The True Mate

A/N: Eeep! Sorry guys I haven't forgotten you I've just been working a lot of overtime at work. My co-author and I have been working on this when we can catch each other. Sorry for the delay and thanks so very much for the encouraging reviews!


Chapter 12

Walking in the throes of blood lust, he found himself a fair distance from the small Inn, almost near the docks. Trying very hard to conceal his obvious foreign appearance by keeping mainly to the shadows, he lurked unseen and observed the various fishermen lowering their lines into the placid waters.

'One of them? Should I take a man?' He wondered to himself. In the past he had chosen men, though always with Victoria's approval. For the longest time he thought he chose male victims because he would be able to separate the erotic nature of feedings from the necessity of survival. And yet, now that he found himself erotically involved with a male, he felt that to feast on masculine flesh might be... somewhat unfaithful.
Just then, he noticed a woman walking toward the men, carrying a woven basket, filled with small food boxes. Tristan's eyes, a feverous crimson, followed her every movement as she dealt out meals to the various fishermen, all the while pocketing coins in a small satchel at her hip. She was very attractive, probably in her late thirties, but she might have been much older, for Tristan noticed that many people of this culture seemed to retain their youthful appearances and luster even into later ages. Her voice was soothing as she spoke meekly to the men both young and old, changing her stance and demeanor, even the depths of her bows, as she moved between the different status's.

'That's who I will take.' He decided. Waiting for her to finish the rounds he calmed himself. 'How should I approach her? Should I just use thrall and get this over with?' Though he absolutely refused to use thrall unless it was necessary, he wanted this to take as little time as possible. 'I'll have to use thrall... I don't want to, but... '

With a slight gasp he recalled that he'd used thrall on Minori when he first saw him. Something inside him made him crazy to draw that Japanese Flower to him and so he used thrall even against his better judgment. Flushing in the shame of that realization he almost didn't notice when the woman walked by the shadowy patch that created his hiding place. 'I'm so sorry, Minori, I will beg your forgiveness later this night, once you've fed.'

Stepping out of the shadows he raised a hand and called out to the woman. "Excuse me, miss!" He said in his most appealing voice. He knew that she didn't understand him and he was thankful for this fact. Turning, she gazed at him with confusion and alarm. The poor thing didn't know whether to bow in reverence or to run in terror. "It's alright. I would like to purchase one of your meals."

Again, he knew that she wasn't understanding and again he was pleased. "I very much enjoy your eyes. There's so much life in them. Please... do not be afraid." Moving swiftly he pulled her to his chest. Her small moans of surprise only served to incite his need. He shushed her and ran his fingers softly down her face. 'No thrall.' He reminded himself, then, before she could pull away he pressed his lips to her neck. 'Don't cry... please... don't cry.'

Inserting his teeth quickly he drew her deeply within the shadows and began to drink his fill, while smothering her cries of horror and pleasure with his palm. 'I'm so sorry dear creature, but I must drink for my love.' Her body resisted less and less, as he drew out her life source, and at last she resisted not at all, for her heart lacked any fuel to promote its continuation.

'I could never have killed her... not when I was with Victoria, because I would have seen her sweetness, her innocence, her virtues, and ultimately decided that she deserved to live.'

With a slight pang of grief for the woman, he let her drained body fall to the ground while he internally adjusted to the newly arrived blood coursing through, and completely overwhelming him. Not wasting a single drop, he felt every vein in his body expanding to receive the woman's blood, and, as was the case in most deep feedings, he found himself in the state of arousal.

The first time he'd ever completely drained a human, he had become so disoriented from the sudden need to release that he ran from the room, fumbling with his pants, letting his hands slip into some sort of instinct. Feeling disgusting for touching himself, he found it difficult to actually get off, but when he finally released he received his first taste of physical and nearly fainted at the beauty and shame of it. After a while he stopped feeling guilty, since he realized that his body was only so big and the blood needed someplace to go. It started to make sense that every bit of him would be engorged in such a way, and he even started to look forward to such deep feedings. However his excitement was always dimmed by the fact that Victoria babied and harassed him by catching his prey for him, then sitting back to watch him take his meal, her eyes lowered to his crotch, engaged in watching his discomfort.

'I would like very much, my sweet Tristan, to help you exorcise your arousal... with my hands or perhaps my mouth.' She would tell him as he licked his lips clean of the last droplets of blood.

Not daring to raise his eyes to refuse her, afraid of her using thrall on him, he would ignore her and slink away into an abandoned alley, or room, or water closet, and work himself free of desire, never allowing his Mistress to touch that part of his body. Even though he regarded this act of masturbation as sinful and self gratifying, it was also something special that he could do... alone.

There wasn't much he could do alone after becoming a Vampire, and so even though he shouldn't have, he took great pride in stroking himself and reaching climax without his Mistress's attention. Many times he wondered, however, if she was going to insist that she be allowed to help him, and so use her Siren Song, but, as far as he was consciously aware, she never did and he was glad... more so now that he had Minori to share his body with.

Thinking of Minori as he gently tucked the woman into an old cargo crate, he wondered if he would be able to make it back to the Inn before exploding behind his Kimono. Clutching his full stomach, letting his head loll in the delight of being so completely satisfied in blood, he could sense his lover, far away, anxious for his return.

'Yes, Minori... I'm coming to you. I need you so badly right now, my love.' Quickly he retraced his steps, somewhat blinded by the coursing blood that soothed him, made him drowsy and at the same time drove him insane with want of sex. Not all feedings resulted in such intense need, but he had dealt with this condition enough times to be able to function moderately. It was a good thing that not 'all' feedings had this result, only the ones that served as full body blood transfusions, and Tristan was a bit ashamed that he had put himself in such a state but he knew he needed to take in as much blood as possible for he was feeding for two.

'Minori... I want you...please... forgive me....' Finally he reached the Inn and, brushing past the grouchy woman yet again, he felt almost delirious. In a few moments he stood before the door to their room. Placing his hand on the wooden surface he sensed Minori's heart beat.

'I love you. Let me feed you... let me... fuck you...' He pushed inside and closed the door behind him. Turning to face his sweet lover, he pulled his Kimono open, revealing his throbbing and erect nipple aching for Minori's teeth to penetrate it and feed from it, as well as his engorged cock, almost purple in its extreme provocation. "Drain me, my love... it's almost unbearable."

Smiling as his lover left to obtain their breakfast; Minori waited until Tristan shut the door then looked around the room. As far as possessions went they only had what he’d taken of his own from The Dancing Fountain. With a light-hearted sigh, he pulled on his discarded kimono, leaving it open, and began to pick up the small room. He gathered their things and made a bundle of them again, placing it upon the table, then waited for his lover to return.

After sometime, he rose; wondering what was taking his love and went to the window to look out. It was a full moon tonight, its light basking the island town in soft, pale white light. The stars glittered in the sky brining a smile and fond memories of his mother and their small hut like house on the shore. He used to sit in his mother’s lap every night raining or not, just inside the door way looking up at the sky and she’d sing the loveliest lullabies to him, ever rocking him gently to sleep.

Minori wondered if he and Tristan would sit and watch the night’s sky idly in each other’s arms in Brittan. He wondered if the sky in Brittan was different, if the stars were in a slightly or more pronounced locations.

Smiling once more as he felt and heard his lover through their link, Minori turned from the window to watch him enter. Tristan’s hunger was sated but his desire was not but Minori didn’t mind, he’d do his best to sate and fulfill every single desire his lover had.

The door opened and closed and Tristan stood there the epitome of lust and even with his desire so bluntly stated, he was gorgeously regal in his stance.

Minori rushed to him, his fangs dropping and peppered his lover’s chest with sweet kisses, slipping his arms about his waist. He caught the scent of a woman and her desire upon him and for a moment wondered privately if Tristan had done something with her other than feed. No, he told himself as he bit into his lover, Tristan only loved him, would only claim him.

