The True Mate

Laying down with Minori and kissing his face sweetly, he reached an arm over the slender pale shoulder and raked the thin comb through the very bottom of the long silk hair. It was very tangled from their manic love making, and he knew it would take quite some time to smooth out all of the slight knots.

However, patience had always been one of Tristan's more notable traits. And since becoming a Vampire, and sensing the slow passage of time even more intensely than before, patience was not only a trait, it was a way of life.

Slowly and tenderly he drew the comb through one small portion of the hair until it was soft and dried of sweat and completely tangle-free. Meanwhile his chest set into a soft purr. He simply couldn't help it, being so close to his lover, smelling him, remembering how his cock felt inside of him, touching him, hearing his Vampire's heart beating, and knowing that it beat only for him, he could die in that moment a satisfied man.

Gradually, Tristan felt Minori's clutching hands loosen their grip. He watched as his lover tucked his arms closer to his chest until he lay in almost a fetal position, dancing on the cusp of sleep. Tristan kissed Minori's closed eyes over and over, feeling just as precious as the new born Vampire looked. 'I will not sleep this day, my love, for fear of what terrors might invade my mind, for fear of 'her', so dream something sweet for me as well.' He smiled and love-nipped Minori's cheek purring gently, like a small house cat as he did so.

Taking the opportunity to really worship Minori's hair, he rose to his knees and rolled his lover gently to his stomach. With great amusement and even some arousal, which he stifled for the greater good, he noticed Minori make the most endearing pout face and raise a hand to his mouth, innocently slipping his pinky between his lips to suck his finger like a babe. The act, so innocent in nature, made Tristan think of the tender puckered hole which often sucked fingers in the same way, and he had to fight the sudden urge to give it such a pacifier. 'No. Your lovely hair... so dark...so pure... that is where my attention lies today.'

Able to access all of the luxurious hair now, he gathered it up in his hands and pressed his face into it, inhaling its unique scent, the after aroma of pheromones, and dampness. Letting the hair fall to Minori's beautifully tattooed back, he continued drawing out the small tangles, careful not to tug. He was very experienced at combing such fine hair, as his sister's hair was just as long and just as fragile. However, her soft tendrils were the color of the sun, while Minori's locks were the color of perfect night.

'Such a mysterious face, such a mysterious and glorious body, and eyes like an abyss. Truly a fine night-dwelling creature, my eternal night blooming flower. I love you so dearly, Minori. I can feel relaxation radiating off your skin as you lay there in your daytime sleep. You are so utterly beautiful, Minori, and I bask in the knowledge that you are mine.'

Freely pulling the comb through his hair, knots erased, and its luster revived, he grinned and imagined the black strands interlaced in braids and intricate twists. Beginning to partition the hair into sizable locks, he found his fingers almost automatically going to work.

While softly forming a slender braid with only a small bit of his long silk hair, he thought about what he had seen earlier, when roiling in ecstasy. The images of the dark sky and the storm clouds, and Minori's tongue softly licking the under-seam of his cock, with strawberry seeds still clinging to his chin from an earlier glutinous binge. He desperately hoped that it was indeed their future to make sweet love on the lands surrounding the manor house. Yet, if what he had seen truly was a premonition, then he was frightened as well. Victoria had told him of such a gift, which she, herself lacked, but her own maker possessed it very strongly.

'Those who see the future have the responsibility of containing it. Those who see the future can change it, but if they do, they run the risk of bringing about something even worse in the aftermath. Those who see the future can never rest, for they are constantly plagued with the knowledge of what is to come and the seductive corruption of the power such a gift grants them.' That is what Victoria told him, spitting the words in distaste for her own maker, and praising her own special Vampire talents of thrall and Siren's song.

For many months Tristan, had experienced slight glimpses of possibilities and dark likelihoods which he always accredited to Vampiric paranoia. Yet now, after feeling the intensity of his latest premonition, he believed that he may indeed possess the gift, and that was a terrifying notion indeed.

'I dread the first premonition that brings me sorrow, because if it were to reveal your sweet countenance in pain, I would suffer all the consequences of hell to change it.'

Bending quickly to place a brief and eager kiss upon Minori's shoulder, he sighed and moved onto another lock, lacing it delicately into a tiny braid to match the other. Taking his time enjoying the soft texture of each strand and the way it pulled sweetly through his fingers as he worked, he felt truly content.

