Pain and Pleasure

Chapter 11.

Xir’ag stared seriously into Sajore’s eyes.

“We’ll take it slow. I will not abandon you this time,” Sajore whispered as he stroked the drow's hair, smiling softly.

Xir’ag nodded, pressing his mouth against Sajore's, circling his tongue along the lines of his lips. He felt Sajore’s tongue darting out to meet his and he savoured the sweet taste of him. Slowly the kiss became deeper. Xir’ag sank his tongue into the vampire's sweet mouth, tasting the faint scent of blood from his warm breath against his lips.

The vampire’s tongue explored his mouth, sliding between his teeth and deeper to explore the roof of his mouth. He moaned into Sajore’s mouth, pressing closer to him. He wrapped his arms around him, pulling him into his lap and Xir’ag obeyed. Their erections ground against each other as their bodies pressed together.

Xir’ag moaned again.

Slowly Sajore disentangled himself from the drow's embrace and pushed him gently away.
“Slow down,” he whispered, running his hand in the man's snow white hair, planting soft kisses on his cheeks.

He saw Xir’ag’s long fingers reach closer to the necklace again and sighed deeply, lowering his head.

“Look… I think we should wait …” he said, his voice full of sorrow and anger towards himself. If it would have been possible, he would have beat up the stupid demon and been done with it, but it made no sense to harm himself like that. He sighed again and Xir’ag lifted his head. He had not even noticed his hand moving, but now he stopped and stared at his fingers that slowly curled around the pendant, crushing it into his fist.

“We are going to get through this… just don’t leave me alone,” Xir’ag said seriously, pressing his free hand against Sajore’s cheek.

The vampire smiled a sad smile. “I will never leave you… but for now, we should be without sex until we are both ok with it. You are obviously not ready yet.”

“I’m ok with it when I’m with you, but that other side of yours can be rather scary sometimes.”

Sajore’s eyes flashed yellow in an instant and as he began to speak again, his voice was deeper.
“You’re afraid of me?” The demon asked seriously.

Xir’ag tried to stay still but automatically backed away an inch, holding the pendant tighter in his fist, ready to call out Sajore if need be. “I don’t want to be,” was all that he could say. He loved the demon just as he loved Sajore, but sometimes this split personality thing was just too complicated. He went to bed with the gentle, loving and caring Sajore and made love with the passionate, rough and sometimes too aggressive demon.

“I went too far,” the demon said bluntly.

Xir’ag stared at him for a moment as his red eyes started to boil with rage. “And you know it! Damnit, I am not your toy. If you love me, try to control yourself a bit more. I’m not your fucking toy!” He yelled out, his face full of fury. He pushed at the demons chest with his hand.

The Demon stared at him. “I love you… more than anything… it's just that I don’t know how I should express it, this is all too unfamiliar to me," he slowly answered, scratching the back of his neck nervously. “I thought that sex made you happy, and besides, that’s the only time when I can be with you for longer.”

“Sex does make me happy. When I can decide what happens, not when I’m a puppet who is thrown around and used.”

“I never meant you to take it like that…” The demon looked ashamed and turned his eyes on the ground. “You misunderstood me.”

“How many NO’s can you misunderstand?” Xir’ag asked frowning.

The Demon fell silent.

Xir’ag lifted his head and yelled. “Don’t you fucking dare to run away and hide now. We are going to talk this over. I want to continue my life normally and you are in my way!” He held the Demon’s chin in his hand and stared into his wide yellow eyes.

“Ok… I will teach Sajore how to control me better… I am going to do that for you. I have never told the technique to him before, because unlike him, whose thoughts I can read openly, he cannot have access to all of mine. But, I am going to teach him… for your sake; to prove that I really do care about you.”

His voice faded away and a painful look rose onto his face. Xir’ag knew what that meant for the Demon. He was intentionally giving away his freedom to come out when he wanted. He released the pale man's chin and gently took a hold of his shoulders. He didn’t know what to say, but smiled as the Demon lifted his face, kissing him softly on the lips.

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Xir’ag sat on a huge rock, hugging his knees and watched Sajore from far away.

The vampire stood still and it looked like he was doing nothing, but there was a great view to the city from the place and he was looking for prey, sweeping the scenery with his sharp eyes and scent that could smell the perfect victim miles away. Soon he seemed to sense someone suitable and signalled to Xir’ag before jumping down.

After a short while Sajore climbed back on the cliff.

Xir’ag chuckled to himself.

The vampire's face and hair were dripping blood and he smiled a content, full smile, licking his lips. He ran closer and jumped on the rock, sitting next to Xir’ag and sighed happily, taking a hold of the drow's hand and twining their fingers together. They stared at the lights of the glowing, magical city beneath them.

Sajore had decided that the best way to get over everything bad that had happened between them was to prepare for the worst and enjoy the best. He was finally ready to let Xir’ag into his life and heart completely. And that included his bloody feeding trips outside the house and showing this murderous, violent side of him openly.

He was now more capable of controlling this side of himself when he wanted to, but still gave free reign to the demon when he fed, to show his appreciation. As much as he disliked sharing his body and mind with the demon, he was not going to go anywhere so they just had to bear with it the best they could… and things were looking up.

The drow didn’t seem to mind that he always came back covered with blood and a dirty grin on his face when they went to the feeding trips; afternoon walks as Sajore called them. It was a big relief to Sajore. It felt incredibly good to see the wizard waiting for him, sitting next to him, being close to him and accepting him. He glanced at Xir’ag and squeezed his hand. Xir’ag smiled and leaned closer to him.

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There was a knock on the door. Elgarathinge opened the door and let the drow priestess in.

Xa’Herae grinned wickedly at him. “I have good news.”

Elga smiled back and invited her to sit. The drow priestess sat on his bed, moving her cloak away and showing off her revealing dress.

Elga sat next to her, still keeping his respectful distance. “So, news? Is he here? And why did it take so long to find out?”

“Yes, he is here. And I knew about it a long time ago. But until now I didn’t have a reason to tell you.”

The bounty hunter cursed at the priestess and stared at her. “How can I get my hands on him? He has the matron's protection inside the house?”

“Yes, but there are ways in... if I help you.” Xa’Herae smiled and slipped her hand onto his knee.

He smiled a dry smile. He knew the price for this. He moved closer to her and kissed her softly.

The priestess kissed him back roughly and pushed him onto the bed.

Some hours later they lay, half asleep, on the bed.

