHTER!”

And then his mind was lost, he couldn’t think anything clearly, couldn’t makes sense of anything and his body took over with his mind unable to cope with the ecstatic bliss of another mind-exploding orgasm.

However, his body wanted a little more and forced itself into more automated motion. His ass cried out, demanded, and begged to be fed and filled and shook his mind, slapping it until it came out of its blissful coma. Then Minori, coherent once more slowed enough in his thrusting to reach between his and Tristan’s joined bodies and wet his fingers with his cum and smeared it over his lover’s cock.

He withdrew himself violently and shoved Tristan’s leg out of the way and turned himself around, mounting his lover’s member, crying out as he felt it slip deep inside of him, stretching and filling him gloriously full. Not wishing Tristan to lose the amazing feeling of penetration, Minori slipped three of his fingers back inside his lover’s still clenching and ravenously hungry ass.

Fucking his lover with his fingers and riding him quickly, Minori’s free hand clawed at Tristan’s knee, digging his nails into his flesh and lost his voice, becoming almost breathless. It was the most brilliantly spectacular sex… no love making, this was love making anything with Tristan was connected to love, he’d ever felt in his life. There was nothing to compare it to and he wanted them to cum together this time, he begged silently with since his voice had vacated his body.

‘Come with me! Please… Or kill me… I’ll die happily in your arms… Either one… I’ll let you have it!’

“Ahhh!” Tristan almost wept. If his teeth would have permitted it, he would have sobbed. It was as if he himself were climaxing, so sensitive was his body and mind in their connection. Pure pleasure rained down on him, and also inside of him, as another round of warm seed shot into him, completely flooding him.

“Minori… I’m… it’s… so much… I can’t hold it all within… I will… I will try…” He panted, but already he could feel wetness leaking from him, squeezing out around Minori’s cock, somehow slipping past the tight ring of muscle that seemed hell-bent on grinding its nonexistent teeth firmly into his lover’s shaft.

Laying there, suffering, feeling drunk and destroyed and marvelous, he focused on breathing and on Minori’s beautiful being driving into him, filling him with cum, so much cum. Perhaps cum was the toll required for the ferryman to draw out Tristan’s soul and carry it hence to his lover where it rightfully belonged.

‘Take it my love.’ Tristan thought and lay still, his leg still held by his lover, his body still grunting involuntarily at the delicious force of Minori’s thrusts. ‘There is nothing more I can give… nothing more I would rather you possess…than my very soul… fuck me to death if you must… don’t stop until it is yours.’

His eyes fluttered and he thought he was drifting, leaving his body becoming something else, traveling somewhere.
For several time-slowed seconds he thought he was back in England again, in Cornwall lying amidst Strawberry bushes, and his lover, his beautiful Minori was gently sucking his cock. Tristan looked down at the dark hair and smiled and twisted some of it in his fingers, wanting very much to braid flowers into it.

“Minori, we must go inside, it is going to storm.” He said and smiled and moaned at the warmth of his lover’s mouth. The Japanese Flower looked up at him, his face rosy from the chill in the air and his lips as red as the strawberries. “We’ll finish this in the bath.” Tristan grinned and reached down to caress Minori’s bottom lip with his thumb. But Minori wasn’t satisfied and lowered his mouth once more, and Tristan howled out his delight as the first fat raindrop fell to his face. And then he returned from what he hoped had been the future, and felt the world pull away.

‘No… oh no… where is he?!’ His mind scrambled to process what was going on. The intense feeling of completion disappeared, and was replaced by something familiar and something that make his fangs ache for something to hold. He focused his mental eye and became aware of new penetration, but not his own. His weeping cock was completely encased in warmth and he sighed loudly, as if he’d just stepped into warm slippers, such was the comfort of being inside his lover.

“You feel like home.” He gasped and groaned as he felt sweet, slender fingers insert themselves and twist and curl around inside of him, easing the sense of loss, and bringing him ever closer to satisfaction.

Opening his eyes to small slits, he saw, not his lover, but a beautiful immortal bird breathing and living and moving. It jerked this way and that, as its canvas moved anxiously, seeking to draw Tristan deep within. ‘Minor… your phoenix…every time I enter you… must it be reborn?’

Conscious of his lover’s hips, rising and falling, and that sweet anus sucking him, kissing him, those fingers hooking his sweet spot, he smiled in torturous pleasure. Then he heard Minori’s mental voice shaking him with need ‘Come with me! Please… Or kill me… I’ll die happily in your arms… Either one… I’ll let you have it!’ His lover, already thrice spent, had one final request and Tristan would be damned if he didn’t grant it.