Hours passed, and he still played with his lover's hair, forming the dozens of tiny braids into larger braids and then twisting and drawing them up into a soft bunch at the base of his neck. It was difficult to keep the locks from unraveling as he lacked lace and ribbons.

At last determined to keep the braids grouped in their adorable bunch, he removed the thin black sash from his neck and laced it through the locks, tying it into a loose bow.
Pleased with the end result he merely sat and gazed upon his lover.

'Adorable... absolutely adorable.' Fighting the sleek fingers of sleep he rose from the bed and approached the table where they had taken their tea earlier.

Sitting on a chair, his hips no longer sore and his insides healed from Minori's incredible penetrations, he rested his chin in his palm and continued to observe the slim form of his most perfect lover. His eyes scanned the delicious skin, pausing to take in Minori's cute, round ass.

'Mine.' He thought and smiled in true possessive pleasure.

Drifting and floating in the most restful, dreamless sleep he’d had since he was but a child sharing a bed with his mother, Minori lay still. Somewhere far away he felt warm breath and soothing fingers easing through his hair and a soft voice saying sweet, loving things.

But soon the warmth faded and a cool crisp chill began to creep over him. It wasn’t enough to draw him from sleep, not that it really could have with such physical activity fatiguing his body and the intense emotions not all his own tiring his mind and nervous system. But this chill was enough to make him aware of it and turn over, curling in on himself, his body seeking any kind of warmth.

After awhile the chill grew and he thought he heard soft singing, singing familiar and not too unlike what his mother’s voice sounded like.

“Little one,” a lovely voice said, a voice so like his mother’s in tone and pitch his heart yearned for it. She’d always called him that, ever since he could remember until the day she’d died. “Are you cold my little one?”

“Yes,” he replied to the darkness. There was a flicker amidst the void, a brush of warmth like the kiss of a flower petal against his cheek and for a moment a memory of his mother surfaced. “Mother,”

“… Yes, come little one…” she replied. Minori wanted to go with her, wanted to fall into her warm embrace and smell her soft black hair, hear her soothing lullabies, and see her smile but something tugged him away, a different voice. ‘Mine,’ it said in a pleased manner and he knew this voice as well. It was the voice of his lover. Minori reached for his love, needing him as well, and the flicker seemed to sigh with frustration, leaving him quickly.

Slowly Minori blinked his eyes open, willing them to clear, and rolled over seeking warmth. “Mother?” he called softly, not quite awake and when he found the bed devoid of even a warm place, he sighed. However his nose caught the scent of love making and Tristan and his childhood faded from his mind and his almost adult mind caught up.

“Tristan?” He called as he sat up, absently reaching for the blanket to cover his chilled skin. He felt something strange at the back of his neck and reached around to feel… What happened to his hair?! What was this thing in it?! Lifting his hand to his head he didn’t feel the straight soft lock he took great care in maintaining, he felt something quite different.

His eyes found Tristan, mooning from the small table. “What happened to my hair?!”

"Good evening my dearest." Tristan rose, his body still naked and now aching from lack of sleep. Quickly and almost desperately he raced to the bed and pulled up the covers that surrounded his lover, throwing himself down on top of Minori and recovering them with the blanket. Already purring he nuzzled his face to Minori's chest.

"I missed you while you slept." His legs wrapped around his lover and he planted kiss after kiss upon the slightly heaving chest. "I'm sorry if I displeased you, but I couldn't help myself. It was so soft and smelled like sex." He caught a nipple in his teeth and nibbled it, sucking on the soft flesh.
Struggling with the covers, he finally straddled Minori and attacked the poor disoriented Vampire's neck, licking along the muscle and biting gently at the jaw line.

"I didn't dare touch you while you slept, Minori... I don't trust myself not to molest you... I can't... I can't stop myself from wanting you." It was surreal to him, how much passion suddenly welled within him, but try as he might, he couldn't stop kissing and touching Minori all over his body.

'Am I truly that enslaved? A mere few hours without him and I turn into a crazed beast who is incapable of controlling himself?' Ignoring those thoughts and cupping his hands around Minori's face, he rubbed their noses together. "I'll free your hair, my love, do not worry. Forgive me sweet one... I truly am a beast, and in the sunlit hours of your slumber I'm afraid your hair became my elegant victim."

Minori gasped in astonishment as his lover pounced upon him, knocking him upon his back. There was a mess of blankets and his lover nuzzled and purred and nibbled upon him. Slowly, he began to put little bits together while Tristan spoke of beasts and hair and sleep and wanting.

