Pain and Pleasure

Chapter 10.

*Authors note: Xir’ag’s sister finally has a name… I know, I’m 10 chapters late… but better late than… more late. =P so, she is called Xa’Herae from now on… that devilish bastard sister. bah =P

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The news of the priestess’s strange disappearance had reached the house. They had heard disturbing news from the academy that another priestess had disappeared around the same time. Now they suspected that the two had killed each other, since they had been known enemies for years.

Xa’Herae stared at him through the whole meeting. Sajore tried to ignore the burning stare but it was getting difficult to do when it was so obvious. When the Matron finally left the room, Sajore misted out, arriving in the hallway outside the meeting hall.

He didn’t get far before Xa’Herae was after him again.

“What the fuck do you want?”

“You know perfectly well. You still own me one,” the priestess said, walking closer, swaying her hips.

“And you know my answer. Fuck you. I don’t own you shit!”

The priestess only laughed a cold, harsh laugh. “You better let me have what I want or your little fuck-buddy is going to meet a bitter end… like my friend Higr'aft did.”

Sajore’s eyes narrowed. “Are you threatening me?”

“Oh, no, just giving you advice… as a friend.”

“Yeah, sure…” he stared at the woman and continued with a low growl. “You know, you might be his sister, but you have none of his good qualities, you are just scum.” He slowly stepped closer to the woman.

The priestess looked angry but said nothing.

Sajore moved fast, gripping her hair and twisting her neck around painfully. “Don’t you ever threaten him again or I will kill you in an instant, don’t ever think I wouldn’t, you know I’m capable of it,” he snarled before throwing the woman against the wall.

Air escaped her lungs as she hit the wall and she was left gasping on the floor. She tried to yell something at Sajore as he walked away. ‘Things are getting too dangerous here, we should just leave.’

He was so pissed that his eyes glowed yellow as he rushed down the hallways, scaring every person who walked near enough to sense the anger flowing from him. The day had not started well. He had woken up to a horrible nightmare full of smoke and burning. He hated and feared fire above all else. It was one of the rare things that could get him to shake with fear.

Xir’ag had tried to comfort him, but he had only gotten anxious, trying to calm his overly excited inner demon that just wanted to jump the drow. He was so tired of the constant war that waged inside his body. Everything was going so well, things had finally settled between them and he felt like he could spend the rest of eternity like this, he was happy. But still, the damn demon made him feel miserable. He wanted to control his own actions and just… for once, be alone with Xir’ag.

And once again, as his anger grew, the demon burst out and there was nothing he could do.

He had been walking hurriedly down the hallways without knowing where he was going, but now he noticed that he was close to the kitchen and decided to stop by and get something to eat. Maybe that would finally calm him down.

He arrived to the kitchen and found it abandoned. There were trays of half empty plates of all kind of foods, but nothing smelled good… or raw enough. He smelled something familiar and followed the scent to a corner of the kitchen.

Red wine. Two bottles, one of them opened. He grinned. The human side of him yelled out but the demon was so furious that he smothered every reason that came to his mind and grabbed the bottles, walking back down the halls. It had been a long time since he had gotten drunk properly. He missed the feeling of loosing his senses, of letting himself sink into that blissful fuzziness for a while.

He walked down the hallway, now rushing to get to Xir’ag’s room to relax for a while. He smiled a sullen smile. Suddenly someone walked by him and he had to look back to the man whose like he could rarely see in this town. The surface elf was clothed to green and brown leather and had a very short but slender frame. His long, blond hair was flowing down his back as he walked seductively past him.

The elf turned his head and kept his gaze fixed into his eyes. He smiled lightly and the Demon stopped completely, turning to face him.

The man looked at him with a questioning look. He could see admiration and slight confusion in his eyes. “Where did you come from?” the demon asked and moved closer, still smiling so that his fangs could easily be seen.

“I’m just a visitor here,” the elf said. He had a beautiful, melodious voice. The demon cocked his head. “Who?”

“What?”

“Visiting who?”

“Just some folks I have business with,” He answered slowly, The Demon smiled slightly and nodded.

“Well, there should be more visitors who looked like you,” He replied finally with a wink.

The man chuckled and looked down.

“Heh, shy, are you?” The demon smirked and placed his hand under the man's chin.