Drinking slowly, savoring the seductive taste of blood, Minori felt his body warm where he’d not felt it grow cold from before. He felt the blood awakening him in ways he didn’t understand. His own desire sparked and flared into being and when he’d had his fill, he licked wound he’d made, shook his Kimono from his body, turned, and fell to his hands and knees.

‘Take me my love, hard and fast.’ He sent, his body desperate to be filled once again, desperate to feel his lover’s hands and lips upon its flesh.

The feeling of blood leaving his body, to nourish another, so maternal and so amazing; that's all he could sense while his lover's fangs deeply immersed themselves within him. Sweet little Minori sucked and lapped at the fresh and womanly blood, while Tristan ran his hands all over the beautiful Vampire, caressing his chest, then sliding his fingers to his lover's back to feel the silken fabric of the Kimono and also the loose and wavy strands of black hair.

'My lover, my only, you have no idea how stimulating your teeth are inside my body, how wonderful you are to me. I love you so much, Minori.' Tristan was drowned in thoughts of his lover’s mouth, hands, his whole body, and especially his soul. 'I'm sorry to be selfish, Minori, you give me such pleasure it spoils me, but I will return everything. I will heal you. Even if I must give you my life I will heal you. I know it.'

When the feeding ceased, his lover dropped to the floor, wholly disrobed and his inner voice, as well as his ass, blushed and round, begged for satisfaction. Breathing with difficulty, Tristan moved toward his lover. "Yes, Minori... I will take you... hard and fast... I will do everything you wish... but I do not want you to think of me as an animal. Before I lose control and enter you roughly and wildly, I will give you softness."

Still draped in his Kimono, he knelt closely to the soft and exposed flesh of Minori's ass and thighs. It was taking such control for him not to just plunge deep within his lover and find a quick sweet orgasm waiting for him after only a few sharp thrusts. "Oh God, Minori, I'm so... hard for you right now." He breathed softly and pressed a soft kiss to Minori's lower back, gently sucking at the skin. His hands, which had been squeezing and teasing his own erection, tempting it and taming it at the same time, moved to the pale flesh and began massaging the taut buttocks.

"Minori... my Minori... I took a life this night, an innocent life... she was a sacrifice so that I could keep you. And I will sacrifice many more, hundreds more, thousands more, as the years roll on, so that I can keep you forever. So precious... I love you so much... I'll make you feel good, Minori... because pleasing you will always take precedent over relieving myself." Having said this he spread his lover's cheeks gently and lowered his mouth to that puckered anus craving immediate attention.

He didn't know how he had expected it to taste, but he hadn't expected it to be intoxicating. Softly at first, he ground his tongue around the wrinkled edges, contracting in eagerness. Then, with explorative force, he pressed fully inside, letting his red tongue taste his lover in a way he never thought he would taste anyone. As he curled the tip of his tongue upwards, he felt great pressure all around his slender muscle; his lover was having spasms, hundreds of fast and precise spasms through his ass, so Tristan pressed his tongue further and let his lips lock around the straining skin and sucked, making tiny wet sounds as he did so.

Minori still didn’t truly know what it mean to be a vampire, didn’t know what it all entailed, was in some ways afraid of the word since he’d never heard it before meeting his lover, but he wanted to learn, wanted to feel and see what this new thing he’d been turned into was. Somehow it seemed wrong to take life from another person so that he and Tristan might survive and love and be together, but wasn’t that the way of everything? To eat humans, animal, insects, fish, and the like had to consume other sources of life to continue on. So Vampires taking the blood of humans was just a means to survive and yet what ate Vampires? Was there anything that ate them?

His ponderings were lost in a small fit of shudders as his love; his beautiful Tristan smoothed his hands over his ass and kissed his back. His eyes fell half mast almost in congruence with the loving words Tristan breathed over him. Kami, he’d never heard a voice so soothing, erotic, and beautiful. It was like the finest soft silk trailing over his skin to be wrapped and hug his body tightly.

Gasping, Minori’s fingers curled against the wooden floor upon the feeling of his lover’s mouth caressing his entrance. He moaned, leaning back a tiny fraction and when Tristan’s strong tongue slipped inside of him he cried out in pleasure with his toes curling and the hair upon the back of his neck rising. He’d done this act for his lover and only for him. He’d never allowed anyone to do it to him and he was glad for it, it meant more to him for Tristan to do it, touched him deeper and he wanted more, promising himself he’d not cum until he was filled with his lover’s penis. He promised himself he’d hold out so they could cum together. Everything from now on was together.

Lathering Minori's asshole generously with saliva, his eyes fluttered in time with Minori's moans and twitches. It brought to mind, the moments that he had been in the same position not that long ago, it seemed suddenly that it had only been seconds ago.

"Mmmm.." he hummed and withdrew his mouth from Minori's intimate place. Gripping himself, his cock still engorged beyond its usual size from the recent feeding, he thrust easily, though eagerly, into his lover.

"Ahhh! Mi... Minori!" He cried out, his back arching and his thighs feeling positively enflamed. "You are so beautiful..." His mouth quivered as he began to pout and grunt and thrust. Shifting his hips back and forth, he drove himself into his lover with intense need.

"Minori... you are... the only one... I ever want to feel... like this... the only one... I want to be inside.... the only one I want... inside of me." His mouth rambled in ecstasy. 'Forgive me, Minori... I talk too much.' But he couldn't silence his pleasure, not when Minori's tight rectum drew him in so lovingly, like a kiss and it was meant only for him.

His passion was driving his speed and he felt that at any moment he would shudder into ultimate delight. Though he knew they needed to be on their way, he knew they had outweighed their welcome at the inn, he didn't want to this to be a quick romp on the floor. He didn't ever want love making with Minori to be less meaningful just because his own libido was going out of control.

Slowing his thrusts he reached his arms around his Japanese Flower and kissed his shoulder blade. "Relax onto me, Minori, I want... you to take control from me.... take control and take us where you wish." He whispered then lifted Minori so that his hands were no longer on the ground.

Tristan's hands ran wild, feeling and touching and caressing Minori's chest and nipples, while he held his lover to him. Still connected through sweet penetration, they held their position, kneeling together, Minori's back snuggly pressed to Tristan's chest.

'I could get used to this, love... I can nibble and touch you, and still be in you... and you, Minori, seem to enjoy this as well, your body is so relaxed on mine... please, tell me if this truly pleases you... I do not want to ever misread you.' While he sent these thoughts to his lover, he sucked and licked at Minori's lobe, moaning and breathing into his ear.

Moved and held close in one of his favorite positions, Minori whimpered in pleasure, taking control and beginning a slow rise and fall. There was nothing more wonderful than the feel of a person pressed against his back, holding him, caressing him and it was beyond any sort of description when said person was his Tristan.

Lifting his hands, one reached back to tangle its fingers into his mate’s hair, the other rested upon one of Tristan’s hands, following it, stroking his skin. “Haaaa… hold me…uhhhh… so close…” His words were lost after those, lost as his voice left him and his eyes closed, his pace quickening a little. Minori clenched his anal muscles tight, as tight as he could, hugging Tristan from the inside as if he’d never let him go let alone allow him to leave his body.

It began so subtle at first and built up like entrapped steam trying to escape and expand through its caged walls. Minori felt tight, felt as if he was about to shatter and finally he couldn’t take it anymore and came viciously, body shaking, lungs scrambling for air, and exploded almost painfully hard. He rode his orgasm out until he couldn’t move anymore, falling limply against his lover, whimpering, since his voice decided to return, softly in the blissful afterglow.

"I adore you." He growled and clasped his lover tightly. His cock was so overwhelmed by the feel of Minori's tightly clenched muscles lifting and settling up and down and the shaft, he thought he might pass out before cumming. "God... Minori... your body... enslaves me..." his voice was tight again, and lightly treading the line of ecstasy full of moans and pouts. Pinching those sweet and darkly pigmented nipples, feeling the silk hair cascading about them, and flexing his body to accommodate his lover's motions, Tristan reeled in pure pleasure.

