Pain and Pleasure

Chapter 12

“Take this map and meet the Priestess of the Eighth house at the cross-point marked on the map. Go there together, as this is your joint assignment. Do as she says and come back as quickly as possible. The whole trip should take you about three days.”

The men nodded and stared silently at each other, shock clearly reflected in their faces.

Life seemed to never slow down. Both of them felt like they needed some rest and time off from work after all that had happened, but it simply was not possible. Sajore could have told about the attack against him, but as he seemed to be physically fine once more, and it would only raise questions and give them attention they did not need, so they had decided to play by the rules of the house and take the assignments they were offered… as long as they would not take them far from the other. So this assignment seemed perfect, almost too much so.

They had been invited to see the Matron and had hurried to the meeting hall. The matron had offered them the map and then briefly explained the mission, letting them know that from now on they would be considered a team. Then she had excused them. Currently, they were standing in the wizards rooms ready to move out.

Xir’ag had packed his small amount of belongings in a backpack. Some important potions, healing potions, energy potions and some other ones he rarely used, but that were for poisonings and such things that could happen in the Underdark. Spell books, spell items, lube, several sheets of paper. a change of clothes, a candle, and enough food and water for three days.

Sajore, of course, had nothing with him. All he needed was blood and that could be found anywhere with the senses he had.

With a last glance around the room, Xir’ag closed his door and they walked out. They moved out of the gates and slowly made their way towards the long tunnels of the Underdark. Both of them felt that there must be something wrong with all of this, it just felt too good to be true. They both remained silent as they sank into their own thoughts.

But the further they got from the house, the better they felt. They had handled the last attack well and there was really nothing to be afraid of as long as they were together and prepared for anything.

As soon as they were out of the crowded town, Sajore walked closed to Xir’ag and took his hand into his. Xir’ag didn’t look at him, but kept walking ahead, his mouth slowly turning into a happy smile. It felt good.

They walked fast until the nightfall came. Of course the scenery didn’t show it in any way, but both of them were so used to the dark, that they could sense it; that and Xir’ag was getting tired. They slowed down and searched for a place to rest. They found a small cave that was a bit further away from all the larger tunnels. It felt safe, so they stopped there and sat on the ground.

Sajore had eaten the same morning, so he wasn’t hungry yet. Xir’ag was already starving and opened his little package of food quickly, drinking half a bottle of water in one gulp. Sajore stared at him as the water drops dripped down his throat. The vampire felt like growling and grinned widely. Xir’ag didn’t seem to notice anything but continued the emptying of his day one lunch box.

Sajore raised an eyebrow and moved closer like a cat, wriggling his way in front of the drow, he purred. Xir’ag stopped chewing the mushrooms and looked at him, wiping his mouth with his long sleeve.

He couldn’t help but to grin at the clear, lustful look that the vampire was giving him. “I thought the demon would be calmer now.” He laughed a bit nervously and put away his food, taking a last gulp of the water before closing the flask.

“The demon? I don’t feel him around.” Sajore smiled warmly as he brushed his nose on Xir’ag’s, swiping his tongue over his moist lips. “You taste good,” he whispered, nuzzling himself closer.

“You are acting like a cat.”

“A cat? Meow,” Sajore purred, smiling against the drow's soft skin, tracing his nails along Xir’ag’s cheek and sensitive ear.

Xir’ag gasped. “You do know that it’s not safe here?” The drow tried to speak sense to the horny vampire, who was practically climbing onto his lap, but had no luck to getting him to calm down.

“Yeah, yeah, I can hear every sound from the closest mile, so we should be safe enough.”

“But are you fast enough to stop anyone from coming here if you are in the middle of a really good fuck?”

“Are you doubting me?” Sajore’s eyes flashed playfully and he licked Xir’ag’s jaw line.

“Are you ever serious?”

“You know I can be when I want to.”

“You’re not going to give up, are you?” The drow laughed as he was pushed against the cold stone and the vampire climbed over him, pushing his cloak up his thighs.

“Do you really want me to give up?” He whispered into his ear, biting the ear tip carefully.

Xir’ag moaned. “Ah, not really, not anymore.”

Sajore acted fast after receiving permission. He pushed the cloak up and untied Xir’ag’s pants, pushing them down. He kissed the drow furiously on the lips and as he was gasping for air, moved lower. He kissed and licked his chin and neck, biting his collarbone lightly and buried his face under the cloak. He kept sucking and pinching his nipples, his hands caressing the drow's waist and thighs and slowly moving to his revealed cock until Xir’ag was moaning and thrusting himself up from the ground, begging for more.

The vampire crawled lower, purring as Xir’ag tangled his fingers into his hair and pushed him down to meet his cock. He quickly took the semi-hard organ into his mouth and licked and sucked until it rose up fast. Xir’ag started to thrust into his mouth, letting out short moans. Sajore ripped his pants lower and away from the way and lifted his hips up.