The elves eyes widened a bit and slowly he stepped away.
The Demon looked at him with interest. “No, not shy… something much more interesting,” he said and laughed softly.

The man looked surprised.

“You don’t talk much,” The demon continued the one-sided conversation, as the elf kept studying his face.

“You seem to be able to handle the talking just fine.” the elf said smiling, and stepping a step closer.

The demon winced from a sudden pain within his mind. “Owww,” he grimaced as he lowered his head. “Well… it seems I had better get going,” Sajore grunted.

The elf looked surprised as The Demon started to walk away hurriedly. As soon as he got around the corner, he stopped. “What the hell, can’t I even talk?” he yelled out. But it was too late, Sajore got a hold of his own mind and the Demon slowly faded away.

He stood still for a while, calming down, staring at the wall.

“What were you doing?” Sajore asked the empty walls as he started to walk towards Xir’ag’s room.
The closer he got, the more furious he got, this time at himself. He had to learn to control the demon, damnit! Ever since he had met Xir’ag, the demon had gotten out of control because he had tried to suppress him so much. He knew it was not wise, but what else could he do? He was not to be trusted. And now this?

“What were you planning on doing next, going to his room? What the hell were you thinking? Don’t you care for Xir’ag even that much?” He mumbled to himself, wanting to hurt himself so much, to punish the Demon, but the other side of him remained quiet.

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Sajore rushed into the room and Xir’ag stared at him, surprised.

“What’s the matter?” he asked, walking closer to the vampire.

Sajore growled in response. He decided to keep the demon business to himself, there was no point in making Xir’ag worry about something that he could do nothing about. He growled and nuzzled his nose Xir’ag’s hair. “One of these days, I’m going to hurt your sister... badly!” he mumbled.

“What did she do now?” Xir’ag asked, hugging the vampire.

“Oh, nothing that she hasn’t done before... forget it, its not anything important.” Sajore un-entangled himself and walked past Xir’ag to the bed, throwing himself onto it and burying his face in the sheets. “I’ll just smell at your scent on the sheets and will feel better soon,” he mumbled.

Xir’ag smiled and walked slowly to the bed. “Anything I can do to help you feel better?” he grinned.

Sajore lifted his head. “Actually, yeah... bring me those two wine bottles I left at the door... let’s get drunk!”

“What?... That’s not what I meant, but...”

“But what? You don’t drink? Ever?”

“I never had anyone I wanted to drink with... but sure, I drink.”

Sajore sat up. “Then bring them here. I can’t hold my alcohol at all, but I can’t wait to pass out,” he laughed a cold laugh, giving Xir’ag shivers. He glanced over at the vampire as he walked to the door.

Sajore stared at the floor.

He was soon back with the bottles. He smelled the wine’s vinegary smell and smiled. “You know what this smell reminds me of?”

“What?” Sajore snapped out of his thoughts and looked up at Xir’ag.

“Your sister, she always drank red wine before she went to sleep.”

Sajore laughed, looking rather sad. “Yeah? We used to drink together with her… when she was still young and… alive.”
Xir’ag didn’t know what to say, so he just offered the bottles to the vampire.

Sajore grabbed one of the bottles and sniffed its contents. “This is good and strong, thank you, my love.” He smiled at Xir’ag and patted the bed beside him.

Xir’ag sat down, watching him wearily. Sajore seemed to be in a weird mood.

The vampire turned to face him. “I’m sorry... I know I’m acting strangely. I’m just pissed of because your sister… once again she threatened us,” Sajore said, his eyes flashing angrily.

Xir’ag nodded. “I suspected she would do that after the priestess ‘disappeared’. But I still hoped she wouldn’t.”

“Well, she did.” Sajore lifted the bottle again and drank from it, taking many, long gulps. “Ehhh... not very tasty... but it’ll do the trick.”

He passed the bottle to Xir’ag who passed it back. “I’ll just watch you if that’s ok? You said you can’t hold your liquor... so I should be ready to put you to bed when you pass out.” He laughed softly and lowered his hand to Sajore’s knee, leaning on him gently.

Sajore looked a bit embarrassed, but drank more. He just wanted to not think about anything for a while. He was so pissed off. He knew if would help to sleep very deeply. He would feel a lot better afterward. He drank more, opening the other bottle and starting to drink again. “Ah, this is better.”