Finally, his lover's body trembled, shuddering under the pressure of an ensuing orgasm. "Yes, please... I want to know you feel good..." he whispered and bucked just a bit, trying to enhance Minori's pleasure. 'I love you, come pretty for me, and I'll come pretty on you.'

The pungent smell of sex filled the air, as his lover shot a steady stream of love into the room. 'I love it when you feel good... when I can help you feel good.' The tensing of Minori's anus and body nearly sent Tristan into climax, but, despite his crazy arousal, his body held off just a bit longer.

With tender fingers caressed his absolutely drained and precious lover, feeling his softening nipples, then traveling to his alabaster thighs covered in sweat and cum. Minori's full weight fell on him and he delighted in supporting that slender body, holding it, petting it. A soft purr rose in his chest as he wiggled gently, letting his cock absorb the aftershocks of Minori's sweet ejaculation.

"Is it possible that I can truly make you feel so precious, that you relax entirely, trusting your young body to my whims... my desires... allowing me to explore every inch of you... I am so grateful, Minori, that I found you." He spoke into his lover's ear, pressing his warm breath against the sensitive organ. "You're pleasure always comes before mine, Minori, I will never take without giving ten fold. And now..." He kissed that slender neck which throbbed with breath and pulse and exhaustion and was so much more beautiful because of it.

Easing his erection out of his lover, he laid Minori down on the floor, on his back. Removing his kimono at last, Tristan tossed it away, letting his purr roar in delight and sprawling over Minori like a jungle cat, his eyes taking in every motion, every slight tremor that ran over his lover's body. Rubbing his face and tongue along the sweaty thighs and abdomen, dipping into the tiny pools of moisture that collected at his hips and navel, he completely relinquished his dapper British ways and became primal, subtle, and predatory.

"You are so young Minori. I suppose I should feel horrible that I've taken such a young man as my lover... I should feel bad, I suppose, that I've taken a 'man' at all... my hands should fall off, my hair should fall out, and, were my father alive, he would be right to beat me. Yet, this feels so right, Minori. Everything about you... about us." He spoke in a gravelly voice, to match his purring, and nipped and kissed as me moved, his shoulder blades like daggers behind him, up Minori's body.

"I don't think father would beat me. I don't think this is wrong at all. You are so young... and yet your body is so much more experienced than mine... it ages you, so that I feel like a child in your presence. I only pray that you will continue to be patient with me, for I am but a baby in your arms." Gaining more and more distance, pausing his rambling mouth to pay very good attention to both of Minori's slick nipples, sucking them into intense erectness, Tristan could feel his cock throb in pleasure. Simply tasting, simply being near him, made his body quiver.

"I think, my young and adorable lover, that my family... they would have loved you. I think my sister would have teased me sweetly, told me how happy she was that I finally found someone with long hair that I could play with to my hearts content... she would make you strawberry sauce... and I would be a 'naughty' boy with it, and drizzle it upon your tummy... and..." he spoke softly as he kissed along that swan neck again, thankful again that Minori's holes had healed, for he would have hated to mar such utter perfection, "...and... your beautiful and erect manhood... I would drizzle it all over you, with every intention of cleaning up my mess."

Leaning down just a bit, he ground his cock against Minor's chest. "Ngh... Minori..." He said, then reached down so that he could manually rub the tip of his engorged organ between his lover's nipples. "My lovely, lovely Minori... I need to cum... oh God I'm burning... will it disgust you if I cum on your chest?" He rubbed harder and harder, "Will it disgust you if I cum on your neck?" Pumping his cock rather steadily, he pushed himself further up Minori's body so that he was aiming for the collar bone and the delicate muscle of his neck.

"Will it please you, my precious little angel, if I cum... on your face?" He was purring furiously now, and grinning sweetly, anxious to release, and sensing his lover's immense excitement. The lithe body beneath him wiggled and seemed to cry out for Tristan to do such a dirty thing, and still, because it was for Minori, it didn't seem dirty at all; it felt right.

And so, rubbing the cherry head of cock all over Minori's soft and languid face, pumping it as he did so, letting it press into his cheeks, his breath caught in his throat and he prepared for release. "I love you... Minori... I would never... betray you... I would never... do something to displease you.... please... I can't stand it anymore... being away from you is torture... please accept me for all I am, incomplete and flawed as I may be, for I know I would die... my love... I would die for you." As he spoke he traced Minori's mouth with the tip, coating the slender lips in a glistening gloss of pre-cum.

"Gahhh!" He cried out as his cock spasmed at last, unloading itself all over the sweet young face; a face that would never change, that would never cease to entrance him, that would never belong to any other man.

Words spoken with a voice of soft, warm silk placed upon a cold body, that’s how Tristan’s voice felt and sounded to him. It didn’t really matter what it was his lover said, Minori listened and cherished it all, from lustful to sweet and soft to upset, he’d never tire of hearing his lover speak. Tristan’s voice intoxicated him beyond measure, especially when he spoke thusly, of passion and cum, and of happy things. Anything Tristan said he’d believe and follow trustingly if he merely spoke to him.

Minori’s body had become languid, it let Tristan place him upon the floor, let his lover mount him and his mind began to come back to reality from its blissful wanderings in the lost slow lands of satisfied orgasms. And he smiled up at his lover, watching his every move, admiring him. But the sight of his lover and mostly his voice and purring stirred and reawakened his loins and Tristan was too far north upon his body to do much about it and Minori could wait. He wished to see his lover’s face contorted in beautiful ecstasy.

He didn’t think his love heard his whispered plea for him to cum upon his face when asked. But Tristan did so all the same and Minori had never seen such raw beauty in his life. He was forced to close his eyes as he was painted with hot, sticky liquid passion.

He nearly laughed, but it came out a moan. Tristan thought his sexual talent was far less than what his was, but Minori felt Tristan did quite well all on his own. What ever had been unlocked within his lover upon their first night together was rather creative and seductive and had they stayed at The Dancing Fountain, he thought Tristan would bring in a nice bit of clientele all on his own, make enough to survive quite well. But that was neither here nor there for Tristan was his as much as he was Tristan’s and no one could tear them apart.

With renewed energy flowing through his body, Minori lifted his arms to caress his Tristan’s skin as he bent down to lap his cum from his face. It was almost too much for the vampire geisha to bear and his lover’s loud purrs nearly did him in.

Seeking Tristan’s lips so he could taste his lover’s love seed, he lifted his hips, seeking friction for his erect penis. “Mmm,” he hummed against his soft, slick lips. Then he pushed his lover from his body and pounced upon him, pinning him to the floor with a wicked grin, pressing his groin into Tristan’s.

“I trust you,” He breathed and bent his head down to nuzzle his lover’s neck, beginning his grinding thrust against Tristan’s spent cock. “Uhhh… Uhhh…” He nipped at his flesh. “I trust you… Nggg… hold me… please… come find… uhhh…” he bucked and bucked again. “The… haaaa… part you can’t… see… Please!” He sobbed begging, pleading with his lover.

Minori’s thrusts suddenly halted and he collapsed, clinging to the blonde vampire, his sire, his one and only love. Burying his face into Tristan’s neck he realized that there was some part of him that cried out to be touched and held, healed and loved and soothed by his lover that Tristan hadn’t quite found within him. It was the part of him he had buried so deep within him and it frightened him terribly that he didn’t even know where to look.

“Please Tristan please! I want it to be you, only you. Please find my soul please. I beg of you. I can’t find it on my own, it has to be you. You’re the only one I trust with it, you’re the only one I love and I love you so much I feel as if I might break into tiny pieces. Please, please, please say you will.” He tears felt like tiny hot fires tricking down his face and he was scared they might burn and mar his love but he couldn’t pull away.

All of the renewed passion and hardness Tristan gained while being manhandled sweetly by his lover, feeling the lithe Japanese body grind into him, diminished the instant he felt hot tears peppering his face.