“Wait, wait” He heard a suffocated whisper and looked up. Xir’ag leaned to his elbow and slowly got up, pushing Sajore a little further. Then the drow grinned.

Sajore felt cold shivers going down his spine, this look from the drow was always promising him the utmost pleasure. He waited to see what the wizard had in mind this time.

Xir’ag got up to his knees and pulled his pants the rest of the way off. Then he reached to open Sajore’s pants and kneeled down to lick his revealed cock. He spit onto his hand and moved the hand along the shaft quickly a couple of times and then left it standing erect. “There you go, mister, you work on that while I get ready,” he said with a husky voice as he removed his cloak completely, pulling it over his head and then moved his wet hand between his thighs and under his balls. Sajore’s eyes widened as he saw the drow's eyes going hazy and realized what he was doing.

Xir’ag pushed his slick finger into himself and moaned out, dropping onto his other hand and lifting his butt up. He moved a little bit so Sajore could see the back view and closed his eyes as he started to move the finger, soon pushing another one in with a soft moan.

“Oh shit.” That was all Sajore could say as he stared at the performance in front of him.

The drow started to automatically move his hips to meet his fingers and gasped every time his fingers were thrusted deep inside.

Sajore stared at him, without even noticing it, rocking his hips up and down, moving his hand along his shaft the same rhythm as the drow moved in front of him.

Little slippery noises and the soft gasps filled the air as Xir’ag pleasured himself. Then he finally turned to look at Sajore, the vampire was so deep in his pleasure that his eyes were half lidded and he was breathing huskily. Xir’ag pulled his fingers out and sighed heavily, he got to his knees, his cock pointing up and his body shivering slightly, a fine sheen of sweat coated his entire body.

The vampire rushed to him in a split second, he just disappeared and in an instant he was all over Xir’ag, who took him in, kissing him furiously. Sajore grabbed his neck and thrusted his tongue into his mouth.
“Damn, you really know how to drive me insane.”

He laughed into the kiss with a low voice and pulled the drow onto his lap with shaking hands, desperately grinding their painful erections together. Xir’ag grabbed Sajore's shoulders tightly and met the grinding with his body, sending waves of pleasure along Sajore’s painfully aroused body.

Sajore moaned and gripped his hair tighter into his fist, turning his face up to get a better access to his neck. He thrusted his hips up quickly to meet the drow's, their movements turning frantic. It felt like they would simply die if they didn’t move. Xir’ag moaned and buried his face to the nape of the vampire’s neck, breathing harshly against his skin and meeting every thrust.

Sajore lifted his face up and held the drow's hips, guiding his movements and pulling him even closer. He wanted more… something. This was so good, he gasped quietly. His hips met the drow's over and over and made them both gasp for breath and cling to each other as they moved to meet each others body with desperate, drastic thrusts.

“Faster!” Xir’ag moaned into Sajore’s ear and the vampire lost it. He grabbed the drow and pushed him down furiously, taking a strong hold of their joined organs and started the thrust into his hand. Xir’ag cried out, but soon thrust himself into the vampires hand with the same furious pace Sajore was using.

The sound of their gasping and the scent of their fierce, animalistic act filled the little cave as they both drove each other closer to the edge. Sajore started to breathe more rapidly, his fingernails biting into Xir’ag’s hips as the drow yelled against his skin to keep his voice from echoing in the tunnels, his fingers gripping Sajore’s shoulders to pull him closer, closer, closer.

Suddenly the drow’s head flung back and his back arched, his stomach muscles and thighs starting to shake uncontrollably. “Nghhhhh!” He ground his teeth as his organ pulsed, exploding his cum onto both of their stomachs and into Sajore's hand. The extra lubricant made Sajore thrust even harder for the last few times before his cum joined Xir’ag’s upon his hand. He kept milking them until Xir’ag stopped his hand with his own shivering one, pushing him away weakly.

It took a long moment for them both to gather their strength and wits again, until they could sit up. Sajore had a lopsided grin on his face as he licked his hand clean like a cat. “This is my favourite snack during little trips like this.”

Xir’ag chuckled but moved closer. “Then don’t you dare to lick it all by yourself,” he murmured as he sucked Sajore’s middle finger into his mouth.

Sajore gasped. “Don’t you dare, if you act like this, we are never going to get out of this cave.” He warned as he watched the drow lick the rest of his fingers clean.

Xir’ag winked.

“You damn tease,” the vampire said huskily as Xir’ag finally licked his lips and moved a bit further.

“So, the cat is already tired?” Xir’ag frowned playfully, coming closer to him and pulled Sajore so forcefully down to the ground with him that the vampire collapsed over his body. Xir’ag ground himself on him and opened his legs wide, twining his legs around Sajore thighs. “I’m sure I can do something to wake you up again.” the drow purred.