Xir’ag leaned closer to him and the vampire held his hand over the drow's shoulders, giving him a kiss on the cheek. Xir’ag smiled. He could feel how tense Sajore was. He was not used to the vampire drinking, but it seemed to be something he wanted to do, so he was not going to stop him.

Sajore felt the alcohol going to his head, leaving him feeling fuzzy. He smiled to himself, feeling his thoughts going into a small bundle of haze. He couldn’t think straight. That was exactly what he wanted, to just relax for a while, to be held by Xir’ag and just rest.

He could never fully relax when he slept, because vampires can’t sleep like people, instead it was like a coma with nightmares, not something that was very relaxing. He was used to it and since he had started to wake up next to Xir’ag, he could take it, but after all the pressure and stress lately, he felt that he really needed this.

Xir’ag felt the hand slip from his shoulder. The empty wine bottle fell to the floor with a clang. He turned to face Sajore as the vampire fell to the bed.

“I think I will sleep now... we’ll talk later... ok?” He mumbled slowly, in a drunken voice.

Xir’ag smoothed his black hair and lowered himself onto the bed next to him.

Sajore enfolded him into his arms, hugging him tightly.

Xir’ag giggled.

Then the vampire fell fast asleep.

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Xir’ag waited for a while and sighed deeply. He looked at Sajore and sat up, pulling his hands away. He looked very peaceful in his sleep, Xir’ag smiled. He deserved the rest after all the stress.

Suddenly the vampire's eyes flashed open and Xir’ag startled.

Yellow glowing eyes, the Demon grinned. “Hello my love. It seems I am free to... play.”

Xir’ag’s eyes widened. He knew that this was not what Sajore had intended, he must have thought that the demon would pass out too.

The demon grinned widely and moved closer. “Are you nervous?”

“No. I’m just surprised. I thought you would both sleep.” Xir’ag said, kissing the demon softly.

The man closed his eyes and placed a hand on Xir’ag's cheek. “I missed you. I cannot forget your touch on my skin when our bodies are separated.” He hugged the drow, squeezing him hard against his chest.

Xir’ag hugged him back. “But you are here all the time, it’s you in that body,” he whispered in the demons ear and kissed his hair.

The demon loosened his grip. “Anyway... it seems we have a bit of time to play before my other half wakes up and ruins it all again... haha, that idiot has been trying to keep me away from you.” He laughed, throwing Xir’ag back onto the bed.

“What are you talking about? … and… You’re drunk too,” Xir’ag winked and pulled the demon closer.

The demon looked puzzled. “I am? I guess I am,” he said and sat on top of Xir’ag, kissing him furiously.

Xir’ag tried to talk, but having the demons tongue in his mouth, it was too hard to make out the words, so he just gave up. He knew that Sajore would probably be very angry when he woke up, having all the demons memories, but whether he be more angry at himself for making the mistake of letting the demon loose or at Xir’ag for not caring, he couldn’t say.

But this was going to happen one day anyway, why not now, and really, he couldn’t stop the demon anyway. He felt good, being stroked by the strong hands of the vampire, feeling his slick tongue on his gentle ear tips. He moaned and raised his body to meet the demons. The demon pulled him closer so he could feel the larger mans pulsing organ trough their clothing.

Suddenly the demon got up and jumped onto the floor, growling at Xir’ag on the bed. Moving like a cat, only slightly staggering, he got rid of his pants and walked to a chair in the far corner of the room. He sat down and spread his legs, lowering his arms onto the arms of the chair and licked his lips. “Come here,” he said grinning widely, his hard cock pointing toward the roof.

Xir’ag blushed. This was definitely all demon. Sajore was fierce and hardly ever got embarrassed, but he wasn’t this ferocious. Deep inside he wanted to go to him and give himself up, but he knew that the demon was always reckless, and now he was drunk… he had to slow down.

“Do you want to hurt me? Slow down please,” Xir’ag said seriously.

The demon looked a bit ashamed and stood up. He walked halfway back to the bed and reached his hand out for Xir’ag.