‘Yes, my sweet lover.. My perfect, my only, my one true mate! I’ll reach paradise with you! Or I’ll die with you… and together we’ll be reborn again… an unending cycle, like your Phoenix.’ Tightening his muscles, all of them, he lifted his upper torso and wrapped his arms around the man who was riding aloft his engorged penis.

Pressing his face in the Phoenix, he delicately kissed the inked skin, his fangs tracing parts of the design, but not penetrating to disturb it. ‘I’ll never let go of you.’ Trying, though his body was utterly exhausted and his soul was still drifting partway between them, he began grinding meekly, lifting his hips to compliment Minori’s movements.
‘Fire... such fire…enough to destroy the bird on your back.’ His arms gripped Minori’s chest, the fingernails almost breaking the skin - or perhaps they did. ‘I’m… lost in flames.’

“Minori!!” He cried out and paid the sweet price of spirit shattering ejaculation for dark Charon to deliver Minori’s soul into his loving arms.

The feel of Tristan’s strong arms, his nails biting his flesh, and his meeting thrusts drive Minori higher than he’d ever been before but it wasn’t until he felt his lover’s warm seed shoot into him that he shattered, finding his voice again in one final scream. He came so violently, so viciously, his body jerked and trembled as his cum packed up the rest of his energy and left for some distant far away place.

Left floating on some graciously warm cloud where nothing in the world could touch him, Minori fell forward but was held from fall by his lover’s arms. He had to…had to…

Finding just enough strength inside, he pushed Tristan’s arms away and quite literally crawled from his lover’s body, whimpering, panting heavily, shaking so terribly he thought his weakened limbs would give out. He gave his limbs a half rest as he let himself fall to the bed with a soft thud and managed to turn himself around so he could come face to eye to entrance with his lover’s ass.

Minori glared at the leaking greedy hole, too tired to register the blood mixed with semen at first. In Japanese, he scolded the insatiable hole for being so ravenous for he’d never ever been so drained before. “…You… should be… punished… for taking… so much.” he finished in English.

Smiling he pressed his face into his lover and kissed the still unnaturally tight bud. It was then his fangs ached and yearned for they caught the scent of blood and his eyes shoved the sated misty veil away to inspect. Tristan’s body was already healing the tearing; healing like his wrist had heeled when Tristan had bitten him.

“I-I made you bleed. I tore you. Tristan I’m so sorry!” he breathed unable to fully voice his horror and heart break. Kami strike him down, he’d done the most betraying thing to his lover, he’d hurt him in the act of love.

Wracked with uncontrollable sobs of sorrow, Minori fell limp upon the bed so exhausted, filled with disgust and shame, unable to look at his lover, knowing the pain he’d caused. He’d not meant to do this; he should have known better, he did know better! What was wrong with him?! How could he, of all people… ‘I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry…’ he sent over and over again to Tristan.

Stunned at his lover’s immediate emotional switch from sated joy to utter shame, Tristan did not move from his reclined sitting position. Taking several deep breaths, he managed to sit up all the way and slumped forward. His sodomized body was already healing itself, and he felt no pain, only the lingering after glow of fulfillment.

‘I would suffer a million wounds, Minori, for you to taste my soul.’ He thought and smiled as he looked down between his legs and saw that which had drowned him mixed with blood, slowly easing out of him, making a sloppy dark spot on the soft colored coverlet.

‘You are so much like a child. So fearful of doing wrong. You are truly a kind soul. And, yet, my love, you fret for nothing.’ Still intoxicated from their love-making, he moved languidly toward his lover, crawling like a feline with aims at seduction.

“Precious one. Do not cry.” Nuzzling his face along the sweat slicked tattooed back, letting his tongue taste the salt of their love making, Tristan willed his pleasure into his lover. “Minori, I am glad I bled. Very glad. Because shortly all of the delicious marks you left upon and inside of me will be gone. And all that will be left as proof of our erotic activity will be the small blood stain on the sheet and nothing more.”

Kneeling at Minori’s side he laid his hands upon his lover’s phoenix. Gently he began to knead his fingers and knuckles into the moist skin, massaging and caressing along the spine. “It does not suit us to feel sorrow after such beauty.” One hand slid upward toward Minori’s shoulders, still caressing the tired muscles, while the other hand slid downward.

Sliding his fingers between Minori’s ass cheeks, he easily found the sweet hole that had devoured him in ecstasy only moments ago. It was still brimming with his cum, so it was easy to slip his fingers deeply within. The subsequent slurping sounds as he pumped his digits into his lover, caressing the muscles and soothing the recently violated ring, were almost enough to drown out the heart wrenching sound of Minori’s weeping.