“If we keep doing this all the way there and back, we are going to be so exhausted that we don’t have the strength to go back to the house.”

“Damn it, don’t talk, act!” Xir’ag growled and squeezed the vampire’s buttocks.

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It was not safe to stay in one place for a long time, so as soon as the cat and his prey (or the other way around) had been satisfied once more, they were on the move again. Sajore was slightly limping, it had been a furious second round and his legs were still shaky.

Xir’ag glanced at him embarrassed. “Are you ok, I got a little carried away…”

Sajore sniggered. “I love this pain in the ass,” he whispered close to the drow's ear and ruffled his hair, sighing deeply. “That was a nice cave.”

Xir’ag laughed.

It was an unspoken agreement that until Xir’ag showed complete trust on letting Sajore take him and offering the demon full access to his body, they would not let Sajore control too much of their lovemaking. So everything that happened was now, in the end, controlled by Xir’ag. Sajore had absolutely nothing against that. Although there was one minus side; he felt the unpleasant feeling of cum flowing down his thighs and smearing his perfectly good leather pants. He sighed softly.

The rest of the night they walked in silence. They were both getting a bit tired, but knew that they had to walk a bit further to get where they were suppose to be that night, the ‘little rest’ in the cave had taken a lot longer than it was suppose to.

Finally they arrived to their official resting place. They found the hidden doorway easily with the instruction of the map and crawled into the little side tunnel to sleep. It was just big enough for both of them to fit comfortably, but not big enough to move around, so they decided to really sleep, both of them needed the rest, even when their bodies really craved for other things instead.

The morning came too soon and they woke up, blurred with sleep, in the small, uncomfortably stuffy cave. Sajore began to grow hungry. He crawled out of the cave before Xir’ag was even properly awake and told him to wait there for a moment. He sensed some small animals near by, and as much as he hated to feed from animals, the blood foul tasting and not able to keep the hunger away for long, it was still better than nothing. Soon he returned to Xir’ag, finding him outside the cave, all ready to go and packed.

“We only have half a days walk ahead, so we don’t have to hurry, but I don’t think we can afford any breaks either.” Xir’ag explained as he studied the map.

Sajore pouted for a while but kept walking ahead. Soon they both heard the faint sound of splashing water and hurried to see what was ahead.

There was a cave with a clear hot spring in the middle of it, the water flowing into the small spring from a hole on the top of the cave. It smelled fresh and clean, but before Xir’ag dared to taste it, Sajore sipped a small handful of it to make sure it had no toxics in it. It tasted good, so Xir’ag drank until he was full.

They didn’t have time to stop for longer, but decided to come back after the meeting, to clean up and soak before going back to the house. The constant walking was making Xir’ag’s legs ache and he was already starting to dream of the relaxing bath waiting for them later that day.

After that, it didn’t take long to reach the meeting point on the map. They were on time, but the priestess was nowhere to be seen, so they settled into a corner with Xir’ag’s lunch box. Soon Sajore could sense someone coming closer and signalled silently for Xir’ag to pack his lunch away and get ready for the meeting.

A little while later the priestess stepped into the large tunnel. She was alone, but Sajore could sense someone else nearby, only one person, probably her fellow priestess or a bodyguard of some sort. The priestess walked right up to them, nodding her head towards them both and then stopped in front of Sajore.
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“So, what is this about?” Sajore said without any respect in his voice.

The priestess’s eye twitched from the brusque words but she kept her cool, staring coldly into Sajore's eyes, ignoring Xir’ag completely.

“I am here for one small thing: you.”

The men stared at the priestess and Sajore growled. “What the hell is that suppose to mean?” ‘I knew this seemed too good.’

“Don’t get upset, I only need one small favour from you, and I promise, you are going to enjoy it too.” She smiled with lust filled eyes.

Sajore kept staring at her as Xir’ag turned his eyes towards the vampire.

The wizard felt like someone had thrusted a dagger into his heart. They could not ask for that! He stared at the vampire, fearing to hear his answer. Whatever it would be, it would be the end of them. His fingers curled into fists and he turned his face down. Sajore glanced at him and saw the panic in his eyes.

“Excuse us for one second. I will be right back.” He excused them and was already dragging Xir’ag to the further tunnels before the wizard could grasp what was going on.

“Do not keep me waiting!” The priestess yelled after them, but stayed put.

Xir’ag looked at Sajore for a long time after they stopped. Sajore was obviously not going to say anything until Xir’ag would speak. “What are you going to do?” The drow whispered, moving slightly from his spot.

“What? Do you think I’m going to fuck her?” Sajore snorted, looking worried, due to the drow's panicked expression.

Xir’ag looked even more desperate, changing his posture again and moving his eyes away from the vampire's.

“My love, what’s going on?” Sajore whispered, grabbing the wizards chin into his fingers gently.