Elga was deep in his thoughts, remembering his past and the things he had lost. Hate flared inside him but he calmed himself down quickly, praying to his beloved God. Even when he was hunting down this beast that had killed everyone who mattered to him and even while he was loosing himself in the process, there were still some things he would not give up. One of them was his faith for his God and the teachings He had given him.

His life belonged to that God and he was His tool. He would sacrifice his life to hunt down the damned beast that terrorized his life and the world around him. He would do it for them… for the loved ones who had died, for his God, for peace, for harmony and for love, for the dear teachings of his God… Even when he had to turn into a killer to make sure his God's way would come to pass.

He sighed and blinked his thoughts away as the priestess gently fondled his chest.

“I want you to meet someone who is going to help you,” the priestess said, sliding her hand up his body and finally curling her long fingers into his brown hair.

“What are you talking about?”

“I don’t trust you enough to let you work alone in this,” the priestess simply stated, smiling seductively.

Elga ground his teeth and got up. He was not pleased, but with the drow, there was nothing else to do but to obey or he would never get where he wanted. “Well, then we better hurry.”

The woman stared at his back angrily, but took the clothes the man offered her and slowly got dressed. Soon they were on their way to a small tavern close to the city limits.

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Xir’ag laughed so hard he was about to choke. Sajore kept tickling him even when he tried to run away. They were in his laboratory, almost under the table. Finally he caught Sajore’s hands and didn’t let go. He breathed deep as Sajore finally stopped the tickling.

Sajore sniggered and nuzzled his cheek. They had not had made love for 10 days now. They both felt frustrated, but wanted to wait until they would both feel ready and most of all, safe.

The time had also proved one important thing, that their relationship was not based on sex alone. The time had gone by fast, and they had joked around and talked more about serious issues. They both felt like they knew each other much better now and had developed a strong bond between one another.

The only time when both of them still felt awkward was when it was time to go to sleep. They both wanted to make love, their bodies showing it very clearly, but both refused to act on their lust. Every night ended as they curled close to each other, feeling their hard shafts pressing against each other, trying to ignore the pressure and get some sleep.

More than once they had woken up in the middle of the night gasping for air, in the midst of sleepy combined masturbation, as their bodies ground against one another. They never took it further than that, never trying to get closer than that, Sajore not touching Xir’ag once with his hands, their grinding hips bringing them both fast release and then sleep once more.


Xir’ag let go of Sajore’s hand and he knelt on the floor, next to the flushed drow. Sajore looked into his lowered eyes. “Are you ok?”

“Stop asking that,” Xir’ag laughed and poked him to the chest.

The vampire fell onto his butt and started to laugh too.

Xir’ag jumped on him and stared back into his eyes.

It started to become harder and harder to keep apart, to not go further. Sajore sat back up and pulled Xir’ag onto his lap, kissing him lightly and then petting his hair, passing the warming moment quickly. “I have to feed soon. Do you want to come along again?”

“Of course do.” Xir’ag smiled sheepishly and stood up.

“Yes, you need to act as my bodyguard. I’m too fragile and weak to go alone.” Sajore said seriously and lifted Xir’ag suddenly to the air.

Xir’ag wrapped his hands around the vampire's neck and squealed happily.

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Soon they were outside the house. Xir’ag ran to the meeting point where Sajore was already waiting.

The bounty hunter stared at the vampire from the shadows of his magical shield, behind them, grinding his teeth angrily. His mind yelled: Finally! He had waited for this for so long, too long. He would have a scar on his face forever, reminding him of the damned vampire. There he was, finally, so close; within his grasp, and this time, he would not loose his opportunity!

He stared at the drow, feeling a little surprised. The priestess had not mentioned that the vampire had an ally, but still the two men greeted happily before Sajore turned the other way, walking to the high cliff.

Of course he didn’t do as the priestess told him, only using her knowledge and help to track down the vampire where he felt was the best place to ambush him. He was not going to risk his life entering the house when he knew that the vampire had to come out to feed eventually. It didn’t take long to track him down with the help of his new companion, asking about missing people and strange mutilated bodies that had been drained of all of their blood and making a few spells in places where they found faint traces of the vampire’s scent.

The man sat there as quietly as he could when the vampire walked closer to the cliff, leaving Xir’ag to stand a bit further away. Elga signalled to his new partner in crime and got an answer fast, as the wizard floated over the cliff quietly.

Elga grinned and pointed the little pocket bow at the strange drow who was happily staring at Sajore. He would not take risks; the unexpected drow would be out of the game really fast.

Xir’ag felt a little stinging in his neck and knew that he had been hit. He turned to Sajore and gasped out as he felt all of the power disappearing from his limbs, “A trap.” Then he fell to the ground. He could still see what was happening but was unable to move even an inch.

Sajore turned around furiously, sensing the danger and tuning all his senses to look for the cause. Soon enough, he tracked the strange blackness behind one of the big rocks they always sat on, that was where the small arrow had come from and he could finally see the attacker as the magic dispersed around him from his command.

His eyes widened for a moment when he recognized the attacker and then he was already running to him. He felt stinging arrows hit his stomach and arms and felt the numbing effect of the powerful drug spread out into his limbs, but he was far too angry and strong to be taken down so easily.

He got closer and closer until he felt a sharp pain in his head. His legs gave under him and he fell to his knees, grasping his head with his hands and screaming out in pain and rage.

Xir’ag could see Sajore fall and then a drow with a red and black cloak walking closer to the vampire, whispering a spell and waving his hand in the air. He wanted to scream and run and kill the man, but all he could do was to lie there and watch. Even his eyes started to feel heavy.

Sajore couldn’t hear anything. It was like a thousand razorblades had suddenly pierced his head from all directions and the pain was excruciating. He sank his fingernails deep into his scalp to stay conscious.

The strange wizard walked to Sajore and pressed his palm against his head, just above his eyes and Sajore fell to the ground.

Xir’ag was screaming on the inside, but on the outside only a soft growl could be heard. The wizard turned to face him and smiled a purely evil smile. Elga walked over to the wizard and said something to the man, but Xir’ag couldn’t hear a word of it. He was forced to watch helplessly as both of the men turned away and left him laying there. He could see Elga lift Sajore onto his wide shoulders with ease and then both of the men walked away.

He tried to move but nothing happened. He fought the exhaustion but could not hold it back for long. Finally his eyes slid shut and the world disappeared.

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Xir’ag woke up on the hard ground. Something was poking his back. He rose to his elbows and slowly looked back, trying to focus his eyes. His head was fuzzy and he didn’t know where he was.

There was a huge black rat on his back. He shooed it away quickly. He tried to think hard, but his thoughts were too blurry. Then it all came rushing back. They were outside and those men had attacked them. They had poisoned him and Sajore… Sajore! He stood up, ignoring his wobbly legs and looked around.