"My sweet Minori..." he whimpered, at the same time, his purring ceased and the only sound in the room were Minori's soft sobs and their combined and heated breathing.

'Find your soul? I'm the only one?' Tristan mulled these words in his mind while his hands clung desperately to his lover, smoothing his hair and caressing his back, pressing his lips all over the top of Minori's head as he lay there, aroused, confused, needful. He didn't know exactly how to find his lover's soul, which apparently was so locked away not even Minori himself could access it, and he wasn't sure how long it would take, but it was with pure resolution that he whispered, "I will. I will find it."

Reaching his hands down lower he massaged those sweet supple cheeks again. "And when I do find your soul, I will lay millions of sweet kisses all over it, and welcome it back from its hiding place. I will dress it in our bodies... and I will urge it to entwine with my soul, so that they may make love together freely and forever, even when our bodies are apart." As he spoke this, he willed himself into an erection, wanting nothing more in the world than to return to that adorable first night they spent together.

Gently he pushed Minori's hips backwards, then spread his ass to allow Tristan's eager tip to find the sweet hole once more. "I will find your soul, my love, but you have to let me back inside of you... to look for it..." He spoke with strain, as he tensed his body and bucked his hips upward, pressing himself deeply inside of his lover. His breath becoming ragged with lust and concern for his lover, he slid his arms up Minori's back, then down his slender arms to his delicate wrists and hands. Interlacing their fingers, he arched his back and shifted his torso to help Minori better settle onto his cock.

"This is where you belong my love; this is where it all began. When you taught me how to make love to you in this gentle way, letting your body ride me in pleasure, while mine nearly shattered in ecstasy." His fingers clasped tightly and he let out a long groan, focusing on the sweet warmth all around his penis, which sucked him deeper and deeper.

Gentle comfort washed over Minori as his lover spoke words so sweet and the promises to find him. Tristan would probably never realize exactly how much it all meant to him, how deeply it ran through him, already beginning to sooth and heal old scars and wound, touching deeper than the blonde had before.

Slowly, he sat up letting out a soft sob, his fingers clasping tighter as he began to rise and fall. The tears didn’t cease but they were less painful and heading toward a peaceful, happier nature. This had to be his reward for all the years of suffering he’d endured, his prize for not giving up and holding on, to have someone who mattered more than the air he breathed and loved him so dearly, who would promise such a seemingly impossible thing.

Letting out a moan, Minori rode a little faster, silently thanking the Kami for his lover.

Minori's movements brought with them not only immense pleasure, but also the feeling of excitement and newness. Suddenly Tristan's head buzzed with the anticipation of a virgin, and it was as if he were penetrating his lover for the first time all over again.

"Ah, Minori... ahhh! Slowly... let me savor you." He pleaded, recalling how amazing it had felt the first moments of their penetration back in the fountain room. Just like that time before, he could feel both the intense beauty of being within someone, as well as the rough erotic feeling of being penetrated.

"My love... ngh... this is how... I will try... ahhh!" He found that he was very sensitive now, since he had already felt the precise and tantalizing pleasure of ejaculation. Every sweet tremor and contraction within Minori's rectum sent shivers of immediate bliss all through him so rapidly and intensely that it was almost painful. "I promise I'll find... your soul... no matter how long it takes... I'll reach deep inside you... so deep..." his eyes rolled back in his head and his chest heaved. Their hands, their sweet fingers still interlaced and romantic were slick with sweat and gripped each other so tightly.

Presently an image raced through his mind, and he shared it with Minori through their connection. He saw that small child hiding behind the cart at the market again. The child like Tristan cried because he couldn't find his mother and father, but also he cried because he wanted to be hidden from all the rest of the world. 'Please... please... Mummy! Find me!' He had whispered anxiously, hoping that only his dear mother could hear and no one else. Finally a sweet woman appeared to him, with amber eyes and wavy golden locks. She knelt down in front of him and presented her hand.

'Tristan? Were you scared? Were you hiding?' As she asked this she let her concern and love flow from her face, while her voice remained strong and confident. He had no choice but to go to her, she was so beautiful and brave. 'I'm sorry I got lost, Mummy. Please hold me.'

The image went on to show an endearing embrace between mother and son as she led him away from the darkness and back into the bustling market. 'Do you see it, Minori? That is how gentle I will be with your soul. I won't force it... I'll hold out my hand and wait for it to trust me, and then I'll hold it so sweetly. I can sense your doubts; I can sense your worry.'

He bucked his hips a bit, and pulled Minori's hands toward his chest, forcing his lover to slump forward enough for him to lap at those delicate lips. 'Let it go, my love. Let your worry all go. I'm here now. I'll heal you, I'll love you, and I'll hold your soul within me.'

Releasing one hand from the sweet lacing, he reached up and caressed Minori's face which was still coated with moist cum. "If I could, I would stay inside you forever." Slipping his thumb into Minori's mouth he felt the insanity of lust take over. "Minori... I... I want to fuck you... hard... if you'll let me."

The image of Minori's red cheeks and breathless body being slammed repeatedly against the wall, while Tristan's cock searched for his soul was just too much for him to ignore. Was it a premonition? Did that matter... all he knew was that he saw something delicious in his fantasy, and as he rolled over on top of Minori, his body felt very ready to make it a reality.

Minori felt fear, felt comfort, felt love as he watched the vision Tristan showed him and he felt a piece of something dark crack and something slip away inside of him. He didn’t know what it meant but he was lighter for it.

Groaning, he took Tristan’s cum slicked finger into his mouth and suck upon it, licked it teasingly, sensing the erotic fantasy from his lover. He let Tristan roll him upon his back upon the cold floor, gasping as their bodies changed angles and positions. “Nggg!”

For a moment Minori caught a slight, highly erotic impression and grinned, allowing Tristan to pump into him a wonderful moment more. It was just enough for him to understand and he too wanted it, wanted it so badly he could almost taste it, almost feel it. “Mmm, Tristan…” He pushed him away and scrambled to his feet, turning to face him while moving backward. “I’ll let you if you can catch me.”

Tristan sat befuddled on the floor. It had been torturous to feel Minori push him away, even with a playful spirit. Cocking his head, he observed the animalistic movements of his precious Flower. His fangs descended and a strange and overwhelming desire to hunt entered him. Never before had he felt a stronger need to capture and dominate, not even when he was faced with desperate hunger, and taunted onward by Victoria. But the feeling he experienced simply gazing at the lithe and pale body, slowly backing away from him was completely euphoric. There was something standing in front of him that he wanted, that he needed for his survival, and he had every confidence that he could not only catch it, but bite it into submissiveness.

“Minori... it isn’t wise to flaunt such alluring flesh before a vicious beast. If I catch you... I won’t just fuck you... I’ll devour you.” His voice was playful but magnificently dark and graveled. With a malevolent grin he darted from his seated position on the floor and gave a heated chase to the young Vampire.

Suddenly Minori felt very much like seductive prey and slipped from his lover’s grabbing reach filled with erotic excitement. The predatory gleam shinning in his lovers now cherry eyes and the promise of raw, mind blowing sex once caught made him yearn to be caught and made his heart race inside his chest.

Minori ran to their bed and upon it and darted toward the table laughing and twisting away as his lover’s hand barely brushed his flesh. Leaping upon the table, an act he knew was very improper but didn’t much care at the moment, he grinned with glee then flitted away and off toward the door before twisting once more in an almost dance like step toward the wall. “I would have thought if you wanted me so terribly you’d have caught me by now my Kawaii.” He teased. “Do you not wish to feel me tighten around you?”

But Tristan knew how to end this. Though it had been enjoyable playing with his lover, letting him lightly get the lead, letting him think he was winning in this fight for domination, it was time to remind his little Japanese Flower that he was not a pathetic human bound by rules of space and time; he was a Vampire and he wanted to be inside Minori... now.