His dark eyes took in the room and noted there was still a hint of daylight or rather the red hues of dusk. It was too early. There was time to get more sleep but he’d slept alone? Was that why he’d been cold?

‘It must be early,’ he thought to himself as he reached back to feel his hair, trying to understand what sort of strange concoction Tristan had made of it. It just felt so strange and his lover was simply too… too… awake for him at the moment and he felt the hands of sleep tugging upon his eyes and body. How he deeply wished to give in. Too much too soon… so tired… He felt drained and weak, ready to drift away.

“Tristan,” he gave him an accusing pout despite what he’d heard his lover say about molesting him. “It’s too early… I can’t believe you left me alone to feel the chill of day and sleep alone.” He yawned, closing his eyes.

Wearing a look of utter shame Tristan apologized, "I'm sorry, love. I shouldn't have left you all alone like that. I didn't want to. And I promise, now, to remain right here until you are ready to stir for the night." Then he cocked his head and grinned slyly. "But I won't be held accountable for what mischief may befall you while you slumber next to a voracious fiend who joins you only at your bidding."

Pressing a deep kiss to the mouth that looked ready to protest, he slid his tongue deeply within. 'Oh how I longed to hold you. Please, do forgive me. It was my cowardice that kept me from your gracious warmth. I did not dare hold you, for fear that I would fall into another nightmare and I could not bear such unhappiness, not so soon after experiencing perfect bliss.'

Reaching to the lip of the blanket, he pulled it up and over their heads, completely shielding them from the red glow of sunset easing about the curtained window. "Sleep my lover... or do you no longer trust me?" He asked in a voice playfully drenching in seduction. If he possessed Siren Song, like his Mistress Victoria had, he could indeed will his lover to sleep by just verbal commands. But even if he did possess such a gift, he would be loathe to use it on anyone he cared for, especially the one he loved. It was one of the things Victoria did that always upset him: she never hesitated to take away his power of free will with just a word.

Still, a little casual soothing never hurt: "Sleep, Minori... sleep and surrender yourself to my devious whims." There was an eagerness in him that cried out to play, to fuck, to lick, to love, to run, or even simply to touch.

Encased in the blanket, sheltered from the world around them, and breathing in the scent of his lover's body, he slid closer to the source of that musky smell and pressed a soft kiss upon the tender flesh of Minori's belly, his chin caressing his lover's flaccid manhood as he did so.

'Go ahead. Sleep. Don't mind me. It is not my intention to keep you from your rest.' Even his mental voice beamed with misbehavior. Moving his kiss lower he took the Minori's softened cock into between his lips and worked it over with his tongue, delighted to feel the skin pulling tight within his mouth as his lover grew steadily harder and harder.

Minori held still, his brows furrowing slightly. Apparently the dear, sweet, passionate love of his life had no intention of letting him sleep, wishing to play and have his undivided attention. As much as he loved and basked in the attention from someone not paying for it, someone who honestly wished to just be with him for more than sex, which apparently Tristan was trying to initiate at the moment, he was…

He bit his lip to stifle the gasp as Tristan took him into his mouth. He didn’t….he didn’t… but Kami that felt so undeniably good! Torn between wanting and not wanting, needing more sleep and needing to feel more, Minori tried to turn upon his side with a groan, knowing sex was part of the reason why he was so tired.

“Hold me,” he breathed. “Tristan please… leave that alone.” His mind searched for something to grab his lover’s curiosity. “Can we speak with the dead?” He felt almost dirty asking this while Tristan was doing such wonderful things to him with his mouth. “Can they come to us in our sleep?”

‘Speak to the dead? In our sleep?’ Tristan didn’t want to relinquish the sweet cock in his mouth, he wanted to draw out its precious nectar and feel his lover quiver and spurt. But, the idea of communing with the dead was enough to soften his intense libido.

Pulling his lips away from the slender object of his desire he moved so that he was gently spooning his lover. Slipping a leg, lovingly between Minori’s legs, so that his thigh still caressed his lover’s sac while he held him. “I suppose it’s possible that some Vampires do possess such a gift. My love… did something happen? Did you dream of something… of someone?” He rested his cheek on Minori’s shoulder and even though it was a relaxed position, his nerves were stimulated and he found it difficult all of a sudden to breathe. ‘My most precious one, have you spoken with the dead?’