There was no trace of the vampire. He yelled his name with pure rage in his voice and ran to the cliff, collapsing to his knees there, fearing what he might find. There was nothing. He sighed from relief. But Sajore was still gone.

He grabbed a hold of the pendant he had gotten from Sajore. It was deep red, but cold. But at least he knew Sajore was still alive. He gritted his teeth together as a deep growl dispersed its way from his lips. His slitted eyes scanned the scenery around him, sensing something close by. He froze.

The wizard had strict orders of what to do. He was to observe the drow until he had gone away and make sure he would not follow them. But Orgoll was a drow. And some drow's have certain sides that they cannot change even if they wanted to, one of them being a craving to show their powers and test their strength against others.

It was not easy to simply observe, as the slender drow rose up and ran around, yelling out the vampire's name. Orgoll chuckled to himself, waiting for a while longer until he was certain that the other drow could not sense him behind the heavy magical shield that he was guarding himself with. Xir’ag had stopped at the edge of the cliff and was just staring down, as though he had fallen into shock.

Xir’ag calmed his mind and breathed slowly. He started to test his limbs and muscles, making sure his reflexes and body worked properly again. He flexed his fingers slowly, almost unnoticeably, he stiffened and loosened the muscles of his legs and feet, ensuring that he'd be ready to move fast when he needed to.

Xir’ag had seen the wizard with the other man and felt his presence clearly now, even when it was hidden with magic, he could trace it with his mind. He had seen the wizard at work and knew that he was no apprentice and that he clearly knew what he was doing. Still, the man was strange to him, which lead him to the conclusion that the wizard had to be either from out of town or part of the rogue group called Bregan Daerthe, which might mean that the man was a very powerful enemy.

Xir’ag closed his eyes and waited for the other man to act. He couldn’t do anything until he knew the wizards exact position. His fingers clutched into fists close to his knees and he breathed deeply, waiting for an attack.

Arrogance - yet another feature of the drow mind that often controls their actions. Orgoll was very sure of himself, especially when Xir’ag had collapsed after just one poison arrow.

Xir’ag rarely wore any of his wizard clothes outside his house, only a simple piwafwi, to hide his identity. He looked like a normal fighter, carrying his short sword on his hip and no visible spell pouches or any wizard gear what so ever. He used this to his advantage in situations like the current one. When others thought that he was just a lineman, a normal harmless fighter and soldier. Only the members of his house recognized him for what he truly was.

Orgoll slid swiftly from his spell-protected portal near the edge of one of the big dripstones on the ceiling of the huge cave. He moved fast behind Xir’ag, pushing him over the edge of the cliff with a powerful surge of energy. Xir’ag let out a yelp and disappeared from sight.

Orgoll stepped closer to make sure the drow had really fallen rather than simply floated away. A vain smile spread across his face. The only worry in his mind was how he was going to explain the death of the drow to the assassin. But right then, he didn’t really care.

Xir’ag shivered under the edge, his muscles slightly trembling from the after effect of the energy surge, despite the fact that he had, at the last second, thrown out a similar attack, blocking the one pointed at him. He listened to the soft footsteps and jumped into movement. His eyes flamed furiously as he flung himself over the edge and back onto solid ground. He landed directly in front of the other wizard, yelling out a spell and pushing his hands forth.

The wizard knew that he had made a mistake when he stretched out his neck to see over the edge. The drow was suddenly right in front of him and he found himself in the air. Orgoll flew several feet to the rough ground, hitting his back to the rocks below him. His whole body tingled and ached after the powerful lighting strike and he could feel how his hair was sticking straight up and he felt slightly dizzy.

Xir’ag didn’t waste time before he jumped after him and pinned him to the ground roughly. He pushed his fingers against the man's chest and said the same spell he had used not so long ago to glue Sajore to the fighting-practice room floor during their lust-filled competition. The memory filled his mind for a second and when he looked into the man's red eyes, his own were boiling with anger, his lithe form easily pinning the strong man on the ground. Orgoll looked shocked to the core.

The wizard struggled with no luck to get away from the ground and out from under Xir’ag. Xir’ag leaned closer and smashed his fist into Orgoll's face. There was no need to use magic on this idiot now.

“Where is he?” He growled, taking the man's head into his hands and crushing the back of it against the rocky ground beneath. The man's eyes rolled around and he moaned from the pain, his body going limp. “Like fucking hell I’m going to let you drift away before you tell me where he is!”
Xir’ag yelled and slapped the man's face roughly. Orgoll's eyes squeezed shut and his lips curled into a painful grimace.

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Sajore’s stomach was on fire, his head hurt like hell and his limbs ached furiously. In all the possible ways, he was feeling really lousy. His face was hurt and his skin felt strange. All these things didn’t really bother him. The thing that filled his mind the most was Xir’ag, they had been on the cliff and then… everything went blank.

He slowly opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling of the light filled room. He was on the floor and had heavy chains binding his wrists. He felt how the chains spell was squeezing his wrists, ‘no getting out of them’. He groaned as his conscience slowly returned to him.

He sensed someone else in the room with him and turned to face them, rolling onto his other side slowly. Oww… that hurt!

“Xir’ag?” Sajore asked and stared at the figure blearily. His sight was not normal either, but slowly he was starting to see colours and shades and could soon tell that the man was too pale to be a drow.

The assassin stared at him, his eyes empty and hate-filled, and his scarred face looking grim. Sajore was too worried about Xir’ag to think about joking around as he usually would have done in a hopeless situation like this, so he just stared back, recognising the man easily and grunting.

“You are going to die,” The man said slowly, twiddling a little spike in his hands.

Sajore didn’t say a word. What was there to say? He turned his head away but then turned back, his eyes flashing yellow and his fangs glowing in the light dangerously. “Whatever you say. Just tell me. that you didn’t hurt the drow who was with me.,” He asked, angrily.

The man stared back and chuckled ironically. “Why would you care about that?”

“Because I care, so is he ok or isn’t he?”

The man started to laugh a cold laughter. “You are really telling me you care about someone? You?”

Sajore’s eyes flared. “Is he ok?” He yelled angrily and leaned forward, the chains jingling on his wrists.

The man stopped laughing. “You are serious?” He asked, rising up and walking closer.

Sajore nodded, staring coldly into his eyes.

Elga leaned next to him and cocked his head, staring into Sajore’s eyes. “Why is that person so important to you?”

“I... he is more important than anything.” He said speaking quietly and turning his head away.