Slipping into Vampiric speed, the world slowed down. He walked almost casually over to the door; though in actuality this was occurring faster than the speed at which human’s could even register movement, it appeared to both him and Minori as a calm and sweet motion. In this same speed, he turned Minori to face him and pressed him against the door, then wrapped his legs up and around him.

Slowing suddenly, and letting the real time of the world descend upon them, he gripped his lover’s thighs, pulling them, positioning them, and eventually relaxing them just a bit so that Minori ass lowered onto his eager and hard cock. This wasn’t a gentle motion, and since he wasn’t guiding this action carefully with his fingers, it was difficult at first to enter his lover, and so he thrust upward to break through any resistance.

“Ngh... Minori...” he growled, and other such sounds rose from his throat as he slid one hand upward and gripped his lover’s neck and jaw, jerking the face to the side and exposing his perfect neck. “You brought this on yourself, my lovely.” He panted and bit deeply into the soft skin, while he widened his stance and rocked his body violently into his lover. With one hand wrapped under Minori’s thigh and the other tracing downward to torment one nipple, he tightened his bite, like a wolf subduing its kin... like a jungle cat preparing its mate for wild sex.

Eyes wide in amazement, Minori stilled to watch his lover’s lithe body, the sway of his hips, the slight bounce in his penis as he seemed to walk. He felt time and everything around them slow and shift strangely and goose flesh rose upon his skin. He could do naught but watch and wait to be captured and taken, his pulse throbbing in his ass wildly with great expectation.

His body became Tristan’s to command and his lover lifted and positioned him as he saw fit. Minori shivered in anticipation as his back softly thudded against the door, as his legs were wound about his lover’s waist. He licked his lips hungrily as his vampire teeth descended from his gums.

“Uhhhhh!” He cried out not caring who might hear or be disturbed by his loud outburst, they’d cry in pleasure too if they had Tristan’s beautiful, hot, hard member impaling their body so exquisitely. It was so exciting, so good, he wanted, no must have more!

Tristan turned his face speaking tantalizing words of warning as Minori’s ear caught the faint yet growing louder hurried footsteps coming up the stairs. He shouldn’t be able to hear such a noise, no human could have possibly, but then he was reminded of what he was, what they were as his wonderful lover sank his fangs into his neck.

Minori gasped and moaned, wiggling his hips, trying to pull his lover into him deeper, trying to get any form of movement, grinding, thrusting or otherwise. “Ooohhh more, please!” He whimpered as he hung on, his fingernails digging into Tristan’s shoulders.

There was a pounding behind him, the vibrations reaching his back but he ignored it in favor of begging his lover, pleading with him to grace him with more sucking, more biting, to fuck him hard and long.

‘Don’t let go of me... cling tighter... don’t be afraid to hurt me, for I am not taking lengths not to hurt you.’ He sent to his lover, then lifted his mouth only to return his fangs into the pale flesh on the other side of Minori’s neck. Grinding his teeth into the muscle itself was the only way he could find stability and calm his body from truly and utterly ripping his lover apart. His hips behaved almost of their own accord, pounding fiercely into Minori’s ass, embedding himself to the hilt before each withdrawal, severely stretching and tormenting his lover’s cavity.

The knocking the door, though angry sounding and loud, was no match for the eager and rapid thumps of Minori’s soft body slamming against the wood with each thrust. “Hnnnn ... Ngh!” Tristan moaned, his mouth full of flesh and a small amount of blood that seeped up and around his penetrating fangs. He felt the heartbeat, the life signature, of the crotchety inn keeper on the other side of the door and partly wished she could see the amazing brutality of their love making. It would cause her to faint, he was sure, and that thought drove him even harder, his body grinding and pumping and desperately trying to become one with Minori.

Twisting the sweet nipple as hard as he could he released his teeth from his Flower’s neck and pressed their lips together in a bloody kiss. The door knob turned and for a brief second they felt a sudden gust of pressure, as the woman tried to push through their forceful fucks to enter the room. Thrusting particularly hard, to close the door and impale his lover even further, Tristan moaned in triumph, never leaving their kiss.

‘You’re mine, Minori! Mine! I’ll claim every piece of you with my mouth! I love you so much... precious one... what would you have me do? I’ll do anything for you? I’ll fuck you through the night if you desire. I’ll bathe you... I’ll brush your hair... I’ll tear the skin from my body if you required it. Oh GOD! I am your slave!’ His animalistic domination faltered as his mind became completely seduced by the sweet feelings of Minori’s body, his fingernails, his hot breath mixed with spit in their kiss, his tight anus twitching under Tristan’s roughness. Everything... so perfect.

The door opened again, this time a bit wider and Tristan gripped his lover tightly, keeping him aloft on his cock, while they moved from the door. Breaking from the kiss, he gazed at the unpleasant woman barging into their room. Squinting his eyes, he unleashed a blast of thrall with such accuracy that it surprised even him. Immediately the woman stopped and stared at them as if she wasn’t sure what she was looking at. Raising his left hand, Tristan showed his palm to the woman, then pointed his finger away from them, then slashed his hand downward as if to emphasize the urgency of the situation. In a sort of trance, the woman nodded and turned abruptly, slamming the door behind her as she went.

The second they were alone again, Tristan roughly gripped Minori’s hips tugged them into a swift thrust. “Nnnnn... I love you Minori...” He breathed huskily before walking awkwardly, still fucking his clinging lover, toward the table.

Slamming Minori down onto the cool surface, Tristan continued to ram into him. His teeth found a new place to molest and so dug into his little lover’s nipple, tasting slivers of escaping blood along with pheromones and lust, and his hands moved lower, one stabilizing Minori at his hip, while the other set to pumping the Japanese Flower’s erection.

Minori didn’t want her to come in, didn’t want her to see but he was so helpless, so captivated and held a willing prisoner to Tristan. His body fought his mind and won with each ramming thrust, each bite, each fiery spark that shot through his nerves, sending signals of electric pleasure through out. He supposed he sounded shameful, moaning and crying out like some shameless wanton whore from the streets and back alleys but he didn’t care, he wanted more.

He barely had a chance to cling and dig his nails into Tristan’s back as the nuisance of an old woman entered. But then he saw something amazing, saw his lover move his hand and she did what Tristan wanted without a word from either of them at first seemingly confused for a moment. He didn’t know what it was but he’d felt a power welling from within his lover and was left in awe.

But his world changed suddenly and he gasped as he was slammed upon the table, gasped as his lover’s body impaled his with an inhuman force he was sure he should have been ripped apart. It should have frightened him, should have left him in tears and begging to be left alone, but it didn’t. Tristan’s thrusts were amazing, brutal and savage, painful even but Minori needed more, needed it harder, faster and he begged and pleaded with his lover to do just that.

Wrapping his legs tighter about Tristan’s waist, and scrambling with his hands to grasp his lover’s back as far dawn as he could go Minori bucked to meet his lover’s thrusts. His finger nails dug into Tristan’s flesh, tearing it up his back and Minori caught not only the scent of his own blood but his lover’s. Then Tristan began to stroke him.

His body quaked like the earth, his mind went blank, and his sight exploded with flashes of light as he screamed out his orgasm. It was so fast, so hard and powerfully, it took him literally by surprise and left him sobbing and gasping. But it wasn’t enough, it wouldn’t be enough, not until he felt Tristan’s hot seed filling him from the inside and trickling from his entrance.

“More!... Do not stop!... Harder… please, please please… I beg of you… Harder!” He sobbed.

Sweet hot seed covered both of their chests and he wanted to pause and clean his lover, groom him like a kitty, groom him and leave him feeling clean and precious but that would have to wait. “You want more?” He asked softly in a drawn out growl. “Harder?” He suddenly bit down on Minori’s neck once again and used both hands to grip and tug at those slender hips, now completely widened for him.