The drow got up from the bed and walked to him, a questioning look on his face. As soon as he was within the demons reach, the vampire grabbed him and started to kiss him, lifting him so high onto his lap that his feet were no longer touching the floor.

The demon slung him into the air and he landed on the bed, on his back. The demon followed after him, jumping onto the bed on all fours and crawled to him. He came over his legs and trapped his thighs under his strong body. The demon grinned and with one rip, his cloak was open. He threw it onto the floor in shreds.

Xir’ag was starting to feel strange, somehow this was starting to feel threatening, though he couldn’t say why, he still trusted the demon not to wilfully hurt him. Xir’ag rose a bit from the bed, trying to move further away, but he couldn’t because the demon was still holding him down. The shreds of his cloak were still hanging from his waist where the demons waist had kept the cloak from ripping off completely. He stared into the yellow eyes seriously.

The demon stared back, smiling slightly, a cold, possessive smile. Now he could see that the man was obviously drunk. His eyes were not focusing well and he was slowly swaying.

“Maybe you should try to sleep too,” he said and held the demon a bit further away as the man above moved closer to him.

The demon laughed and pushed him down, finally releasing his legs, only to rip the rest of his clothes off. “I’m not tired at all. You seem to have no idea how horny I am right now. That damn brat didn’t let me touch you last time. Ha, what the hell was he thinking?” The demon slid his hands along the drows legs and thighs, looking at him hungrily.

“I’m sure he had his reasons if he did that, you know that he doesn’t tease you without a reason… though I don’t know what it is.” He lowered his face. Was Sajore still keeping something from him?

“The hell he had a reason. He wanted to keep you all to himself… bastard!” The demon growled and tightened his grip on Xir’ag’s legs. The drow yelped and the demon released him, sitting further back.

He was sitting naked in front of the demon, feeling like covering himself up. Something told him that this situation was not a good one, the demon was too furious. His eyes widened and he gasped as the demon got up from the bed and lifted him onto his lap. “Hey, we’ve done this already!” Xir’ag groaned, trying to calm the too excited demon down with no luck.

The demon carried him to the middle of the floor and sat on the fur rug, pulling Xir’ag down with him. “You can get yourself ready… or me… your choice.” The demon laughed and ground their naked bodies against each other.

“I don’t know if I feel like doing this right now…” Xir’ag mumbled, although his body was already responding to the vampire's movements and he was getting hard.

The demon lifted him up, standing him back on the floor and leaned forward to lick his organ. “Oh come on… give me a little show.”

“What show? … I really don’t feel like this now,” Xir’ag responded, pushing the demon further away.

“You don’t feel like doing this? That’s not what your body is telling me,” he poked Xir’ag’s cock and got up again, sitting the drow back down again, like a doll.

Xir’ag sat there as his mind raced. What should he do now? He knew where this was going and slowly his body was starting to give up. He knew the demon could get rough, but he had never hurt him after the first time. So, maybe if they just made love, the demon could fall asleep and all would be well. He shouldn’t fear the demon since he was part of Sajore. So, his mind was made up when the Demon landed onto his knees and sat on the floor in front of him. A wicked grin was spreading onto his face.

“Love… do you have anything to fuck yourself with?”

Xir’ag’s jaw fell open. “Wha- what?”

The demon laughed. “You heard me. Anything you can fuck yourself with? You know, pleasure yourself with, since you’ve only known Sajore for some time now? What did you do before that?”

Xir’ag was furiously flushed. Of course he had some items he had used before meeting Sajore, when he felt too horny to sleep and had to release himself fast. But there was no way he was going to tell about them to the demon! He shook his head. “No… I don’t… there’s nothing.”

The demon laughed again, brushing his flushed cheek with his palm. “Come on, I can hear it from the tone of your voice that you’re lying to me… you don’t have to, there’s no secret between us… come on.” The vampire hushed him, whispering the words into his mouth while kissing him softly and leaning on him, pressing his body tight against the drow's.

Xir’ag just turned redder and shook his head again.

The demon didn’t stop the kissing until Xir’ag relaxed again. Then he moved his face further and stared into the red, embarrassed eyes. “Tell me,” he said seriously, caressing the drow's body all over.

Xir’ag’s eyes were hazy and his blush was still staining his face red. “The… the laboratory.”