“Why? You can’t really care about anyone with that soulless body of yours.”

Sajore revealed his fangs again and growled at him as the man kneeled closer to him, touching his chin with the metal spike. Sajore stared into Elga’s eyes seriously. Xir’ag was going to be alone after he died. He couldn’t die. He stared at the man. “I love him.” he said seriously.

Elga stared at him wide eyed and frowned. “You can’t love!”

“I thought so too... before it happened,” Sajore said and lowered his head again.

Elga grabbed his chin and lifted his head up. “Do you really think I believe you?”

“I guess you wouldn’t,” Sajore said honestly. “I don’t really care if you believe me or not, but I want to know that he’s ok!” Sajore growled.

Elga stood up and turned around. Maybe it had been a mistake to leave the handling of the drow to Orgoll. He didn’t know that the drow played such a big part in all this. He would have to test this. He had chased the evil demon across the world to get rid of him. He was a threat to everyone as long as he lived. He couldn’t have changed, he couldn’t have!

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Sajore yelled after him as he started to walk towards a small opening in the wall.

Elga stopped. “Yes. He is ok, for now.” Then he walked out and left the vampire alone.

Elga ran. Fast. He was beginning to doubt his decision to trust Orgoll and was afraid of what he would find waiting for him. Not that it wouldn’t have been right, for the demon to have the person Sajore loved killed. It would serve him right. But… No! It was not right. His God would never forgive him if he hurt a soul that was capable of loving. But it couldn’t be true. No, it could not be true.

He arrived to the cliff just in time to see the enormous lightning hit Orgoll and throw him back to the rocks, and Xir’ag rushing to him, hitting him several times, sneering and growling to know the vampire's whereabouts.

The assassin pulled out his little pocket bow and walked closer.

Xir’ag turned his head but didn’t move.

“I have him; the vampire Sajore.”

This got Xir’ag moving, he didn’t try to come closer to Elga, but instead grabbed Orgoll's hair in his fist and lifted his head. “Trade you? You get him alive, I get Sajore. Alive!” He snarled out and stared at Elga.

Elga nodded and lowered his bow, then turned, trusting the drow to follow. “Leave him here… you didn’t have to attack him though. He was here only to watch over you.”

Xir’ag snorted. “Watch over me? He’s the one who attacked me. I only defended myself.”

Elga turned around. “What?”

“Not that I wouldn’t have attacked him anyway to find out where Sajore is. But I didn’t start the fight.”

Elga didn’t reply. He still couldn’t believe either of the men, so he would just wait and see what happened next.

“Why are you doing this?” Xir’ag asked after they had been walking for a while.

Elga sighed. “To defend the world from the likes of him.”

“From vampires?”

“No. From soulless demons that slay and kill without regret.”

A short pause followed.

“Sajore is not the man he used to be.” Xir’ag whispered, Elga thought he sensed sadness in the drow's voice.

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They walked silently towards the place where Sajore was hidden at. Xir’ag could sense him before he could see the place and started to move faster the closer they got.

He soon entered the dusty, dark room. The candles that had been lighting it before had burned down. Sajore was lying in the corner, bleeding from several places and groaning in a pain filled voice. The vampire heard them enter and lifted himself up, even when it hurt to do so. His senses were still far too fuzzy to sense Xir’ag, all he could tell was that someone had come into the room.

Xir’ag wanted to run to Sajore, but the enemy in front of him kept him still.

Elga stared at the vampire in the corner and then glanced at Xir’ag.

Sajore seemed incoherent, his arms shaking and his eyes unfocused. His other eye was swollen and bleeding. He clinched his side, blood dripping onto the floor. He was breathing heavily.

“Where did you go?” He whispered as he turned his head toward his captor.

Xir’ag moved another step closer and Sajore's eyes widened as he realized who was standing in front of him. “Xir’ag! How... why?” He spoke softly, a lot of pain in his voice. He couldn’t turn his eyes away from the drow. There was so much emotion in his gaze that it made Xir’ag ache inside.

Slowly Sajore turned his gaze to Elga. “If you have done anything to hurt him, I will kill you!” The vampire whispered and dropped back to the floor, loosing all his strength.

“No, I’m fine” Xir’ag said as he walked closer to the vampire.

Elga stared at him for a moment. Time to start the plan. He hurried behind the drow and poked him with the small spike that was in his hand again.

Xir’ag yelled surprised. “More poisons?” He asked as his vision started to blur.

“Don’t worry. This is just to make you harmless.” The man grabbed a hold of him and guided him to sit onto a chair close by just as his legs gave out from under him. ‘Not again!’

Sajore started to growl. “Stop it and let him go. It’s me you want to kill! Don’t hurt him!” Sajore felt like exploding, clasping his fists to the ground and growling loudly like a beast.

“Ok. Now that we are all here, let’s see something.” Elga acted like he had heard nothing Sajore had just said and stepped behind Xir’ag, pulling a knife under his chin.

Sajore yelled and tried to jump up, only to be stopped by the chains and his weak condition, almost falling back to the floor. He only stayed up with the strength that the pain in his heart was giving him. “No! Don’t hurt him. This is between me and you!” Sajore begged desperately, ripping his chains so much that he felt his other shoulder bone slip away and a sharp pain punctured him, he screamed but did not stop trying to get up.

Elga pulled the knife closer and blood started to drip down Xir’ag’s neck.

The drow whimpered but couldn’t move. He wanted to scream but could do nothing. Only his eyes were moving franticly around.

“No!” Sajore cried out. He was on his knees and fell down to the floor, his elbow hanging twisted next to him. “If you have to kill someone, kill me, do not hurt him. That would kill me too. Please, I beg you.” The vampire stared into Elga’s eyes from the floor, ready to do anything, ready to beg for the drow's life, ready to kill himself if that was what would safe Xir’ag.

Elga stared back with wide eyes. “I can’t believe it. It can’t be!” He whispered. This couldn’t be true. It could not be happening. He had sacrificed his life to kill the evil creature and… the man in front of him was begging for him to spare someone he… loved?

It was time for the last test. “…You are really serious? ... All right. You have made your decision. You must die.” Sajore looked relieved.

Elga followed his eyes as he turned to look at Xir’ag. The drow looked like he was going into a panic, his eyes filling with tears. The assassin finally put the knife down and stepped closer to Sajore.

Xir’ag stared at all this, his panic just rising. His fingers twitched as he tried to move and finally he made the only thing he thought would bring his strength back to him; he bit his tongue. Pain surged though his body as blood filled his mouth. He yelled and lurched out of the chair as soon as he felt his legs were obeying him.