‘Be careful what you wish for my sweet, sweet Minori. I’m not myself right now. And if you weren’t a Vampire, I fear this love making would kill you.’ Pumping with all his might into the juicy cavern, made that way by sweat and a bit of blood that Tristan could sense, he felt his essence almost leave him. He was no longer the sweet British boy from the Strawberry patches, who delighted in his sister’s smile above all else; he was a rugged, regal, Vampire satisfying his ultimate and grotesque lust. And as such, millions of corrupt images filled his head, millions of things he could imagine himself doing to Minori, or even having Minori do to him; things that would make both of them bleed, things that would bring them pleasure beyond the realms of human sensation.

Perhaps it was the ancient spirit lending him such thoughts, or perhaps Minori’s experiences were seeping through, but either way, Tristan was incited and thrusting brutally, instinctively, with aims toward even more penetration and perversity.

“Do you trust me, Minori?” He asked through a throaty growl that masked his crazed lusty intentions with seductive calm. "Do you trust me with all your heart? With all your life?" Minori's answer would determine whether or not the Vampire's last bit of self control would snap and crumble away completely bringing them to an uncertain realm of fetish, or if he would just grind away until he gained satisfaction, pinning his lover to the table and behaving himself as best he could.

Opening his eyes, Minori gave a hard gasp and groaned, insanely enchanted by what he saw. His beloved Tristan was beyond beautiful, beyond sexually appealing, beyond even the Kami which was a terribly blasphemous thing to think but he couldn’t help it and he wanted everything his lover wanted. Although he was certain some of Tristan’s heady and heavy excitement, need, and desire was filtering into to him and helping to fuel his own, Minori had his own and for once he reached inside and let a little of his darker lustful wishes to swim to the surface.

Smiling with his fangs extended and a wicked gleam in his eyes, Minori nodded, feeling himself slip into something primal and animalistic. His body burned with a greedy lustful fire that demanded punishment and satisfaction unlike any he’d tasted. “Yes,” He arched his back and laughed. “Do what ever you wish to me, as long as it’s you, I do not care and will not suffer.”

With those words, so beautifully and honestly uttered, his ears filled with the throbbing of his own heart and his mind clouded with raw passion. "You will not suffer, my lovely... you will only feel pleasure... more than mortals can know." His voice was soft, unrushed and gentle, in great contrast to the intense and wild trembling within him.

Quickly pulling out of his lover, he grabbed Minori roughly yet erotically and careened him toward the wall with the window. The sashes were still opened and the window was still ajar, letting in the sweet moist air of the night, as well as the distant chatter of night life. Pressing the glass all the way open again, and positioning Minori's hands on the sill, Tristan kissed and bit all over Minori's back.

"I've claimed you. I'm not ashamed to let the world hear you cry out... I want them to hear you... scream as much as you like my adorable one. Don't hold back. No one will disturb us or they will die!" He huffed and growled sexily, while running his hand up and down the inside of Minori's thighs, gently, forcefully spreading them further and further.

Resting one hand next to his Flower's hand, he steadied himself and gripped his own cock. Guiding the tip to Minori's anus, he rubbed it slightly against the raw and tender skin, then rammed quickly inside his lover, entering him so hard that his body lifted from the force, and even the petite and precious Japanese feet left the ground for several seconds.

Fully inserted, he ground his hips forward and upward, driving himself deeply into his lover. Slipping one hand onto Minori's hip and keeping the other at the sill, he made love to his eternal mate... no... it wasn't love making... it was primal and violent and would have disgusted Tristan if he weren't in the throes of lust.

"Ngh! Minori! Squeeze me. Devour me!" He cried. Suddenly he became aware of the feeling of his own back beginning to heal and he grinned drunkenly at the thought that his lover had been so violent with him while he fucked him on the table. 'You're wonderful my love... absolutely breathtaking.' And this was true, for Tristan could barely breathe for all of his energy went into increasing the speed and intensity of his thrusts.

"Ahhh!" His teeth ached to taste his lover yet again and so he cocked his head and attacked the back of Minori's neck in the same primal way he had claimed him before. 'Mine! Tell the world that! Tell everyone! I want them to know that you are mine!'

Intoxicated to the core, Minori could only go where Tristan took him and a moment too late he realized where they were and what was happened as his eyes met the street a whole level below and the eyes of passerby. But Tristan was rubbing him and he couldn’t hold back the cry he was sure all of Japan and perhaps even China and Korea could hear that came from his lips. He never ever wanted spectators to witness things like this, the things he let people do to him… However… this was… he couldn’t stop, didn’t want to stop, it felt indescribable.

So Minori held on, bracing himself as best he could to keep from falling out the window. He closed his eyes, letting a fanged feline, pleasured smile cross his features. “Haaaa!... NGGGG! AAAAHHHHHH!” he moaned shamelessly, lost in the purely raw rapture of this furious fucking, lost in his Kami lover and his amazingly tortuous cock.

Tristan bit him and he screamed Tristan’s name, his fingernails scraping the wooden sill and he obeyed, clenching his ass as hard and as tightly as he could possibly muster. Forget Japan, forget morals and decency, all that mattered was right behind him impaling him viciously and he was desperate for more. The pain he felt as his body was torn mixed and swirled with the pleasure intensifying it to heights he’d never before felt.

“HAAAA! HARDER! FASTER KIMOCHI, KIMOCHI!” he screamed in between the sobs that were beginning to choke him. He felt hot tears trickling down his cheeks, felt hot blood trickling down his thighs, blood that made him hungry, drove him into something deeper, something he didn’t recognize as himself.

Grabbing hold of the sill, Minori let what ever that darker thing inside of him take hold and waited for Tristan’s next thrust and as it came, he shoved himself backward to meet him. “NGGGGGAAAAAH!” the rest was lost and garbled, inane Japanese breathlessly uttered.

Everything Minori did was so enthralling, so absolutely and utterly amazing and served only to heighten every sensation, every scent, every gasp from the people on the street that Tristan was completely helpless to his own desires. It was as if there was something hidden inside him, something very evil or perhaps just horribly perverted, clawing its way to the surface and also clawing apart his adorable Minori in the process.

So much blood... he could sense so much blood, not just the hot trickles leaving his mouth, blood down their legs from where he was tearing into his lover. Guilt, shame, terror; all those feelings raced through him and subsided as his darkness assured him that his sweet one would heal and his sweet one was begging for it to come harder and faster and what kind of a lover would he be to ignore the cries of his sweet one.

And so he continued to pound into Minori, grunting and growling, his moans only surfacing in small choked sobs between his biting lips. He sensed Minori's tears and longed to cry with him, but time for crying and purring and gentle caresses would come after, as for now, he felt a sudden and insane jealousy spread through him. It seemed to be the result of someone tapping at the far recesses of his mind, wanting desperately to get in, wanting to talk with him. But he didn't have interest in talking to anyone besides Minori and he turned all his attention and channels and love toward that one soul, that one shattered and precious and incomplete soul.

'I'll find you... I will, Minori... you're soul... I'll protect it forever.'

His concentration was such, that the incessant invasion stood no chance against his mental obsession. Who the hell would even try to enter his mind he wondered briefly, then ignored it, returning to the task at hand with reawakened awareness. "Nnn.." Tristan pouted sweetly, again wishing to cry, as he felt Minori squeeze him so tightly he thought he would die. 'I love you!' His clouded and lust filled mind managed to produce in the moments of intense ecstasy.

Still, the feeling of jealously remained and he suddenly did not wish for anyone in the world to look upon his lover. They were not worthy to know such beauty; they were not worthy to hear his precious voice pleading for physical affection. Minori was his and his alone, and he'd shown his precious lover to the world long enough and it was time to draw him back into his arms and conceal him away from their eyes and thoughts and hearts. Tristan's eyes, his thoughts and his heart; that was all Minori should be shrouded in tonight.

Pulling out yet again, Tristan scooped his precious lover up into his arms and laid his writhing body down on the bed. Blood and semen already stained these sheets, and when he set Minori upon them, they seemed to lap up the liquids as if they knew it was their job.