Half relieved and half not that Tristan had left his penis alone for the moment, Minori nodded, snuggling back against his lover. This was better, he was warming up again, the muscles he’d not known were tense began to relax and all in his world seemed right and peaceful, perfect. It was so silly, he’d never felt so attached to someone before, not since his mother and certainly never in this way.

His body and mind calmed by his lover’s presence holding him from be hind… holding, lying in someone’s protective embrace, it was all he really wanted, had needed it since… he couldn’t remember exactly.

“Mm,” he replied with a smile. “It was wonderful, nothing but soft darkness around me and I was cold. There was a soft flicker and I heard the voice of my mother, so sweet and loving as she’d always been. She called to me and wanted me to follow her so she could keep me warm.” Lifting his hand, he caressed Tristan’s arm. “But then I heard your voice and she faded away. I want to see hear her again sometime soon. I want to know what she thinks of you and I want her to love you like her son.”

Remembering his own communication in the cold darkness, he half wondered if perhaps both of them had somehow gained this gift and yet it didn’t seem to make sense. It terrified him for some strange reason, bringing a sudden chill to his skin that he feared would come across as abrasiveness. No, he told himself. He was sure that his strange nightmare had been nothing more than a nightmare, but perhaps his lover… perhaps his experience with the darkness was something else entirely and not a deranged dream.

“Like I said, I’ve never heard of Vampire’s communing with spirits, but… I am happy for you, Minori.” He laid a tender kiss onto Minori’s neck, the braided and tied up hair pressing against his face. “Perhaps you are truly gifted among our kind. And if that’s the case… I am truly relieved.”

Nibbling his Vampire fangs, which seemed to grow and shrink at the oddest times anymore, he covered Minori’s shoulder with tiny red, loving impressions that faded almost as fast as he made them. ‘I worried when I made you… for I am not whole. It seemed impossible that I could give enough venom to create such a pure Vampire, and yet you are truly a credit to our species. Beautiful, complete, and mysterious.’

A thought crossed his mind as he lay there, his heart matching Minori’s beats. If his lover truly could communicate with the dead, perhaps Minori could find little Anna’s consciousness from amidst the realm of the deceased. Minori could yet meet that sweet and innocent child, could draw her forth, maybe even enough to connect her once again with Tristan’s own consciousness. But as he wondered this, he realized that he would never be so cruel as to draw out her spirit. It was rude to disturb the dead, and, more than that, he dreaded what she would have to say to the one who destroyed her.
Their bodies merging in warmth beneath the sheet, he felt so tired. But fear still won out. “Minori. I’m afraid if I fall asleep right now… I’ll never wake up again.” He nuzzled suddenly very pathetically and innocently into Minori’s back.

So he’d really not slept. It concerned Minori deeply and the reason why even more so. Getting rest and sleep was imperative to keeping a person healthy and sane and those things in Tristan were important to him. But… why did his Kawaii believe he’d never rouse from slumber if he took it? Such a strange thing to believe. Was there something his lover wasn’t telling him? Was it what had made him so very cold the day before?

Wetting his lips, Minori decided if his lover would not sleep tonight or later then neither would he. Instead he’d stay away to watch over him and when the time came where Tristan looked on the brink, he’d take matters into his own hands and protect him, watch over him while he slept. His mother could wait a little longer, she was dead and had eternity, Tristan was a live and out of fear of losing his beloved, he’d place his own desires on hold for a time, help him move past his fear.

Minori smiled, slipping his hand between their bodies, brushing his fingers over his lover’s manhood. He wondered… what’d feel like to lay with Tristan’s large member inside of him, to be joined in this position, lying in this fashion. It would be alright like this, no one had, not even the cruel people had stayed in him when like this, and he wouldn’t shy away.

Taking a deep breath, he smiled knowingly and grasped his lover lovingly. It seemed Tristan honestly had been a virgin their first night together and they had awakened something inside him, setting it free to burn and lap all the attention it could get. While Minori wasn’t a stranger to sexual relationships per se and didn’t mind letting his body become Tristan’s play ground or having Tristan’s body as the same for him, he wanted their relationship to be more than sex. He wished it to even be more than this mysterious connection. He wished for something more, for them to grow old together even if it was a bit old-fashioned. He also wanted them to be friends, teach and learn from each other…

Still, his lover had wanted him and he couldn’t deny him, he loved him too much. “Enter me like this, enter me and hold me. It’s alright like this, I’m not afraid.”