Elga was surprised by the drow who rushed past him frantically, swaying, and threw himself on top of Sajore, clinging onto him with his life.

“If you want to kill him, you have to kill me first. You are not going to touch him,” the drow yelled with a drug-muffled voice, blood surging out of his mouth. He was still disoriented from the poison and couldn’t control his body well, so he simply lay there, trying to think how he could defend them when the man attacked.

Elga stared at the drow who was still suppose to be so drugged that he wouldn’t be able to move, but there he was, closing the vampire gently into his arms and saw how Sajore folded his shaking hands around Xir’ag protectively. Elga froze.

“Don’t go close to him! The demon is loose; can’t you see his yellow eyes?” The assassin yelled out to alarm Xir’ag, but only made him cling to the vampire tighter.

“Shut up! I am not afraid of him!” He growled, blood spilling out of his mouth and dripping down his chin.

“But you are bleeding, he is going to hurt you!”

Xir’ag couldn’t speak, but held tighter and grunted, glaring at the man until turning his eyes to look at Sajore.

Elga shook. His mind shaking even more. His world was shattering into pieces, all his beliefs and his past rushing painfully into his mind. “But… he’s a beast… he’s evil… he can’t love, he can’t even feel…” he mumbled.

The gentle, protective touch. His hands dropped to his sides. The look the men shared, how their eyes met, the anger melting away and being replaced with care and fear for the others life. He watched how the two before him stared into one another's eyes and seemed to forget about everything else.

The metal spike in his hand dropped to the floor. The way their fingers twined with each other and the look of worry on Sajore’s face when he saw the blood dribble down Xir’ag’s chin. Worry, not bloodlust… Elga stepped back.

He couldn’t believe his eyes. The vampire really had changed. He had chased him for nothing. He had wasted years of his life for nothing. He could have buried his loved ones and respected their lives by living himself, by continuing their heritage. But he had followed the beast… to defend love and all that was pure. And now… to keep that oath, he couldn’t kill Sajore. Not after seeing this.

Sajore heard the suffocated whimper from where Elga stood and turned his eyes at him slowly. The assassin stared at them for a short moment longer and then simply turned away and walked out of the room. Sajore shook Xir’ag and finally he turned his blurry eyes to look into his. “He left.”

“But… what? He left... thank the gods!” The drow said, tucking his head against Sajore’s chest. He was exhausted.

They had to lay on the ground for a long while before Xir’ag got enough strength to move again. He easily found the key to the chains that bound Sajore's wrists on a small table in the corner of the room. Xir’ag kneeled beside of Sajore and opened the chains from his shaky, bloody wrists, pulling him into his arms. “Thank goodness you are ok. I was so scared,” the drow whispered against his neck.

Sajore was still dazed, his head spinning and his limbs feeling even heavier than before. He felt really awful and really weak. All the strength in his body was gone. He was too tired to even raise his arms to hug Xir’ag and his shoulder was really starting to ache.

Xir’ag stared down at him worriedly when Sajore just laid there without moving or even replying. The drow stroked Sajore’s hair with care, examining his body carefully. “I think there’s something wrong… I think the spell the wizard used on you did something more than just made you faint, this is not normal, you should be getting your strength back, not getting weaker.”

Sajore only nodded, too tired to do anything else.

“We have to get to the laboratory quickly. What ever magic he used, I have the cure there. I am sure of it.” The drow stood up.

Sajore could only look.

Xir’ag turned to look at Sajore lying on the floor. “I may not have the strength to save you with my muscles, but I do have power.” He stepped further away, lifted his hands up, shaking his sleeves out of the way and started chanting.

Sajore was barely conscious, but felt how the floor suddenly disappeared under him. He felt so light, his hair flowed down to the floor but the rest of him was floating in the air and felt as though he were on a feather bed, it was so soft.

The portal Xir’ag had opened shone white light behind him. Sajore couldn’t help but to stare, hypnotised how his frail lover turned into a powerful wizard in front of him.

Xir’ags eyes turned completely white and started to glow, his hair flowed all around him and his voice rose into a powerful yell as Sajore’s body rose from the floor and started slowly moving towards the glowing portal.

"I promised I will save you," Xir’ag whispered into Sajore’s ear as he lowered him to the bed in his bedroom and gently touched his feverish face. Then he had to hurry to the laboratory with a worried frown on his face.
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Part 11B

Sajore was sinking deeper into a sleepless sleep. He lay on the bed without moving, like a corpse, as Xir’ag worked on potions and spells in the laboratory. Xir’ag had cleared his mind from the poison the moment they had gotten back; it was an easy task here, amongst all his potions. Soon the wizard returned to Sajore with a worried and serious look on his face.

He held Sajore in his arms and poured a small bottle of clear fluid into his mouth, then started a complicated spell, whispering it into Sajore’s ear without moving from his spot next to the vampire.
Slowly Sajore started to regain his strength, his broken mind starting to reform. His fingers were twitching and his legs started to move, his facial expressions starting to show that he was waking up and not having pleasant things in his mind.

Finally his eyes snapped open. He lay there without moving; only squeezing Xir’ag’s hand in his to show that he was aware of his presence. Once the spell was disbanded from his mind, his body started to recover swiftly, his wounds closing and his bruises fading. Soon he looked like nothing had happened. He was still tired, so tired that he didn’t want to move. So, he pulled Xir’ag closer and nuzzled his neck, soon falling back to sleep, murmuring something against the drow's skin.

Xir’ag stroked the vampire's hair calmingly and let him sleep. He felt a sting of jealousy towards the vampire’s healing powers, if he would be able to do that too, he would be so much more powerful. On the other hand, he didn’t give a damn about power as long as they were safe.

Sajore woke up hours later, finding Xir’ag sleeping next to him. The vampire started to slowly move his muscles, testing that everything was in order and worked normally again. His stomach, where Elga had stabbed him, was still aching a bit and he had to stretch his shoulder for longer to get it all the stiffness out of it, but the pain was gone.

Xir’ag moved his head and started to wake up as Sajore kept moving on the bed, bending and twisting his muscles. The vampire kissed his cheek softly and then hopped off the bed to stand on the floor, to bend and stretch. Xir’ag observed him for a while before frowning.

The vampire stopped. He bent an arm over his shoulder to touch his back. “What’s wrong?”

Xir’ag stared at him and sat up. “Where’s Sajore?”

“He’s resting.”

Xir’ag looked into the yellow eyes for a long time and then nodded. The demon smiled softly and sat on the bed. “He’s not far. He wouldn’t leave me alone with you, especially after all this. Don’t worry.”