“Enough of that. It was I that begged. And like a sweet lover you granted me all that I desired. The slight pain of penetration was nothing compared to the pain you would have caused me, had you refused me in my time of need.” Tristan spoke and increased the motions of his fingers. “Remember my love… your sadness is not your own anymore. It is mine as well.” Still fingering his lover, Tristan leaned down and kissed the shuddering body, kissed the face of the phoenix whose tears were said to heal.

’Darling Minori, I share your shame, I share your fear, I share your regrets. But I also share your pleasure, your happiness, your intimate delights. Let us share those now and never look back.’

Minori winced from the command to cease sobbing, cease blaming himself. It was so different from anyone else, those who hurt him and degraded him for their own delight and self importance; those who loved to watch other’s suffering. It wasn’t something he was use too but it meant more to him than the air he breathed. The words caressed him and soothed him more than the wonderfully soothing fingers inside of him.

Sweet, wonderful, beautiful Tristan… Minori was so undeserving of such brilliance, such kindness and love. He didn’t know what he’d ever done to be blessed enough to even gain that first glance of Tristan’s lovely eyes and he was horribly frightened of losing it, losing his one happiness, his heart salve and joy. He knew if he lost him, he’d… he’d die. It would be too cruel to go on living after being touched and loved by someone as bright as Amaterasu herself.

Wiping his nose upon the sheet, Minori pushed himself into a sitting position and threw himself into his Tristan’s body, clinging to his lover desperately. “Please don’t leave me! Please don’t ever let me go! I will do what ever you ask! I know I’m undeserving of you but please… Tristan-sama, I will die if you leave me!”

It was too much; he couldn’t hold back tears when such words of love filled his very soul. “Minori...” his voice cracked as he spoke. “I would never… never leave you. You are my precious Minori. Forever.” Then silencing his voice, and allowing soft sobs to overwhelm him he continued in thoughts.

‘I will tell you the truth, my love… though you will think me cowardly… if you had chosen to remain with your loved ones, with Daisuke; I would have accepted it… and died.’ Pressing gentle kisses to Minori’s pale face, he tightened his embrace, his body shattering in emotion. ‘I am rash; I am crazy with love, but only for you. I do not know what force brought me to you, Minori, but you are truly the one who completes me. Oh God forgive me for taking your life, for changing you so, for devouring your soul before you could refuse me.’

Startled by such a confession, Minori lifted his face from Tristan’s strong, comforting chest. With tear stained wide eyes, he lifted a hand to his lover’s face and traced the tears Tristan wept. How he hated to see him cry. Sniffling he said softly in a child like voice, the voice of his damaged and hurt soul peaking out cautiously at another’s hurt: “Don’t cry…”

Curling up against his lover, Minori hugged him and nuzzled his neck. “I’m happy you took me away. I don’t want to be anywhere else.”

'God... I don't know if you can hear a Vampire's prayer... and I don't know that I even have the right to speak to you, but if you do see us and hear us... please... don't ever part us. Please, God. Please...'

His heart welled suddenly and wept to the Divine Father of his childhood, whom he prayed to every night, whom he had worshipped every Christmas in the Great Cathedral. It seemed foolish to send a prayer to a being he knew would not listen to the likes of a creature bonded with devils and ancient spirits, but he couldn't help it. It seemed proper to beg and thank the Lord when given something so precious.

Sweetly speaking into Minori's ear, he sent his true worship to the divine creature in his arms. "I will only make you happy, my dear one. As long as I exist." These words felt rather proud, and rather confident, but he didn't mean them as a boast. He meant them with all of his heart. Gently he pulled away from his sweet lover and walked over to the small table, where Minori had set down his blanket of trinkets. Unfolding it, Tristan located the comb and moved swiftly and gracefully back to the bed.

Bending down before Minori's feet, he pressed several wet kisses upon his toes. "My adorable one, if you would permit me, I would comb your sweet hair and soothe you to sleep."

Minori whimpered and reached for his lover as Tristan eased away. He didn’t want him to go and where his body had been pressed against his; he felt the chill of the day and shivered. His dark, slanted Japanese eyes followed his graceful lover and gave him a curious expression as Tristan returned to him with his comb. Tristan kissed his feet, his soft lips tickling his toes.

“Alright,” Minori replied sleepily with a smile. No one but his mother had ever combed his hair, he’d not allowed them to and the thought of his love doing it already eased him.

Reaching for him again weakly, Minori lay down, facing his love and reached for him once more, hoping to that he could curl up and snuggled just a moment before he drifted to into the realm of sleep.