Catching hints of his lover's reservations about a relationship based on sex, Tristan was a bit hesitant to comply with his request. 'I will enter you only if it pleases you, Minori.' He thought to his lover, then found himself already aroused at the idea of becoming one with his mate again, so soon after their last joining. Slipping one hand up to Minori's mouth and urging him to wet two of his fingers, he leaned his forehead to his lover's shoulder in a wave of shame.

'You must think of me as some brute animal, for I... no matter what I do... cannot seem to get enough of your body. But, Minori, it is not only your body that I crave. I desire to know everything about you; your native language, the reason behind your lavish ink marking, your fondest childhood memory, your soul's greatest disappointment, and also, I wish to uncover the key to your happiness.' When the fingers were sufficiently coated with his lover's warm saliva, he lowered his hand to that most precious part and gently inserted them.

"Minori, I would never expect you to be satisfied with a relationship purely comprised of sex." He told him, while sweetly stretching and preparing him. "I sensed this in my nightmare... the nightmare I had which I could not wake from... the nightmare wherein Victoria did seem to speak to me...."

Eagerly he slid his third finger inside, knowing that Minori would miss that finger soon and wondered where it could possibly have wondered off to. Quickly and more intensely fingering his lover, pressing deeper and smoothing over the inner walls in search of that spot which always made Minori quiver with the promise of fulfillment, he debated where to continue to describe his nightmare. Perhaps it would upset his lover, and since all of this preparation was to please Minori and not himself, he didn't want to ruin the moment with worrisome chatter... still...

"She told me, Minori, that my body could never truly please someone with talents and experience such as yours. And it's true, my love, I am nothing more than the pathetic slave to the delicious fruits your body has to offer and soon you’ll grow bored with my amateur sexuality and my plainness. And yet, knowing this, I still plan to keep you. I will never let you go, Minori... I love you... and so I understand, quite well, that we need to enjoy more than sex in our relationship, so that I find other ways to please you and seduce you into my company... when my body ceases to do so."

Feeling remarkable ashamed at such words and concerns and yet feeling better for having expressed them, he sighed his relief and expectancy in Minori's ear. As he did this he removed his fingers and gripped himself. "I love you, so much, Minori. I am sorry that I am no better than a dog in heat, but I simply cannot refuse you." With that, he guided his cock past the sweet ring of Minori's heated body, filling his lover till he could go no further.

"Ngh...I do know... Minori..." he said gently between soft kisses to his mates shoulder and neck, "that even if my body ceases to interest you..." placing a hand on Minori's hip, while the other still clutched the Flower into their endearing spooning position, he began a soft and steady grind, "yours will... ngh...never cease.... to amaze... me."

As he lavished his lover’s strong slender fingers with his tongue, Minori felt a twinge of shame. He’d thought this was what his lover wanted, thought this was that would please him but his lover had been listening to him, reading him, and now felt shame when he should not.

He gasped softly when those fingers entered him, stroking, stretching him exquisitely and found that wonderful nub that made him squirm. All the while he listened to the words being spoken so close to his ear and knew none of that would ever come to be, Victoria was wrong. She didn’t know him, she didn’t know that even a smile from Tristan could fulfill him for a day, that if his lover was simply happy he’d be happy and satisfied for the rest of his life. Carnal pleasures of the body were wonderful and beautiful but there was more to love than sex, so much more. Simply being greeted as he’d been greeted this evening was special and precious to him.

“Mmm…Tristan I… don’t mind… uhhh Ohhhh…” he breathed and moaned, rocking his hips back into his lover. He clung to his lover’s protective arm and almost wept. To be held so lovingly, to feel the strong body of the person who loved him and who he loved pressed against his in this act of love and passion… he could die and drift between worlds in happiness for all eternity knowing he’d been loved and cared for so much even once. Even demons and cruel spirits wouldn’t be able to take it from him.

“Never…uhhh… grow exhausted…mmm nggg… of you. I… haaa… love you.”

“Ngh… yes… I..” He grunted softly, his throat suddenly tightening as the urge to cry passed through him and rose above their entwined bodies where it became a sweet illumination of their joining. Still happily encased beneath the blanket, he thought perhaps this was the sweetest love making they had ever shared.