Xir’ag smiled back and cupped the demons cheeks in his palms. “It’s ok. I’m not worried anymore.”

The demon looked relieved and fell onto his back, staring to the ceiling. “I want things to get back to what they were… do you think it will be possible? … I–I miss touching you.”

Xir’ag fell next to him, hugging him lightly. “I’ve thought about it. I think I have a solution…”

“What’s that?” The demon lifted his head.

“I’ll tell you when you’re both healed.”

“I’m healed, and all Sajore needs is a few more hours of rest.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, stop worrying… and tell me about it.” The demon smirked and turned to face the drow.

“Aren’t there a bit more serious things to talk about? Like what happened.”

“No. We got out. He’s not after us anymore. And you saved us, you were so cool. We’ll talk about it when the time feels… better.” The demon snapped, clearly enthusiastic to change the subject from the previous day’s happenings.

Xir’ag nodded his acceptance and remained silent.

“The other issue…?” The demon urged him, poking his ribs gently and waggling his eyebrows.

“This waiting is starting to get rather painful. Don’t you miss my cock?”

Xir’ag couldn’t help but to burst out laughing. “Well, I can definitely tell that I’m talking with you and not Sajore now.” He chuckled and poked the demon back.

The bad tension between them had clearly faded, considerably. Xir’ag slowly rose to his elbows and turned to look into the demons yellow eyes. The eyes were usually cold and distant. Now they were warm, like little burning flames. He could feel Sajore’s stare behind that yellow glow and he smiled, tracing the vampire’s eyebrows with his fingers.

“I want us to make love again… I want it to happen slowly and without scaring any of us. I want all of us to be here and all of us to enjoy it together.” He stopped and looked into the vampire’s eyes, letting him digest what he had heard.

“I want that too… I mean, we want it too, both of us, of course.” The demons ragged breath ghosted across Xir’ag’s cheek and the drow felt how his strong hands braced his hips closer.

“I don’t know if you got the whole meaning of what I said… together: all of us, being here.”

“Well… um… we can’t be sure that we are all going to be there the whole time…” The demon was a bit confused. Where was the drow going with this?

“Yes, we can.” Now Xir’ag flashed such a drowish grin at the demon that his yellow eyes widened and then he answered with a wide grin of his own.

“What has your little perverted mind made up for us?” He laughed a low laughter and pulled Xir’ag even closer.

“There is a way… a spell, which some skilled fighters use in wars against bigger houses. When they are outnumbered and need more fighters, the best of their fighters are selected to drink a potion and… clone themselves.” Xir’ag’s grin was now spreading so wide it threatened to reach his ears. He giggled to himself as he saw the weirded out look on the vampire's face.

“You want to clone me?”

“Something like that. You and Sajore will still both be in this body, but the other body will let you control it. You are in control of the borrowed body. There are only a few rules in this.”

“And what would those be?” The demons grin was competing with Xir’ag’s.

“One: You cannot harm your original body, using the new one. Two: when you either ‘die’ or pass out, you will return to your original body. Three: your original body is in control of yours, so basically even when you, demon, will be in charge of the new body, if Sajore wants, he can control you, but you can’t control him.”
“… So, you are giving this body completely to Sajore and let me have a borrowed body that I still can’t completely control?”

“Yes.” There was no point in lying, the demon was not stupid and understood everything clearly.

This would be a perfect way to be completely sure the demon would not come out and push Sajore aside when they most wanted to be together.

“And you’ll get fucked your brains out.” The demon pointed out, like it was a completely normal thing to say in an everyday situation like this.

Xir’ag blushed lightly. “Well… that might happen too,” he mumbled and tried to stand up. He yelled in surprise as he landed to the soft sheets, the demon pressing onto his body over him. His eyes had turned somewhere between yellow and orange. “So you both agree,” he giggled.

Sajore nodded. What else could he say? He had observed the dialogue, ready to step in if something disturbing happened, but things had gotten so interesting that now he just wanted to see what would follow. “And hi… I’m fine too,” He winked and Xir’ag hugged him. Sajore hugged him back, tightly. Soon he started to kiss the drow's neck softly, sliding his tongue on the silky black skin.

Xir’ag felt he should stop him, but it had been so long, such a long time. He felt his groin aching and his heart starting to race in his chest. He sighed as Sajore started to strip him slowly. “Shouldn’t you still re..mmmm” Xir’ag tried to say, but was interrupted with Sajore’s tongue that pierced into his mouth and sucked the words out from his tongue. He moaned into the vampire’s mouth as he fought out of his remaining clothes.

“No, no need to rest anymore… Sorry, but I am not going to wait any longer. Every time we decide to wait, someone or something comes between us. Not anymore. I am not letting you go.” the vampire breathed into his ear and nibbled the earlobe carefully.

“Well... ok,” Xir’ag giggled, not being able to resist him any longer, not wanting to.

“Besides, you seem to taste absolutely delicious tonight.” Sajore licked his lips, then frowned

“Is your mouth okay? You bit your tongue earlier.”

Xir’ag nodded and stuck out his tongue. “I healed it as soon as we got here.”

Sajore sucked the tongue into his mouth and hummed. “Mmmm, you’re right… but you still taste amazing.

The drow smiled against his lips

They finally had to break the deep kiss for Xir’ag to breath. The drow was soon tracing the lines of Sajore's face with his fingers and whispered, “So, we are going to do this right away? No more interruptions?”

He got a low groan as an answer. It sounded positive.

“Can you wait while I get the potion and make the preparations?”

“Is it going to take long?”

“No, everything has been ready for some time now. I just have to get the things here.”

Sajore sighed as he lifted his head from the nape of Xir’ag’s neck and flopped onto his back. “Get what we’ll need.” He let go of Xir’ag and pressed his palms on his eyes. Damn... he was so aroused that he wanted to scream.

Soon Xir’ag got back, carrying a little flask and a small doll made of white candle wax.

“That’s the body?” Sajore chuckled.

Xir’ag put the doll next to him on the bed and offered the flask. “Yeah. That’s all we need. It’s enchanted, so it will recognise the spell and the demons soul can take it over.”

“And all I need to do is to drink this?”

“Yes. You will feel disorientated for a while and then it will start working.” The wizard smiled. “Don’t worry, I’ve tested this myself, it works fine.”

“And what did you do while cloned?”

Xir’ag laughed “…Pervert.”