The demon smirked and lifted him up to his lap once again, walking them to the laboratory. He lowered Xir’ag onto the long table and spun around to stare at the shelves all over the room. “Well, you got a lot of stuff here I could use.” He smirked and turned around to look at Xir’ag over his shoulder.

The drow was looking past him, still so embarrassed that he couldn’t face his stare.

“So, where?”

“The lower shelves on that stone cabinet. There are… things…” Xir’ag whispered and lowered his head to look away. He felt so embarrassed, but he had to admit… a bit excited as well. He folded his hands around his legs and crouched on the table.

The demon looked like he was treasure hunting. He opened the closet and stared at the collection of tubes that faced him from the shelf. He started to chuckle. “I knew you were a closet pervert even before you met me.” He picked up a rather long tube, made of black smooth, glossy stone. He turned, stood up, and walked to the table. “What is this made of?” He snickered.

“From a very smooth rock, only found far under Menzoberranzan… and with a lot of magic to make it more elastic… it was good practise.” He mumbled, embarrassed.

The demon offered the thing to him and leaned over the table to kiss him. His yellow eyes glowed mischievously in the dark. “Use this.” He whispered against Xir’ag’s ear tip and bit it softly.

“The show?”

“The show.”

“I use this and you watch?”

“Yeah.”

“Then bring me lube… top shelf, over there,” he pointed and the Demon was there. He tossed the bottle to the drow, who caught it, opened it, and poured some of it onto the tube.

The demon licked his lips and leaned his body against the edge of the table as Xir’ag got up onto all his fours and turned so he was facing away from the demon… and his backside was conveniently just ahead of the drooling man.

The demon wanted a show? Damn right he was going to get a show. Xir’ag grinned a little wicked grin. Now that he was getting rid of his embarrassment, all this was just getting him unbelievably hot. He licked the black pointy object, then started to spread the lube all over it so it was wet and slick from the top to bottom. He could hear the demons raspy breath behind him. He glanced over his shoulder to look at the panting man and grinned. “Still sure you want a show, or do you want to participate?” he whispered, licking the thing again.

Then demon acted surprisingly quickly. He reached for the black thing, then grabbed Xir’ag and pushed him onto the table, pushing his chest down and pulling him closer. Then he was over the drow, holding him down.

Xir’ag gasped with surprise.

“Sorry, I can’t just watch!”

“Waah.” Xir’ag gasped and withered closer to the man behind him.

The demon licked the black thing once, to get the taste of it and then quickly spread Xir’ag's legs apart with his other hand.

Xir’ag blushed. “Wait… slowly now, it’s hard! UNGH!” he yelled as he felt the thing penetrating him completely, the demon starting to thrust the object into him roughly. He whimpered and moaned as he was filled with the hard object. It was so large that it felt like he was being ripped open.

“Damn right its hard, haha,” the demon laughed and licked his neck, leaning over him, still thrusting the object into his body with an excruciating force.

Tears flowed down his face from the intense feeling of the sudden penetration and movement. “Slow… down, you’re ripping me apart,” he gasped out, getting a better hold of the edges of the table so he wouldn’t slide down as the demon pushed him further on the table.

The demon slowed down just a bit, grinding his own hard cock into his thighs. “I want to come inside you, I want to fuck you all night, feel that tight hole of yours suck me in…” He slowed the pace of the thrusting again, pointing the object so it started to hit Xir’ag’s prostate with every thrust.

Xir’ag cried out. He started to thrust his body back to meet the demons hand and shook under his touch.

“I knew you would like this,” the demon laughed and licked Xir’ag’s cheek.

The drow moaned, not being able to form words anymore. Suddenly the demon pulled the thing completely out of him, making him gasp.

“Want more?”

There was a silence. Xir’ag’s body yelled at him to say, 'Yes, fuck yes!!!!' But his mouth could not form the words, all that came out was a soft whimper. His cock was dripping with need, his entrance pulsing for more. He moved like the thing was still inside and moaned just from the thought.

“Come on. One word and I’ll give you more… or you can just suffer there.” The demon pulled him lower, pressing his legs to the table and his butt over the edge of the table. He ground his hard cock against the drow's entrance, teasing him, almost slipping the head in, but not moving it. When Xir’ag moved against him, he pulled back. “Say it,” his deep voice whispered.