“I… ahhh..! I love you…” it was difficult to form words when his whole body was concentrated on the warmth between them and the subtlety erotic feel of his penis angling deeply inside his lover. His thrusts never grew to the manic passion of the day before, when they joined in such ways that his mouth watered at the very memory. Instead, he pumped his body into Minori without the urgency of ejaculation or crazed desire.

‘You’re so dear to me, my Japanese Flower. The only time I feel safe is when our bodies touch, when I am inside of you in some way, or, at the very least, when you are within my embrace. I have felt so afraid, so very afraid… during that time with no connection, when I found myself without Victoria, and I was starving and so alone… and then I saw you, Minori, and… I never want to feel that way again. So alone. So without love.’

Sliding his hand down from Minori’s hip to his manhood, Tristan gently gripped his lover’s shaft and began to pump him in opposition to their thrusting hips. “It’s… so …. warm inside you…. and ….so safe…. unlike anything….ngh…. I’ve ever known.”

‘I want you to feel precious. I want you to feel pleasure. I want to give that to you.’ But taking none for himself; that was his plan at the moment, for if he were to climax, he knew sleep would claim him in the sweet afterglow of orgasm. Therefore, even though his shaft burned with each new thrust and his scrotum quivered and shook with his movements, he didn’t let himself get carried away with the sensations.

“Minori… I want to feel you come… I want to feel it cover my fingers, while I gently jerk you off.” His voice was soft and breathy, and he prayed that he would be able to bring Minori to paradise soon, so that he could slow his motions and lay sweetly behind his lover, still penetrating him, while licking cum from his fingers and waiting for the true darkness of night to draw them from their room.

Eight years of conditioning himself to reach competition quickly. Eight years of fruitless sex where Minori had had no feelings toward the one using his body for their own personal pleasure and activity. Eight years and he’d never wanted to make it last, draw it out, never wanted to really enjoy every moan, every pant, every movement and spoken word from the one inside of him or who he was sheathed in and male or female until now. And now, he could barely draw it out, barely hang on. It was eight years of he’d have to detrain himself so he might give his lover more of himself in their love making, make it last long, make it that much more meaningful.

But he could say with great relief and great pride that he’d never again have to sell himself, never have to be raped and beaten, never have to stare just to the side of his partners face or close his eyes and pretend to enjoy the act. He’d found his love, the one who would turn sex into making love and for once he trusted his body with another person completely. He trusted Tristan with his heart, would let him hold it in his hands until they day they died unafraid. It was one of the most revealing, exciting, and happily treasured moments of his life.

Saying nothing other than to voice his soft moans and cries of pleasure, Minori lifted his arm and tangled his fingers in his lover’s hair, gasping as he felt Tristan’s hand upon his cock, stroking him tenderly. He was close, close and getting closer so quickly standing on the brink of the cliff.

Minori shifted his hips downward to meet his lover’s thrust and cried out, falling over the edge, cumming more sweetly and softly than ever in his life. He floated delicately on the waves of his release until he was spent and trembling, weeping happily. “Stay inside of me… please. I don’t want to lose you.” He breathed.

The slight shudder of Minori’s cock within his hand made Tristan groan and smile and press his eager lips onto the back of his lover’s soft neck. Caressing the twitching penis until it was completely drained and hung sweetly and limply, Tristan caught as much of his lover’s seed as he could as it drizzled and spurted to the bed sheet.

“The way you share yourself with me… thank you… truly. It has been so long since I felt something like this… like… true affection.” The last time he’d felt anything remotely similar had been when his little Anna hugged him during his last weekend home from University. She wasn’t one to hug, in fact he usually had to steal his hugs and kisses from his dear little sister, but on that occasion, as if she knew that the next time they would meet, he would be different, she’d hugged him freely and clung to him even as he tried to leave the manor house. ‘Oh Anna, I miss you.’


How disgusting to mourn her now, when his own pleasures and needs were being so beautifully met with the most precious angel in existence. Then again, perhaps it was more appropriate to acknowledge her loss and cherish her memory when so connected with someone who could mourn with him and love him and comfort him.

‘For the first time, in a long time, I feel that I can really mourn. I feel that you will guide me through my sorrow back into warmth. When I was with Victoria, she never lent me sympathy, or tried to ease the pain in my heart. She used her talents to keep me from grieving, for she grew tired of my unstable disposition and easily corruptible moods.’ He lazily dragged his semen drenched hand up Minori’s chest, lifting it to his lover’s mouth and tracing the Flower’s lips with one slick finger, as if applying a fine gloss.