Sajore grinned and lifted the potion to his lips. “Here we go.” He drank it all in a few gulps. His mind started to spin and he felt like he was falling. He fell onto his back on the sheets. His head was spinning. His skin seemed to turn into mist, into liquid; he felt how he slipped out of himself, still staying there. He closed his eyes and felt a cold wave go trough him, leaving his head strangely empty. It was quiet... until he heard a low laugh and forced his eyes open, staring straight at… himself? He had to blink. It was him, but still not. The wide grin, fangs and the yellow eyes told him that he was staring at the demon.

Xir’ag looked at Sajore, then to the demon and then back to Sajore. “It seems to be working perfectly.”

For a moment all the men just exchanged looks, without knowing what to do next. Sajore sat back up. The demons crooked grin widened as he finally parted his lips. “Hello, my dear… brother?”

Without a warning Sajore moved so fast that the demon and Xir’ag could do nothing. He lifted his hand and threw his fist into the demons face as fast and hard as he could.

“Owwwww!” The demon yelled out and braced his nose with his fingers. It hurt. A lot! “Ok… not calling you a brother again!”

He huffed and glared but said nothing else. He knew what that was for and also knew that he had deserved it, so he just stared into Sajore’s eyes until the man in front of him seemed to calm down and finally nodded to him.

Xir’ag looked at all this and didn’t know what to say. ‘I guess they finally made up’. He sighed inwardly.

“I thought we would look different.” The demon said, remembering his own body that he had lost millenniums ago. He had been handsome, in a very different way than Sajore, but still handsome. It would have been nice to show Xir’ag his true form, and also to Sajore.

Sajore just shrugged and stared at his replica.

Suddenly the demons eyes moved to Xir’ag and he raised his hand, getting up to his knees and touched Xir’ag’s cheek softly.

Sajore growled.

“Hey, hey, don’t get jealous to yourself. I want to fuck you too,” the demon said, removing his hand from Xir’ag cheek and got closer to the vampire instead.

Sajore moved back. This was so absurd that he didn’t know what to do. He saw Xir’ag grinning at his horrified look.

“You really are not as innocent as you look.” Sajore glared at Xir’ag as the demon sat in front of him, touching his chest and licking his lips with a hungry look on his face.

“Who ever told you I was innocent?” Xir’ag giggled and made his way to the two identical men, lowering himself onto the bed and wiggling his naked body.

He was met by two pairs of heated eyes that stared at his beautiful form. Without hesitation he slowly touched the demons face, looking into his yellow eyes, then he turned to Sajore and kissed him lovingly. “Are you ok with this?” He asked.

The demon took his hand into his behind Xir’ag’s back. “I am, if you are. This is for you.”

Xir’ag smiled impishly and touched Sajore’s growing erection through his pants. “Your body seems to be happy with this,” he whispered. He concentrated solely on Sajore, starting to remove the vampire's pants with experienced fingers, soon touching his organ with his fingers slightly. He felt the demons hot fingers tracing his skin behind him but tried not to let it distract him too much.

It didn’t get long to get Sajore incoherent. His erection was soon completely hard and he was thrusting up to meet Xir’ag’s hand, moaning under the drow’s touch. The demon came closer to them, leaning over Xir’ag’s body, pressing against his back and kissed Sajore passionately.

That felt so strange! For a moment Sajore couldn’t answer the kiss, only staring at the yellow eyes with a panicked look. Was he kissing himself? After a while he didn’t care. The hand on his cock felt so good and the soft lips on his needed to be kissed back. He closed his eyes and kissed back with no restrictions.

Xir’ag smiled and traced little kisses along Sajore’s body, lowering himself slowly closer to Sajore’s cock. He slid his hand faster along the shaft and sucked the head into his mouth, tasting the droplet of precum. He swirled his tongue along the edge of the swollen head until a touch upon his buttocks made him flinch.

He glanced up, seeing Sajore’s neck bend upwards and the demon sucking a love-bite on his neck. The yellow eyes turned to look into his red ones questioning, asking for permission.

Xir’ag nodded. He felt strange. He could have never imagined of doing this... well, maybe imagined, but never thought it would really happen. The potion was not meant for this but his curiosity had gotten the best of him. And somehow this felt right, very right.

Sometimes his thoughts were so drowish that he scared himself. His mind was suddenly blurred as he felt moisturized fingers circling his entrance. When did the demon get the lube? He felt a finger push its way into him and slowly and gently starting to fuck him. He moaned, which made Sajore moan as the vibrations of his throat reached his cock in the drow's mouth.

Sajore opened his eyes and looked ahead hazily. The demon was kissing Xir’ag’s shoulder, his other hand braced on Sajore’s waist, other moving between Xir’ag’s legs. Xir’ag let out another moan and rocked back against the two fingers inserted into him.

He felt a hint of jealousy rise in his throat. Sure Xir’ag tongue felt good on him, but why would it be the demon entering the drow after such a long time?

Soon his thoughts were muffled again, by the deliciously warm and slick tongue on his cock, and he instantly rocked forward. Slowly he placed a hand on Xir’ag’s shoulder and squeezed softly. The drow lifted his head.

His eyes were hazy, full of pleasure as he took in a third finger, stretching him more. He looked into Sajore’s eyes and quickly lifted himself up and grabbed the vampire, pulling him into a passionate kiss. He leaned forward until he was pushing Sajore down onto his back, starting to slide his hand along his shaft. Sajore obeyed, falling onto his back, shivering slightly as Xir’ag moaned into his mouth.

He was soon laying on his back, with the drow on top of him, opening his legs apart to let Xir’ag between his thighs and closer. The drow continued kissing him as he rocked against his stomach, his erection rubbing against his, making them both groan.

“I want… inside,” Xir’ag gasped out, rocking back and forth, against the fingers, against Sajore, back, forth. Wherever he went, there was something waiting, his mind was starting to go blank from the pleasure. “Aaah, Please!” He begged, but didn’t know exactly what he was asking for.

Sajore lifted his knees up and gave him access to his entrance.

Xir’ag had to touch the demons hand to stop him for a little while to position them again. He rose a bit and nudged Sajore’s side. “On your stomach,” he whispered, kissing his swollen lips quickly before Sajore moved around, rolling to his stomach and opening his legs apart again. For a small moment Xir’ag admired the view and then crawled behind him, glancing back as the demon leaned forward to follow him.

Then he was there, leaning against Sajore’s tight entrance, his stomach pressing against Sajore’s back. His hand was slick from lube that the demon had rubbed onto his fingers. He lowered his hand between them and pushed two fingers in, making Sajore gasp.

The same time the demon knelt down behind him and kissed and licked his way down his spine. He licked at the cleft of his ass and parted the ass cheeks. Xir’ag arched his back and lifted his ass up to give better access for the demon and for his own fingers that were now fucking Sajore furiously.