“If we don’t complete the mission, we will be exiled or worse: killed.” Xir’ag whispered back, without being able to look into Sajore's eyes.

Sajore stared at him for a long time, his mouth forming a thin line. “Do you really think that I would fuck her just because of that? I don’t give a damn about the house when it comes to choosing you or them.”

Xir’ag looked pained, his heart leaping from the love confession. He didn’t want Sajore to sleep with that woman, of course not. Even the thought of it made him hurt inside. But the price was big. He would loose his home if they returned without completing the mission. The home he could have always come back to, the only place he felt safe in, in his laboratory, where his whole life was, all the potions, the books, everything, everything except Sajore. Yeah, Home, that was where the vampire was. He would feel horrible after loosing all his wizard equipment, but it would kill him to see Sajore with someone else. The tremor inside his mind came to a sudden stop and he slowly lifted his eyes. “I’m sorry, my love, you’re right, I’m acting really stupidly. I’m just really scared.”

“For what? We don’t need the house as long as we have each other, right? You can trust me, really. ”
The vampire looked at him seriously and Xir’ag smiled back, closing his hand around the vampire's.

It seemed that deep inside he still had doubts about them, that he was still afraid of being left alone and abandoned. If they would leave the house and Sajore would leave him, he would have nothing left, nothing. But he wouldn’t leave, Xir’ag knew it, in his heart, he trusted the vampire completely and blindly. He looked into Sajore's eyes and squeezed his hand. “I trust you, with my life.”

Sajore nodded and gave him a fast kiss. “Ready to go back?”

Xir’ag nodded and they released their hands, walking back separately.

As soon as they were back in the cave, Sajore started to stare at the priestess grimly and simply stated, “Sorry, the deal is off”.

“What the hell?” The woman yelled and lashed out her whip.

Sajore easily caught the flying whip and growled, signalling Xir’ag to stay back.

“Do you know how many times I’ve heard that request? It feels like everyone in this town is just after my cock. I am getting sick and tired of it. I would rather suck you dry than fuck you.”

“You are refusing me, you… lowlife?”

“Isn’t it obvious? Yes.”

The priestess stared at Sajore, trembling from anger, she had never been insulted like this. She couldn’t believe her ears. That man was saying no to her?

Sajore sighed and decided to repeat the facts, as the woman seemed to be too dense to get it. “Yes, the deal is off. They never told me that I was to fuck you.”

“Are you not capable of it?” The priestess had to ask, she could not believe any man would say no to her.

Sajore laughed a cold laugh. “I have no problems with the act, only you.”

“Do not insult me!” She yelled, her eyes burning red.

Xir’ag started to prepare a spell but Sajore’s glance stopped him. “There is only one person I want to be filled with my seed, and that’s not you,” he said with an icy voice and turned around.

“Who is it then? If that woman is in this town, I can pay her anything to give birth to your offspring.” The priestess tried to calm down and think rationally, this was an important mission. The matron of her house would not be happy is she would come back empty handed.

Xir’ag knew that grin, he rushed to stop the words that burst out of the laughing vampire’s mouth, but was stopped by strong hands.

“I’m Sorry, but if you want that seed, you have to wipe it out of his ass and I doubt he is going to give his permission to do that… to you. And besides, I want to lick it clean myself.”

The woman stopped, her jaw dropping and her eyes widening with shock.

Xir’ag glared into the yellow eyes of the demon as the man spit the words at the priestess’s face and then turned to give him a wink. The wizard felt how his cheeks flushed hot.

The priestess looked like a fish on dry land for a while, digesting what she had just heard, then her eyes turned almost black and her mouth twisted into an ugly grimace. How dare that man talk to her like that? With a loud scream she lashed out, running towards them until the demon stopped her with a sudden movement, locking his hands around the woman’s throat.

“Stop, or you’re dead.” He snarled, flashing his fangs.

The woman gasped and froze.

“This mission is over. Go back to your house, tell them that I refused. Then forget about me and this deal. If you don’t; I’ve been eating shit all day and am really hungry!” He shoved the woman away and glared at her until she took a step back.

She looked like she wanted to kill him, but swallowing her bride she turned and very calmly walked away.

Sajore could hear her heart beat fiercely. He sighed and turned to look at Xir’ag. The drow was still flushed and stared at him wide eyed. Everything had happened too fast for him to react.

“What?” The drow gasped.

Sajore walked to him and patted him on the head. He simply couldn’t help the laugh that suddenly bubbled out of him as Xir’ag kept looking at him with that horrified look on his face. Soon the look turned confused, then defeated, and finally the drow sighed heavily, as Sajore hiccupped the last of his laughter away.

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They walked in silence. It had been a couple of hours since they started to go back and Xir’ag felt like resting, his feet were sore and hurting. He stopped and Sajore turned to face him. “We should talk, and I need rest, my feet are hurting,” Xir’ag said as he slipped his boots off and limped to a big rock.