'And now my love... something sweet... before I open you completely.' Still moving fast and eagerly, like an animal, Tristan hovered over his lover's body. Beginning by licking at the tears on Minori's face, he let his tongue work a fair trail of that soft pale flesh on his slow yet manic way down to that precious place he had only tasted once and was eager to taste again.

As he lowered his lips around the purple tip of Minori's cock, he tried something new. It felt so natural and yet it scared him because he felt as though he had really lost control and the ancient spirit was at it again, filling Tristan's mind with ideas and actions that he had never considered.

Teasing the tip for an extended period of time, Tristan reached out mentally and seized Minori's body as vividly as if he were touching it physically. He let waves of psychic energy wrap around his lover, caressing his nipples, cupping his sac, entering his empty and starving ass. It was a strange feeling and, though both his hands were squeezing and caressing Minori's inner thighs, he felt tingly and naughty and as if he were everywhere all at once. Taking his lover's shaft all the way into his mouth, he let his instincts run wild and increased the pressure of his invisible and omnipresent attack, slipping further inside and twisting the flesh sweetly and brutally.

He couldn’t think, just fall and be swept up in his cravings, in his dark lust, in the pain, and in the indescribable mounting feelings he received from his body and Tristan’s. He lost all control of his body and voice, spewing out such whorish things he’d never uttered in his life and was sure to turn every single one of his ancestors in their graves.

Minori cried in protest when Tristan left his body and carried him to the bed, pleading in his native tongue in such a wanton way to have him back inside and filling him, ripping, hammering him.

Suddenly there was a tempest whirlpool savagely attacking his body in such a sweet way. His lover was impossibly everywhere, all over him, taking him hostage and possessing him. He reached out no long able to cry, or moan, or voice his liking, unable to voice anything, not even a mental communication. He erupted and broke exquisitely with an orgasm ten hundred times more powerful than anything he’d ever experienced in his life. It was one that left him in such a state of euphoria he’d thought he’d been eternally blessed, turned into a Kami who floated through warm sparkling, misty clouds, where nothing dark or harmful or unpleasant could ever reach him much less think too and Tristan was there beside him.

All at once his world seemed turned upside down. Instantaneously his mouth was filled with hot semen, the force too much for him to drink, so he merely let it rinse about his cheeks and dribble down from his lips, and at the same time he felt a wave of pleasure directly pulsing out from Minori, and it was amazing and beyond imagination and threw him backwards, completely off the bed and onto the floor. His hard cock bobbed with the force and sent shivers of pain throughout him to soften and sober him from the flood of ecstasy that surrounded his lover like a renewed aura made purely of pleasure.

Tentatively, and shaking in exhaustion, he crawled back to the bed and peered at Minori's trembling form, simply drowned and delightful and gorgeous, practically glowing. "Mi... Minori..." Tristan called softly, his voice meek in shame. 'Oh my love, I'm so sorry... I'm so very sorry that I lost control. Thank you... for stopping me.'

He buried his face in the soft sheet for a moment as his teeth receded and tears began to flow. If he hadn't been stunned and forced back when he had been, he would have unleashed a variety of dark acts upon that frail and lovely body that so trusted him, and that terrified him to death, that he could lose himself in pleasure to the point of bringing pain and humiliation upon his most precious one.

Slowly drawing himself upon the bed and ashamedly laying beside his spent and glistening lover, he put a trembling hand upon Minori's chest to feel his heartbeat, to be closer to him without truly dirtying him with his presence.

"My love," he whispered and sobbed, "forgive me... I did such a horrible thing to you... I was brazen and made love to you in a way that forced you to be looked upon... I'm so sorry my darling. I did not mean to make a display of you, I hate myself for that. And... I hate myself for all the things I was going to do to you. I was going to dress your body with such darkness and pain and lust... please... please forgive my weakness.”

Daring to be so bold to the glowing angel before him, he gently nuzzled his face against the heaving side, placing soft kisses to the rib area. 'I did too much... my precious... I will never torment you like that again.'

Recalling the strange tendrils of energy that he somehow had projected upon and inside of his lover, he felt immense curiosity and embarrassment at his mental actions. Yet, he was pleased that he had managed to bring his lover such pleasure. At least that much he had done right.

Floating on something that couldn’t simply be defined with such a mundane word as euphoria, Minori felt and heard his lover beside him as he panted heavily for air. He couldn’t fathom why Tristan was so concerned, so ashamed, so upset and slightly timid. Why wasn’t his lover purring in sated satisfaction, holding him with his fingers tangled in his hair? Why wasn’t he happy?

“Tristan,” he breathed with a smile as he weakly rolled over, reaching for him and realized that he was shaking terribly. Strange, he’d not really felt shaky, just indescribably amazing. “Why? Why are you saying such confusing things?” He tried to open his eyes, fought until he could see his handsome Tristan.

Caressing his lover’s face with unsteady fingers, he let his eyes fall closed with a soft smile. “Can you not feel how wonderful you’ve made me feel, how much I love you? I can’t even describe this. I feel no pain at all and I hope you’ll do those things to me again. It was utterly amazing; teach me to do the same for you. I want you to feel this so much.”

Gathering enough energy to scoot closer and snuggle up to Tristan, Minori remembered what they were supposed to do, though he didn’t think he’d have the strength to leave this bed. Normally that would have shamed him but the though of his lover carrying him in his arms made him happy and safe. “I do not think I can walk to the docks for a boat to take us to Osaka.” He opened his eyes as tears wet his eyes. “Just hold me close, hold me tight and kiss me, tell me you love me.”

"Minori... I do love you. I love you so much. I'm... I'm...." He lost himself in confused tears. Pulling his lover tightly into his arms, he did as he was told, and kissed Minori sweetly on the lips, letting his tongue enter and caress him on the inside, in a way that would not bring him shame or his precious Flower pain. Kissing him deeply, but not forcefully or intrusively, he let his hands softly caress Minori all over his white and beaded skin.

'I was so afraid my sweet. Afraid of all that blood. I've never made someone bleed like that before... without intention of killing them... and I would never wish you to be parted from me in life or in death. But if you are satisfied then I am pleased as well. And I will try to teach you everything, my dear one. I will try to be your teacher. But for now... I will just be your... your Kawaii.'

His mouth massaged Minori's in their kiss, sending once again the sweet tendril of affection, swirling around his sweet face drawing him into a light embrace, and all with his mind. Victoria had never shown him this; she had never touched him like this... with her very soul as it were. And yet, because Tristan loved Minori so much, it seemed altogether too natural.

'I think our passion gives me strength.' Tristan lifted his mouth from his darling and delivered sweet feather kisses all over his face and neck, then his collar bone. Lightly nibbling, with his human teeth, he found soft skin and kneaded it in his mouth, lathering his tongue over it, enjoying the aftertaste of salty sweated pheromones.

"Nnnn... my sweet... Minori... " he whispered and smoothed his hand over the still erect nipples of his lover.

"Please... only let me bring you pleasure." And his kisses continued. 'You're glowing my love. And I shamelessly am so glad that I brought you to this beautiful state. You are divine. Absolutely divine.' Gently and, against his better judgment, he began a soft grind against his lover's side, pressing his painful erection along the pale flesh.

Was it wrong to think the love he felt coming from Tristan was greater than what he’d felt from his mother? Was it wrong to love Tristan just as passionately and deeply as Tristan loved him; placing Tristan beside his mother as the people he loved the most in the entire world? Minori didn’t really think so, not now.

He felt Tristan’s hard member against him and whimpered. His lover hadn’t had completion yet, he must be aching terribly. Forcing himself to move down in the bed, Minori mustered all the energy he could to grasp his lover’s nearly purple cock and guide it toward his face. “Make love to my mouth my Kawaii; let me drink all you have to give.”

Smiling, Minori opened his mouth he wet his fingers and then took his lover into his mouth, propping his head up so his lover might fuck it how ever he saw fit. And gently he slipped his fingers between Tristan’s cheeks and inside, looking for that sweet spot. It was no good if his lover didn’t feel sated and wonderful as he still did.