Sajore pushed back, against the fingers, muffled cries escaping his lips into the sheets. He rocked back and felt Xir’ag’s cock twitch against his thighs. “Unh-ahh... Xir’ag… now,” he gasped out and then whimpered at the loss of contact as Xir’ag pulled his fingers out.

The demon thrust his tongue into Xir’ag’s entrance, making him moan, then licking his way lower to his balls and suckled them carefully before returning to fucking Xir’ag with his tongue.

Xir’ag breathed faster, moving against the demon and slowly fought to get his mind out of the haze enough to be able to penetrate Sajore.

The vampire helped. He lifted his waist off the sheets, leaning onto his knees and pushed his ass up, then he reached for Xir’ag’s cock between his thighs, under his stomach and guided it to his entrance.

Xir’ag didn’t waste any time, but thrust all the way in, gasping for breath and sheathing himself fully within the pulsing, tight heat of the vampire.

Sajore gasped and froze.

The demon was so ready that he ached. He lifted himself up, licking his lips and thrust his hips forward, rubbing his cock into the cleft of Xir’ag’s ass, desperate for some friction. He was breathing hard, just waiting for some sign so he could thrust in, looking at the two joined forms in front of him. “Xir’ag, please, I can’t wait,” He pleaded with a desperate tone in his voice.

It was Sajore who answered first, with a deep groan. “Ahhh, yes!”

The demon thrust in, slowly, making little thrusts, pushing in, inch by inch, setting up a slow pace for them to follow. As he pulled out, Xir’ag pushed deeper into Sajore and as he pushed in, Xir’ag met his thrust and pulled out of the vampire.

The three rocked in unison, gasping, stroking and holding each other, all so deep in their pleasure that they could not think any longer. The sound of body slapping against body, the moans, pleads and groans and the slight squelching of their cocks entering the hot caverns of their bodies filled the room. Their arousals spread the scent of sex all around until they were all bathing in it.

It felt so fucking good! Xir’ag was incoherent, his thoughts a big buddle somewhere deep inside of his mind. He gasped as the demon thrust into him with force, hastening his speed, he moaned as he filled Sajore, his cock sinking into the tight, slippery sheath. His pace quickened as he followed the demon's speed and soon they were all gasping, Xir’ag clenching his fingers into Sajore’s back, the demon sinking his nails into Xir’ag waist and Sajore suffocating his moans that almost turned into screams with the sheets beneath him.

Xir’ag was the first one to close on his release; it was too much to take this pleasure flowing from all sides. He whimpered, burying his face into Sajore’s neck as the puddle of pleasure between his legs spread all over his body and made his body shake from concentration and finally from a final release, as he spilled his seed deep inside Sajore, screaming the vampire's name into his neck.

It didn’t take a long time for the demon to follow, Xir’ag clenching all around him, making his already tight entrance practically suck him in. He exploded into the drow, clenching his jaw and pressing his fingernails so deep into his waist that it left bloody marks. He kept thrusting and thrusting, milking himself until he stopped shuddering, huffing for breath.

He breathed heavily and gathered himself until he had enough energy to move away from Xir’ag so he wouldn’t suffocate the delicate drow by landing on him. Xir’ag shivered, his arms and legs shaking as he pulled out of Sajore, the vampire under him groaning.

Xir’ag had no time to move further as the demon had circled to the other side of him, coming closer to the vampire and lifting his head for a lazy kiss.

“Ready for more?” The demon whispered and laughed at the expression on Sajore’s face. Of course he was aware the vampire had not cum yet. He was achingly hard, grinding his organ softly to the fabric of the sheets. Sajore only nodded and rose up. As he stood on his knees, Xir’ag’s cum started to drip down his thighs, but he really didn’t care. He was past all the embarrassment and just wanted to cum.

He turned around, facing the very sated looking drow who was lying on his side. He kneeled down to kiss Xir’ag and offered himself to the demon at the same time. He should have seen the grin that spread across the demon's face. He was hard again in an instant. This borrowed body was one fucking great idea! It would get tired when his mind was tired, and until he had had all he could from this, there was no way he was going to get tired. Without another second, he thrust into the slick cavern.

Xir’ag kissed him back as the demon started to fuck him. He gasped and grabbed Xir’ag’s hand, guiding it to his aching erection. Together they started to pump him with long, fast strokes, just like the demons inside him. His yellow eyes turned into slits as he let go of the last restrictions he had. He had been careful until now, not to hurt Xir’ag, but now, he couldn’t hurt Sajore, if the vampire wanted, he could stop him. But he wasn’t going to, until he got properly fucked. The demon chuckled as he slammed into the wet entrance with force, raising a scream from Sajore. It seemed it was not only Xir’ag who got it properly up the ass tonight.

He was so close, finally. He felt like crying out the heat pressed inside of him, begging to erupt. He tightened Xir’ag’s grip on his cock and thrusted into his hand, then meeting the demon's equally hard thrusts. Then everything went white. He cried out, his lips curling up, his free hand gripping the sheets and he came, his cum spilling onto his and Xir’ag's joined hands. The spasms of his inner muscles did not drive the demon over the edge, but his voice; the desperate cry that erupted from his lips was too much. He had never let out that voice when he was in that body, it was probably the most erotic thing he had ever heard… if he didn’t count all the gasps, moans, voices, speech and yelling that Xir’ag made, that was.

He groaned deep as he sheathed himself as deep as he could, pushing and thrusting small, small thrusts deep, deep inside. And he came. His head flung back, his arms releasing their hold on Sajore’s waist and flying up, his whole body shaking, his muscles spasming. And then everything went black.

Xir’ag watched as the demons borrowed body arched up, began to fall down and dispersed to thin air, leaving little sparkles in the air.

When he came to, he was laying on his stomach, his head cradled into Xir’ag’s gentle hands.

He wanted to say something, but couldn’t find the words, his mouth opening and closing. He laughed softly and reached for Xir’ag, pulling him closer for a tight embrace.

Xir’ag gave him a tired kiss, nuzzling his nose against his and they fell into a contented sleep.

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Sajore opened his eyes. It seemed to be the middle of the night. He felt dizzy as he got up and moved the sleeping drow away from his belly. He walked to the bathroom and took a piss.

Somehow his legs felt unsteady and were slightly shaking under his weight. Slowly his memory cleared and he started to remember the night. He felt a flush of embarrassment going through him. He could recall memories only the demon should possess... like entering himself.

He chuckled ironically at the thought. What had they just done!