Sajore nodded. “I can sense the spring close by again.”

Xir’ag smiled. “I can walk there.” He tossed his boots over his shoulder and soon they arrived at the small cave with the hot spring.

As soon as they were there, Xir’ag knelt next to the water and drank until he was full again.

Sajore sat next to him to the ground and was looking up at him. “We have to get prepared. We will have a hell of a homecoming.”

Xir’ag nodded and wiped his chin on his sleeve. “They are not going to give us an opportunity to go to my rooms, so all my wizard stuff that is not with me now is gone for good,” he whispered, looking at his sad reflection from the surface of the water.

Sajore stared at the drow’s profile in silence. He looked so sad. Slowly the vampire lifted his hand and slid his fingers into the soft white hair. “I want to bath you.” He smiled as he kept stroking his hair.

Xir’ag lifted his face and smiled a sad smile back at him. “I would love that… especially if you would give me a foot massage.”

“Of course, that is part of the deal.” The vampire grinned and hopped up. He walked to the entrance of the cave and started to examine the walls. “You think you could somehow seal this for a while so we would be safe here?”

“Of course, that is part of the deal,” Xir’ag sniggered as he walked next to him, opening his backpack and setting it to the ground next to them. He soon found what he was looking for and spread some black powder all around the entrance way. He started chanting and waved his arms in big circles from one wall to another until the walls seemed to close down. He moved his hands closer and closer together until the doorway was completely sealed.

“How are we eventually going to get out of here?” The vampire asked, looking somewhat worried.

Xir’ag laughed. “There’s no wall there, it’s just an illusion, just magic. But it hides all voices, smell and scent from the outside world.”

“Mmmm… voices. Then I can make you scream.” The vampire licked his lips evilly and started to approach Xir’ag with a predatory smile on his face.

Xir’ag laughed and ran towards the hot spring. He didn’t get far until he was stopped by strong hands around his waist. Suddenly he felt air whooshing around him as he was flying into the water. As soon as he felt the warm water all over him and could lift his head above it to catch his breath, Sajore jumped after him with a big splash. Somehow the vampire had had time to remove his pants before jumping in and was soon pressing his naked body against Xir’ag.

“What if we would give you a full body massage instead of just feet, hmm?” He purred into the drow’s ear and made him chuckle.

“That sounds good to me; my body is tired and needs some relaxing care.”

“You’ll get plenty of care and some ravishing on the side.” Sajore nibbled his earlobe and slid his hands along the drow’s sides.

Suddenly Xir’ag turned around. “And you want no care?” He murmured, before pressing his lips hungrily against Sajore’s.

The vampire answered just as hungrily, if not more, starting to lift his wet, heavy cloak off from him. Soon they had to break the kiss as Sajore lifted the soggy cloth over Xir’ag’s head and tossed it to the rocks near them.

Then the vampires tongue was diving into Xir’ag’s mouth again, plunging deep inside and exploring his mouth, raising small moans from the drow as he finally slid his wet pants down, releasing his already hardened organ.

Xir’ag kicked the pants down, letting them sink to the bottom of the spring, they could look for them later. As soon as he was free from the awkward clothes, he pressed himself closer to the vampire, never breaking their heated kiss.

Sajore’s hands slid down his back until he reached the drow’s buttocks and squeezed them tightly into his grip. Xir’ag had to breathe and lifted his head up, giving Sajore better access to his neck. “Oh gods, I want to fuck you right now.” The vampire growled against his black skin, nibbling the neck softly and grinding his painfully hard erection against Xir’ag’s, making him moan deeply.

“I-ah… thought you wanted to lick me clean first.” The drow whispered teasingly, but was surprised when Sajore lifted his head.

“Is that an offer?” The vampire grinned widely as a surprised look spread to Xir’ag’s face.

“Our bath is too small to do this but luckily we have more room now.” Sajore purred as he slowly licked his way down Xir’ag’s chin, neck and shoulder to his chest, nibbling his hardened nipple into his mouth. Soon the vampires face was under water, but that didn’t seem to bother him one bit, as he kept travelling his bath down Xir’ag’s heated body. He slid his tongue along the drow’s shaft, savouring the taste of him, then spread his legs wider with his hands and fondled his balls softly, soon lifting them to get better access to where he was headed. Xir’ag moaned and caressed Sajore’s hair, lifting his legs higher and further apart. Soon the vampire found what he had been looking for and slid his finger around the tight hole.

Xir’ag relaxed at his touch and Sajore thrusted the finger in, soon following it with his tongue. Xir’ag shuddered, his toes curling from the pleasure, as he leaned his head to rest on the edge of the spring. He held Sajore’s shoulders still as the vampire fucked him gently with his tongue. Soon he was feeling so hazy that he was afraid he would drown, he was already slipping from the edge to the deeper side of the spring, and if he got any more incoherent, which was going to happen very soon, he would probably swallow water and suffocate. So, as good as it felt, he had to tug on Sajore’s hair and beg him to stop.