Breathing deeply, he closed his eyes in surprise and surrender. Wrapping one leg around Minori's back he drew his lover closer as he curled himself downward, almost to a fetal position so that he might gently stream his fingers into that dark and luxurious hair.

"Minori... It seems unfair... that so many people in the world live without pleasure... live without love... and I am so blessed... so utterly and amazingly blessed by you... and I've only known you for such a short time... and you're all I ever want to know... I love you! I love you, Minori... and I am thankful for every second I take in your sweet scent, and your gentle touch. Ngh... everything... ahhhh!"

Tears still cascaded down his eyes, and he moaned out loud as his speech was interrupted by the extreme sensation of slender fingers caressing his sensitive internal area. "Mmmmm... Minori... I... I love you." He spoke from a tightened throat. The overwhelming glow of his lover was permeating him and he began to feel the pleasure that lingered within Minori.

"Your mouth... oh God... " he muttered and thrust deeply into his lover, entering his throat even. "Drink me... oh my lover... I'm selfish I'm so selfish... I'm so sorry... you bless me, Minori." His tear choked voice half whispered, half groaned. "More... please... finger me more." He felt shameful for asking, but as he laid a dozen kisses on Minori's head, still on his side, still basking in his angel's glory, he could ask for nothing else.

Minori sucked harder, using his tongue as much as he could, fingered his lover harder, wiggling and rotating his fingers. He couldn’t deny Tristan anything, not like this, not when Tristan spoiled him and loved him so. And he desperately wanted him taste his warm seed, wanted to feel it’s texture in his mouth, wanted to hear his lover cry out in ecstasy, wanted him to squirm and writhe more than he already was. He wanted him to feel amazing!

Slipping a third finger inside of his lover’s tight ass, he took him as deeply as he could down his throat and hummed several notes to a song he’d once sung. It was enough, enough to make his lover cum and Minori pulled his head back just enough to catch all of his hot milky seed in his mouth, letting Tristan feel it fill his mouth and coat his lover’s cock. Then slowly with a moan he began to swallow it bit by bit until his lover’s cock gave no more and softened in his mouth.

Minori sucked him still, licking and lapping every last bit of him clean and withdrew his fingers, reaching up to hold him. Kissing Tristan’s spent cock sweetly; Minori smiled and nuzzled it before burying his face into his lover’s lower stomach. “You’re so beautiful, I love you.” He whispered, feeling utterly drained sleepy. “I feel real, like a person because of you.”

Closing his eyes, he let his high and exhaustion carry him into the land to sleep, happy, warm, and loved.

It was a soft orgasm, one that was drawn from him so adorably that he shivered all over his body, unable to control the sweet bursting love that he felt from Minori's tender actions. There were so many things he wanted to say both verbally and mentally, but he could only shiver and come until he was drained. Their hearts beat in time as the sweet, raven haired Vampire nuzzled him and eventually surrendered to sleep.

Tristan, still curled down and clinging to the soft body that had just shown him yet again, the beauty and ecstasy of love making, wondered if their passion was typical of the Vampire race. There was something, he decided, that had bonded them a long time before they ever even met. Perhaps it was because of their different pasts or maybe it was nothing but a chance meeting of two souls... souls now warped in sickness and Vampire fangs.

But Tristan did not believe that this was coincidence. He remembered several weeks ago, how he had felt with Victoria's connection running through his veins. Despite their lack of intimacy, they had kissed enough and fed from each other enough, to feel a constant and comforting connection. It bothered and saved him, for he felt bound by it, even though it afforded him protection.

'Protection from myself...' he thought. That's was Victoria had told him.

Looking down at the sleeping beautiful man before him, sensing his slight pulse and breath, and still trembling from the fresh memory of ramming into him like a merciless beast and then mentally ravaging him, Tristan prayed their connection would never break. He didn't think he could survive it, and in fact he knew, from stories that Victoria often gossiped to him, that in some situations, Vampires could be become so connected that if one died, the other would immediately follow in death. His connection with Minori was surely that strong.

'It would be better, my love, to die quickly and together, than to be left alone like I was when Victoria left me. That pain is almost unbearable... I sought my own death and almost starved... and then I found you.' It would be impossible to describe to Minori, the pain of losing a connection, but perhaps someday he would share that memory, or perhaps he would tuck it away and forget about it completely to allow for new memories and love to overwhelm it.

Unbidden, that day entered his mind. He had been reading. It was something he only did when Victoria was away, and thankfully, after the first few months, she was away quite a bit. She did not approve of him reading and continuing his studies, so he did such things in private.

His favorite place was a tree with a broad base. It was unlike anything he'd known in the Strawberry fields. Victoria would leave their humble mansion and go into town, often to see the Vampire Consulate, of which she was an upstanding member. Though it had always seemed odd to Tristan, she never brought him along with her. She told him once that he was a bastard Vampire, a half-formed afterthought of her venom, and therefore not allowed in the great hall. It had annoyed him at the time, but he rather preferred his time away from her Siren Song and Thrall, to just be himself and enjoy the writing's of Hawthorne and the Bronte' sisters.

On that particular night, Victoria had left in a huff and her nervousness was so pungent he could smell it on his lips long after their parting kiss. Fighting through the lingering feelings of her distress, he went to the tree; crawled to his favorite limb and opened up to page 245 in "Wuthering Heights" to read the text by moonlight with his sharpened Vampire eyes.

Then it happened. Like someone had stabbed a blazing rod through his heart, he felt the fierce and recoiling snap of a connection being severed. It was so painful it squeezed the breath from his body and he fell, as if already dead, down from the tree, his limp body landing in a way that snapped his neck.

While twitching and healing, his heart had been overcome with such great sadness the he couldn't bring himself to stand. For perhaps an hour, he lay still and internalized his sudden isolation. But there was no question in his mind what had happened. He knew she was dead, and that he was utterly alone.

Grief flowed through him and somehow in his delirium he regained his strength and fled. It was a mystery how he had ended up in Japan, but he knew that he was so very glad he did. Minori was the companion his Vampire body had always longed for... the companion that no matter how she tried or teased, Victoria never could be.

"I don't understand it, Minori. But the chances of us meeting in this wide world were so infinitesimally slim, that there must be a reason. If only for our own happiness... that's reason enough for me." Tristan spoke softly to his lover. During their earlier passion, he had lost track of time and he knew that if they were going to leave this island tonight they needed to hurry.

Pulling gently away from his lover, he clothed himself quickly and wrapped Minori's sweet Kimono around his body. Gathering all of Minori's things and wrapping them up in the traveling blanket he regarded the room. It was worse than the last room, which surprised him since no death had actually occurred here... just sex. Violent sex.

Aside from the awkward slick spots of semen that littered the room and their bodies, there was a tremendous amount of blood. There was blood on the table and a bit on the chair. Blood on the floor near the window, where Tristan had reamed his adorable young lover to the point of frenzy, and blood all over the sheets, from bites, nail wounds, and poor Minori's already healed rectum.

'I disgust myself. From now on... I'll control myself better. And I'll endeavor to please you only with my thoughts... for that is how a gentleman can slyly grant pleasure whenever and however he desires. And, my precious Minori, I desire to grant you pleasure for all eternity.'

Gently lifting his lover and the small bundle of Minori's precious items, Tristan exited their destroyed room, through the open window. He leaped down from the second story, and landed with unnatural grace on the street below, that only a short while ago, had witnessed Minori's tormented and gorgeous face, pinched in pleasure, while Tristan fucked him from behind.

'I really have no tact. Forgive me.' He spoke again to his sleepy little lover. 'I'll carry you to the docks my sweet, but then I'll need your help. I do not which boat will bear us hence, and we must hurry, for the simmering smell of dawn is already curling in my nostrils.' With that, he gripped Minori tightly in his arms, holding him as one would hold a baby to their breast, or hold an injured comrade, or a precious lover, and began a quick walk toward the sea that had delivered him to his mate.