Xir’ag moaned out, “More.” The word had barely left his lips when his eyes widened and he yelled out as the demon suddenly thrust in. The man kept pounding him for a good while, getting Xir’ag to moan deeply again, pressing against his body hungrily.

It felt so good! And then he was gone again. He pulled out and walked out of the room. “Say it.” he yelled behind himself, grinning a wide grin at the shocked look on Xir’ag’s face as he watched the demon walk away.

Xir’ag blushed. His whole body ached. The pit of his stomach was on fire and lurched inside him at the mere thought. He panted. He had to have it. He had to. But he'd be damned if he was going to give in this easily. He was not going to beg for it. He flashed a drowish grin and sat up slowly, sliding down from the table with shaky legs, waiting a moment to calm his body and then followed after the demon.

The demon sniggered, sitting on the bed with spread legs, slowly sliding his hand along his hard shaft.

Xir’ag shivered with lust at the sight.

“You wanted it?” He gestured to his organ that he was massaging with his other hand.

Xir’ag stopped next the bed and stopped there. “You were the one who said wanted to fuck me all night… if you really want it, you better come and get it or I’ll get back to that toy of mine,” he whispered, pinching his own nibble and moaning softly, sliding his other hand along his stomach, ever so slowly closer to his organ.

The demon was breathing heavily now, his eyes glowing a harsh yellow in the darkness as he stared at the drow. He jumped up instantly and was over the drow in a second. He stroked Xir’ag’s hair and pulled him into a passionate kiss, pulling him back onto the bed.

Xir’ag crawled on top of the demon and sat on him, answering the kiss with his whole heart and body, sucking the demons tongue as though he were giving it a blowjob.

The demon moaned into his mouth and gripped his waist tightly.

He felt the demons cock pressing against his buttocks and sat up so the demon could enter him more easily.

The demon smiled at him and winked. “Now we are thinking the same way. Don’t try to hold yourself back when you’re with me,” he said, holding out his hand and pulling Xir’ag in for another deep kiss, thrusting into him with full force at the same time, making the drow groan into his mouth.

Xir’ag held him close, finally forced to break the kiss in order to breathe. “Who-who’s holding… ah… back?” he panted as the demon thrust into him over and over, holding his waist in his strong hands so that Xir’ag was unable to control any of the movement.

The demon only groaned in reply.

Xir’ag felt like even a single little touch on his cock would make him come and the grinding against the demons stomach was getting harder and harder to bear. He started to moan louder and louder, his breathing turning into desperate gasps. He pressed his head against the demons shoulder and ground his teeth together. The feeling in his lower abdomen was becoming so intense that it consumed all of his thoughts.

Then he couldn’t take it anymore. He pushed the demon a bit further away so he could snake his hand around his aching organ. He pressed the shaft into his palm and started to pump it fast, yelling out almost instantly as his cum flew onto his hand and the demon's stomach. His muscles convulsed and the demon had to hold him up so he wouldn’t fall onto his back on the bed.

It felt –too- good when Xir’ag’s muscles tightened around him. The demon gasped and held the shaking drow on his lap as he thrust deep, releasing himself inside the drow with a ragged grunt. He milked himself empty with a few shaky thrusts and leaned his head against Xir’ag’s.

Slowly Xir’ag’s breath started to slow down and he lifted his head. His mind was starting to clear.

What now? Would Sajore come back or… his heart made a little extra jump as he looked into yellow, no, almost white glowing eyes.

“I hope you’re not tired, because I don’t intend on sleeping tonight,” the demon laughed a teasing laugh and bit the tip of his nose softly.

Xir’ag stared at him, feeling confused. His eyes widened a bit as the demon pushed him to his back on the sheets and kissed him deeply. “Indeed, I am definitely not sleepy,” he pointed out as he thrust his overly hardened organ into Xir’ag’s already relaxed entrance.
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He was exhausted. He breathed heavily against the demons shoulder, feeling his hot hands circling around his back. He felt how his anus was dripping with cum and he felt dirty and so tired. The demons hands moved lower and lower until they reached his slick opening. Xir’ag whimpered silently to himself. No, he couldn't take any more!