The vampire surfaced with a questioning look to meet the flustered drow. “What’s wrong?”

“Ah, I don’t think I can do this in the water, I’m going to drown if I don’t keep my mind clear, and I definitely cannot keep my mind clear.” He breathed huskily, sliding his fingers along Sajore’s torso, folding his legs around the vampire and pulling him closer.

Sajore smiled and kissed him softly. “As you wish,” he murmured against his lips and then lifted the drow up.

He sat on the rock with a splash, but had to fall onto his back when Sajore climbed up after him, pulling himself over the drow. Xir’ag had no time to pull his legs up from the water, so they still hung in the water, knee high, as Sajore crawled between them. Xir’ag gave him a heated look and pulled him closer, grabbing his hair in his fist and kissing him deeply, slowly twining his tongue with Sajore’s into an erotic, passionate dance.

Sajore answered with his whole body, pushing closer, twining his fingers into Xir’ag’s hair and kissing back.

Soon Xir’ag had to pull away to breathe again and Sajore pushed himself slightly up, neither of them had tried to move an inch from the waist down even when they were both painfully hard.

Slowly the look on Sajore’s face became serious. “Xir’ag Yog'e'gmin, I love you,” he whispered, sliding his finger along Xir’ag’s upper lip, his voice was so full of emotion that it made Xir’ag’s heart race.

“I love you, Sajore,” he whispered back, so quietly that his voice barely carried into Sajore’s ears, but he didn’t need to hear the words, he could read them from his lips and see the emotion from his eyes.

The vampire lowered his face into Xir’ag’s hair, finally moving slightly from his place, raising a gasp from the drow.

He quickly pulled Sajore closer, like he was afraid the vampire would leave, gripping his back so tightly that it would leave marks on a normal person’s skin. He finally pulled his legs up from the water and twined them around Sajore’s thighs, lifting his butt up. “Take me,” the drow whispered softly.

Sajore’s eyes widened and he lifted his face to look into Xir’ag’s eyes. “Are you sure? You’re not scared?”

Xir’ag smiled “I don’t fear you.” He cupped the vampire’s cheeks into his hands and gave him a gentle kiss.

Sajore sighed against his lips and soon lowered his forehead to rest on Xir’ag’s chest, listening to his heartbeat, it was calm. He smiled and lifted his eyes up again.

“Now… get moving, I’m in pain,” Xir’ag snickered and nudged his hips up to meet Sajore’s.

Sajore didn’t hesitate any longer but snaked his hand under Xir’ag and sank his finger into him. He was still slick from his tongue bath before, so all he needed to do was to stretch him a bit more.

Xir’ag gasped and started to breathe faster, pushing himself against the invading fingers. “Unh, no-no need, want you in, now,” Xir’ag mumbled blearily, whining softly as Sajore pulled the fingers out and pulled back enough to get his cock onto his entrance.

He glanced at Xir’ag for the last time to get the approval and then slid in with one strong thrust.

Xir’ag groaned, his eyes widening and his fingers gripping harder on Sajore’s shoulders.

Sajore didn’t pause, but began moving forth and back with a slow, calm pace, hugging Xir’ag closer to him and burying his face into his chest.

They moved in union, meeting each other and clinging together, as close as they could get. Xir’ag’s eyes welled with tears, without him knowing the reason, he began to sob quietly.

Sajore froze as he heard the suffocated sound and looked worriedly into Xir’ag’s face. “Do you want me to stop? Does this scare you?” He asked with a muffled voice, placing a hand on Xir’ag’s cheek.

Xir’ag smiled trough his tears. “No, I don’t know where this came from. I’m fine, really,” he whispered back, hugging Sajore closer again.

They stayed still until Xir’ag seemingly calmed down. He sighed deeply and gave a little tug to Sajore’s hair, gripping him with his inner muscles.

Sajore moaned against his shoulder and moved. This time the movements quickly fastened, becoming frantic and shivering, as they held each other. Sajore lifted Xir’ag’s legs over his shoulder and started pumping into him with such force that he made the drow scream.

Beyond all the pleasure that Xir’ag was feeling, he could still faintly register that Sajore’s eyes stayed orange the whole time. Soon he was getting so high, so heady, and so full that he couldn’t feel the world around him anymore, all he felt was Sajore’s cock thrusting deep into him and filling him with such pleasure that it threatened to drown him. His orgasm was so sudden that it stole away his voice, as he opened his mouth wide and let out a silent scream.

Sajore saw the look on his face and felt the rush of sticky fluids flying onto their stomachs and chest and it was too much for him. He thrust in, as deep as he could, and froze, his cock pulsated as his release filled Xir’ag with his essence. He continued to push in until it became almost painful, and collapsed on top of the panting drow.