With an appreciative smile he then drew his hand to his own mouth and tenderly, like a kitten lapping fresh cream, he cleaned the warm seed from his skin, cherishing the taste, that brought with it absolute certainty that Minori was his, would always be his.

Shifting his hips slightly, he kept a slight motion going in his hips, for the purpose of keeping himself hard and also alleviating the pain of such a prolonged erection. ‘I will stay within you Minori, until the moment you desire that I withdraw.’ Holding his lover tightly he patiently awaited the strong smell of moonrise.

Gently caressing his lover’s lips again, this time allowing the adorable Vampire to suck and kiss his fingers in anyway he saw fit, Tristan became aware of a sick tugging in the pit of his stomach.

‘Tristan… you are wasting your time with him… he’ll leave you. I know this. Even without the gift of foresight, I know this.’ A beautiful and soft female voice sounded in his head. Immediately he felt his body grow cold, and his hand, despite the sweet stimulation from Minori’s mouth, began to tremble.

“Go away.” Tristan said in a rushed panic.

‘You’re disgusting Tristan, repeatedly letting this little slut use you. Don’t you feel like a whore? Don’t you wonder what your family would think if they saw you panting and begging him to fuck you? Can’t you just imagine your little sister’s face? I can.’ The voice was not the crooning tenor of the Siren Song, rather it was snide and cruel and instantly suffocating.

“Please! Leave me alone!” He cried out and abruptly pulled his entire body away from his lover, the warmth encompassing his cock completely erased and his heart beating with a childlike fury and fear. “They would be happy for me! They would understand! Unlike you!”

He clawed at his chest, and moved blindly toward the curtained window. Throwing open the sashes and pressing the small glass pane open, he leaned his head outside and breathed in the sweet and comforting smell of night. “You’re dead. Why can’t you leave me alone?” Weakened by unadulterated terror he fell to his knees, quaking, holding himself around his middle. “You’re dead… you’re supposed to be dead.”

It was more than startling to have the fingers he was lavishing with is tongue ripped from his mouth, more than startling to feel that beautifully large and filling member suddenly vacate his body, and quite frightening to hear the words from Tristan’s mouth as he yanked himself from Minori. For a moment Minori lay there in shock wondering what he’d done so terribly wrong, his heart aching with thoughts of rejection.

But Tristan’s lexis changed and somehow Minori knew it wasn’t he who was being spoken too. Only it wasn’t simply spoken words. It was as if his other half were terrified of some unseen force only he could see and hear.

Naked and nervous and frightened for his love, Minori watched Tristan’s antics at the window until he sank to the floor. It was something Okaa-san had said long ago, not to get in the way of a crazed person else one might get hurt or hurt them, that it was best to wait until they were almost still or in the very least not flailing about. But Tristan wasn’t insane. Wounded and full of sorrow from certain things, a little emotionally unstable yes, but insane… no Minori couldn’t see it. Which only meant one thing. There was a spirit from his lover’s past seeking to torment him. He didn’t know what to do, didn’t know how to help, he wasn’t an Onmyoji or a priest of Tristan’s religion.

Carefully, Minori rose from the bed and tiptoed to his lover’s side, kneeling, and wrapping his arms around him, pulling him close. “Don’t listen to it Kawaii,” Tristan was shaking so much Minori felt it within himself. “Shhh, I’m here, I will not let anything ill befall you.”

He placed little kisses upon Tristan’s head. “Tell me what to do, tell me how to help.” He whispered, rubbing soothing circles into Tristan’s shoulder. “Should we go away, should we stay? Should we find a priest? Tell me I’ll do anything thing I have too, I don’t like seeing you like this, it aches. Please, my dearest, tell me and we’ll do it together.”

His body shaking in sobs, he wrapped his arms around his lover, holding him so fretfully tight, that neither of them seemed to be able to draw in air. "J-j-just hold me please... and forgive me f-for everything... let me feel you... let me be yours... I.. I want to get lost within you, I don't want to be haunted anymore." Tristan's voice was reminiscent of a child's.

'I don't understand it! I don't understand any of it, Minori! You are my mate, the only one I'll share my soul with. I am free to give myself to you... free to love you... because my Mistress is dead! So why is it that I feel her?! Why does her presence seem to live within me? And why now!? Why now, when I am so completed at last... completed by you!!'