The demons long fingers pushed inside of him quickly. He rubbed the drow’s tired opening and licked his lips.

Xir’ag moaned quietly. It still felt good, but he was too tired, too tired to move, too tired to think. It had been going on for hours now. Would the demon ever have enough? He tried to rise a little and pull the fingers away, but as he moved, the demon pushed his fingers deeper. Xir’ag shivered. He felt the demons hard organ once again pressing against his stomach. The demon pushed him up with the fingers inside him so he was positioned right for another round. He still breathed deeply.

They had moved to the big chair somewhere along the night and the demon was holding him tightly on his lap. The chair was just big enough for them both to sit on top of each other, but not big enough to move freely without moving the other.

“Not anymore, please, I’m too beat. I can’t take it anymore,” Xir’ag whispered into the demons ear and tried to push him away as the man pushed his organ inside him fast and grabbed his waist.

He started moving Xir’ag up and down, pushing and pulling his cock in and out of him. “Ah, this feels good, you’re so wet,” the demon whispered against his throat.

Xir’ag moaned as he felt the fullness inside him again. He heard the little squelching that all the moisture inside of him made and blushed. He looked at the demon's eyes, seeing his loving Sajore’s face with those strange cold yellow eyes.

The demon moved faster, making Xir’ag unable to concentrate his gaze. His eyes went blurry and his breathing hastened again. Suddenly the demon stood up, still inside the drow, Xir’ag whimpered as the demon turned around and lowered himself to his knees, dropping Xir’ag onto his back on the chair. Then he moved again, as fast as he could, pushing deep inside him.

He tried to slow the demon down but his hands were pushed away and pulled over his head. He could do nothing but just lie there and take it again.

He felt his own cock rising up, as the movement inside grew too much to stand, it was like there was something vibrating inside him, the movements were too fast to grasp. He gasped out as he felt the demons cock pushing in and out. The demon released his hands and grabbed his cock, starting to move his hand with the same fast rhythm.

Xir’ag’s head flew back. He felt like exploding right now, the pain of his too much; his abused opening causing pain, mixing with the pleasure of the demons cock hitting a spot deep inside him, causing pleasure to float within his body.

The demon started to groan as he moved, his muscles shaking, he was close to cumming once again. Then he slowed down. “Not too fast my little one, I don’t want this to end yet.” He stared into Xir’ag’s eyes, his own eyes almost white.

Xir’ag was getting a bit scared. He didn’t know how much he could take this. How long was the demon going to go on? It had already been half the night, he would soon pass out if this went on for much longer.

The demon pulled away and grabbed Xir’ag’s waist, pushing him up and turning him over. He felt like a doll as his head was pushed to the pillows of the chair, smelling cum on the fabric. The demon pushed inside of him again. He gripped the drow's waist hard enough to leave bruises and pushed in again. The demon guided his hand to his own cock and started to rub it. Xir’ag followed the movement instantly, starting to moan again. He felt the tight knot in his stomach and the warmth spreading over his body and soon he spurted his seed into his hand, with a deep groan.

The vampire never stopped. He moved like some permanent, vibrating, strange object that was planted inside his body.

He gasped. He was so tired that he felt like he was going to loose consciousness. Suddenly he grabbed the necklace hanging on his chest and clasped it tightly. “Sajore, please...” he whispered very quietly. Almost immediately he felt how the demon slowed down and then stopped, falling on his back. He was heavy, but it felt good that he was finally still. He heard a little groan and then the vampire raised his head again. Xir’ag peeked behind his shoulder and saw familiar orange eyes. He sighed with relief.

Sajore looked furious and very much ashamed. He pulled out of him, raising a whimper out of Xir’ag and then folded his arms very carefully around his shoulders, hugging the drow carefully, pulling him into his lap. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t see... I didn’t know...” the vampire said in a strange suffocated low voice. He could feel wetness between the drow’s legs and how more fluids came dripping onto his thighs as they sat there. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…” he kept repeating over and over, rocking Xir’ag gently in his arms. The tired drow closed his eyes and leaned his exhausted body close to Sajore’s. Soon he felt how his eyes were becoming wet. He tried to hold the tears in, knowing how it would upset Sajore to see him cry, but he couldn’t help it and his cheeks were soon dampened with hot, salty tears.