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Sajore hung his legs in the water, holding Xir’ag’s sleeping form on his arms gently. The drow had been tired, so they had decided to rest here until they felt like returning to the house. And they were in no hurry anymore; there was nothing to go back to but trouble.

Sajore was worried. He was worried about Xir’ag’s safety. It was a known fact that traitors were sacrificed to Lloth, not let go like Xir’ag hoped would happen. He had to come up with something to keep the drow safe, or they would not return at all, he would not risk their lives. But that would make them even worse traitors, which would lead into a race to catch them.

No, there had to be something he could do, some way to get them both to safety, at least long enough to get out of the city of Menzoberranzan. He sunk into his thoughts, so deep that soon he was deep in sleep.

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Xir’ag woke before him, disentangling himself from the vampire and quickly washed up. He knew that if he had waited for Sajore to wake up, it would be a long while before they could leave the spring. And he was getting anxious. He dressed, glaring at his pants at the bottom of the spring but too tired to get the cloth. He decided to wear his spare pants and old cloak.

Then he gently woke Sajore up, offering him his clothes. Before Sajore got dressed, he dove into the spring to get Xir’ag’s pants. “You can’t throw these away now, we don’t know when we can get clean clothes,” he explained as Xir’ag stuffed the wet pants into his backpack and waited until the vampire was ready. Soon he was deactivating the spell on the door.

They stepped out into the clearly colder tunnels and started their long way back to the house. Neither of them was in a very talkative mood, but Sajore still explained his ideas to Xir’ag, asking for his opinion and telling his own, simply stating that it was not acceptable to endanger Xir’ag’s life. There was always the possibility that something would go wrong, so they had to be ready for anything.

They stopped once to sort out some spell items of Xir’ag and get a few spells ready, the plan was forming in their heads and they were both anxious to get it over and done with. As Xir’ag prepared the last of the spell, Sajore couldn’t help but to snicker at the evil ideas that filled his mind.

When everything was ready they stared at each other for a long moment before Xir’ag held out his arms and let Sajore lift him into a tight embrace.

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It had been a long walk, but there they were finally inside the house, waiting for a queue to enter the Matrons hall. Xir’ag had his backpack still on him, Sajore was wearing only his usual black leather pants, and they both looked travel worn. Like they had guessed, they were not allowed to go into their own rooms before seeing the Matron.

They glanced at each other for the last time and stepped inside the big hall when they got the mark. Xir’ag walked in front of the Matron mother and then took his place next to his sisters. Sajore walked after him, slowing down as he neared the huge throne the Matron was sitting on, staring at him with angry red eyes. Somehow those eyes resembled Xir’ag’s, not just because of the colour, but he could sense something similar from the matron that his soul mate also possessed.

He stopped and lowered his head politely, like he was supposed to. The hall fell silent, all the drow around him waiting for the sentence of his disobedience. Sajore wanted to look at Xir’ag but kept his eyes on the floor until he heard the order to look at the Matron. He moved his eyes to the woman who would now decide his fate… to certain extent. He felt surprisingly calm.

“There are many things I would like to ask you, but I don’t think any of the answers would change anything so: Sajore, vampire, you have broken the rules of this house, putting shame upon this house.” The words echoed through the hall. Well, that didn’t start well.

Sajore didn’t move an inch. He stared at the Matron until the woman’s eyes urged him to talk, to say something. “I’m sorry. I was unable to fulfil this mission. It was not my intention to hurt the reputation of the house. I am loyal to the house Yog'e'gmin and to you Matron. It was my own personal failure,” he said with a clear voice, bowing slightly.

The Matron didn’t look angry, more disappointed. “I cannot let you stay in this house after this. But I do not want to loose such a powerful tool either. What do you suggest I do with you?”

The words rose little whispers all around the hall, but the Matron's glance silenced the audience again.

Sajore looked questioningly at her and stepped closer. “If I might have a word with you?” He asked in a low voice.

The Matron blinked but waved her hand for him to step closer.

Sajore walked next to the throne and knelt down next to it, keeping his voice low as he started speaking, a little wicked grin forming onto his lips. “Do you want to see the house Yog'e'gmin still stand proud tomorrow?” He dared to glance at Xir’ag as he said the house name. The wizard moved slightly from his spot, extending his hand to the side so he was almost touching his sister, Xa’Herae’s loin. She noticed nothing. This was it.

The Matron stared at Sajore with shocked eyes. “Are you threatening me? And with what power are you going to fulfil your threat if it comes to that?” She whispered with angry eyes.

Sajore looked into the Matrons eyes and then stepped one step closer, grinning widely. “It is not a threat, just a question. I may not have to power to make the whole house fall, but it would be a shame if you lost one of your high priestesses because of a little thing like this.” He looked up and chuckled.