Nuzzling against his lover's collar bone, Tristan willed himself to cease his panicked trembling. "Let's leave here..." he whispered beneath his sobs, "Let's feed and leave this place. I wish to find peace; someplace where her spirit... her memory... whatever it is that manifests her voice within my mind... cannot find me."

Finally catching his breath a bit he reached his trembling hands to Minori's face and smoothed the sweet man's brows, then pressed his cheek against the pale skin. "I really am a coward. A selfish coward. And to think... there was a time when I thought my life would mean something. It turns out; my most crowning moment was that of my death... when the truth of my nature... my cowardice and shame were able to truly shine forth."

Rising from his knees and pulling his lover with him, he led Minori to the small chair next to the table. "And yet... you've changed me." Taking a deep breath and letting the panic bleed away from him, he pressed his hands lovingly all over Minori's back and shoulders in a sort of apologetic massage. "Forgive me, precious one... it was cruel of me to weaken myself enough to allow her to affect me so. I will... make it up to you."

Gently he removed the black ribbon that held Minori's altered hair in place, and, after retying it around his own neck, carefully undid the numerous twists and braids that had adorned his lover's locks. "If you dress me, I'll go and find us... a meal, so that we can leave here renewed with life."

As always Minori listened to his lover and he followed and sat in the chair. Gazing up into Tristan’s now amber eyes, he tried to smile but the incident moments before still kept him on the edge of his nerves. He could see until both of their demons were vanquished, they’d have no lasting solace, only brief moments of it. He could live with that, he could live with allowing Tristan to heal his wounds and chase away his hurts. And he wished to do the same in return so in the end they could just be and be happy.

But could Tristan? Would his lover be alright? Could they get rid of this she-demon before it devoured him whole? Hope was something he’d tried to hang on to in his short life but it almost always failed him in giving him what he truly desired, but just this once he clung to it, hoping they could have the ending they both wanted and needed, the ending that would keep them together.

He knew of a place where they could go, it wasn’t England but they would still go to Tristan’s home. He just wished to see this place before leaving Japan, to bask in its glory and hoped it would soothe his lover. It was the place he wished to perform a certain ceremony to unite them both. It would all have to be improvised but he’d certainly do his best and what would it matter if they didn’t have an Onmyoji or priest presiding over it? As long as they said what was in their hearts, that was all that counted.

Minori leaned forward, wrapping his arms about Tristan’s waist and rest his head against his lover’s abdomen while Tristan soothingly took apart the strange design of his hair. “I am a little hungry,” he admitted softly. “And I will dress you but I don’t want to be parted with you for too long if ever. I think I shall be terribly lonely while you’re gone.” Rubbing his check against Tristan’s warm flesh, he smiled. “But I will make certain everything is ready to go upon your return. Then we will find a ship and travel and while we’re on the waves of the sea, I’ll hold you. We can hold each other close and keep each other warm. Is that agreeable to you?”

To answer his lover, Tristan lovingly tilted Minori's chin so that he could press his lips to the pale face. "Dress me. I won't be gone long." He said sweetly. Picking up his Kimono and handing it his little lover, he stood still in the middle of the room. Minori's slender fingers, emanating such calm warmth wherever they grazed Tristan's skin, pulled the cloth into proper shape and tied the sashes appropriately. "Kiss me once more so that your taste lingers on my mouth until the very moment I must taint it with the flesh of another."

Pulling his sweet lover toward him, he kissed him passionately, his hands still on the verge of shaking. As his tongue slid forward, to taste his lover as fully as possible, his eyes darted over to his glasses, but he decided against bothering to wear them, for they were supposed to be something that made him look dignified, and the thought of a quick feed was borderline dishonorable.

Hurrying away from Minori, knowing that if the kiss lingered, he would be enticed to stay and melt into his arms without performing his duties as provider, he made his way to the door and slipped into his awkward wooden sandals.

"I love you." He said quietly and smiled back to Minori. Quickly and with renewed purpose he exited the room and, after a quick walk down the corridor, the Inn itself. He caught several strange glances from the stocky and bitter Innkeeper woman. Perhaps she had heard their vulgar language and screams of pleasure from the previous morning.... but he didn't really care and was heated enough to use thrall to shut her up if she dared approach him.

Thankfully, she seemed too unnerved by his presence to move, and he whisked past her, feeling just smug enough to wink at her as he did so. Once out in the night air his eyes change immediately and his fangs descended. The world appeared to him in a clear pattern of heartbeats and pulses and potential victims.