The vampire was quiet, he felt like suffocating. He held Xir’ag closer, swaying back and forth a little, squeezing his tired body against his, without being able to say a word.

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Sajore stretched awake. He jumped up from the bed with a groan, staring blindly into the darkness around.

Xir’ag mumbled quietly beside him and lifted his head, looking blurry and concerned. “Are you ok?” he asked and ran his hand along the vampire’s waist.

‘You’re asking me if I’m ok?’ Sajore turned his head away, dropped back to the bed, still staring to the ceiling.

“Yeah… I’ll be fine,” he whispered back and waited until the drow’s breathing calmed again and he was fast asleep.

Sajore stood up fast, walking into the bathroom. He could still see the drow’s exhausted body in front of him, feel his hard breath as he had squeezed him to his arms. He grimaced and dropped himself to the empty bathtub.

He had all the demon's memories, of all of the long hours. And his body ached, he could imagine how awful Xir’ag must be feeling. The drow's tired pleas to stop ran inside his mind, all the sounds, smells and feelings so strong, like he had done all that himself.

The metal felt cold beneath his skin, but he didn’t care. He lowered his head to his hands and growled. What the hell had he done? He could remember it all, every second, every feeling… he felt like banging his head to the wall to hurt the demon. He slowly pulled a nail over his arm and stared at the blood dripping from the wound. He could feel bile rising up his throat from the thought of it all. What he had done to Xir’ag. How he had treated him. He could never have thought he could treat him like that. What was going to happen next? Would he hurt him physically, feed from him?

He shook his head and growled again, pressing his fingernails into his scalp. He captured his reflection from the metal surface of the copper sink. His eyes were almost yellow and he finally realized just how furious he was. He needed to calm down before the demon burst out of him again.

He fretted as he felt a presence in the room and lifted his head to see Xir’ag standing in the doorway, watching him with a worried look. He started to walk closer, still limping badly, his knees shaking so hard that he looked like he was going to fall down. Sajore pressed himself lower, wanting to disappear. “It would be best to stay away.”

“Yeah, right,” Xir’ag whispered back and without stopping stepped into the tub and sat to his lap, pressing closer to him and kissing his bloody hair.

Sajore’s hands were shaking and blood was flowing down his arm.

“What did you do to yourself?” Xir’ag lifted his hurt arm up, but Sajore ripped it away and wiped the blood away.

“To myself? …I’m a fucking beast,” he growled in a low voice. He didn’t know who was talking, him or the demon, he felt like he was loosing himself.

Xir’ag lifted his face and kissed his lips, tracing his jaw line with his finger. “No, you are the man I love,” he said softly, staring into his yellow, glowing eyes.

Sajore lowered his head, sinking his fingernails into his arms, squeezing himself harder, pushing Xir’ag further away. “No, no… I’m-“ he could not finish the words when he felt the drow’s soft lips on his again.

“Don’t torment yourself anymore,” the smaller man said firmly.

“I can’t say that I’m happy about what you did, but we can make sure it won’t happen again, and now I know what to do if you don’t know how to act.”

Sajore felt his cheeks flush red with embarrassment, he grimaced.

“Just don’t even think about leaving or something stupid like that. I am happy. With you. You make me alive.”

“But I could so easily hurt you too.” The vampire sighed, his eyes squeezed close.

Xir’ag smiled, he could hear it. “No, you couldn’t… not anymore,” he squeezed the pendant in his hand.

Sajore lifted his head and stared at the drow.

Xir’ag looked tired but not scared or angry. “Besides I’m not scared of a little hurt. If you would have wanted to kill me, you would have done it already.” He laughed softly, “And did you know, your eyes are completely yellow right now and your still here, Sajore,” Xir’ag whispered.

Sajore’s eyes widened.

Xir’ag rose up slowly from the tub and offered him his hand. “So, since both of you are here, please come back to bed. If you feel this bad, don’t bury the feelings inside, you have to talk about it or you will only make you feel worse and repeat this day, and I don’t want that.”

Sajore stared at him and finally took his hand, letting the drow pull him up to his feet, stepping out of the tub, but instead of following the drow, he fell to his knees in front of him, embracing the drow's body as hard as he could, burying his face against his soft, black skin. "Forgive me."