The Matron tried to keep a straight face but her lips twitched into a foul wince. “What are you talking about?”

“I will explain everything,” Sajore whispered into her ear, completely ignoring her angry stare and her question. She said nothing so he continued. “You let me leave in peace. I will take only what is mine and leave, causing no harm to anyone.” He smiled.

The Matron was seething with anger. “And why do you think I would obey you? You have proven nothing! My honour is in stake here and in this place, honour is my life.”

“Your honour will be intact, just as your life. But if you do not obey, that poisoned needle your wizard is pointing to your high priestesses back just might slip.”

The Matron turned slowly to look to her right where her children stood in line.

Xir’ag was standing slightly behind Xa’Herae, both of his hands covered with the long sleeves of his cloak.

“And I am really hungry after that pointless trip. I wonder if the blood of a Matron tastes different than normal drow blood,” Sajore added, licking his lips.

The Matron turned back to him, staring at the man with a blank face. “You… are good,” she whispered, her mouth twisting into an unpleasant grin.

Sajore grinned back.

A long silence followed but Sajore could see how the Matrons thoughts ran in her mind. Xa’Herae twisted at her spot nervously, wondering what those two were talking about so quietly and for so long, this should already be over! And she should be able to finally get that man where she wanted him, in chains and into her bed.

Finally the Matron stood up, glancing at Sajore and nodding slightly.

Sajore smiled an innocent smile, but shifted closer. “Don’t try to trick me, I’m faster than you.”

The Matron coughed. “This, this is settled. You are to leave, now. As we have no quarrel with you, you may take your belongings with you and then leave.”

Xa’Herae moved from her place an inch, grabbing a better hold of her whip. This was an outrage, she couldn’t make a deal like that! Xir’ag moved behind her and the Matron turned to them with fiery eyes. The priestess stopped.

Sajore glanced at Xa’Herae quickly and then turned to face to the Matron Mother, smiling sweetly at her. “I am allowed to take everything that belongs to me, right?”

“Yes, I already gave my promise for that. Take what you own and then go.”

Sajore’s eyes turned a cold yellow and he grinned a maliciously. Then his eyes moved. They fixed onto red, nervous ones. The matron followed his gaze as the pale vampire finally moved away, still facing her. “Thank you, Matron,” Sajore murmured, his voice completely different from just a moment ago. He lifted his hand and held it out towards Xir’ag.

The wizard's cheeks felt warm as all faces turned to look at him.

Xa’Herae turned with the others, just in time to see the dripping poison needle be placed under her chin as Xir’ag took a hold of his hostage.

The Matron gasped and the voice made Sajore glance at her.

His face was serious, full of killing intent, his posture ready to move. “Remember. Your. Promise.”

She leaned back down and turned her eyes away, keeping her chin up proudly. Damn, he had beaten her, she was not foolish enough to risk her life for this damn quarrel, she would settle it later. Damn him!

Xir’ag took a step, pressing his sister before him, but not thinking about her in the slightest. His gaze glued to the vampires as he walked quickly to him.

Sajore fold his arm around his waist and pulled him closer.

Xir’ag was still holding the needle to her sister’s neck. Her eyes were full of fury. At this point the whole hall was in an uproar.

“Quiet!” The Matron stood up and yelled, finally turning her gaze back to Sajore and then to Xir’ag, completely dodging Xa’Herae’s furious gaze.

The wizard felt like shrinking under the angry look his Matron gave to him.

Sajore let out a low grown and moved his lips. “You move. You die.” His lips formed and he revealed his fangs.

The Matron stared at him for a moment longer and then sat down and nodded, lifting her chin. “Yes, our deal will guarantee your safety as long as you will keep it.”

“Didn’t I already say that you can trust me,” Sajore winked and then turned to face the audience all around them. “We have settled our business with this house, the only quarrel we have anymore, is with this woman,” he said with disgust in his voice, then glancing at the Matron. He had her! She was grinning down at him from her throne. He had just cleared her honour of all this, he wouldn’t have to worry about her anymore. He didn’t move but kept his eyes on the matron even when the other drow around them started to move around nervously. This was the most dangerous moment, Xa’Herae had her own soldiers who would surely want to protect her. She screamed in frustration and struggled against Xir’ag’s firm hold. She was stronger than the small wizard and almost got away, only to feel the sharp point of the needle touching her skin and immediately stopped all efforts to get away.

It took only a passing moment when she felt how she was moved and was suddenly trapped in much stronger hands, her neck bend painfully back as Sajore reached for her ear. “You should learn to respect your brother,” he whispered, burying his nails deep into her skin, she arched and tried to get away, failing miserably.

Xir’ag stepped in front of them and leaned closer. “Do you really want to die that badly?”

She stopped her fighting and fell limply to Sajore’s arms.

“You will let us leave and will not come after us or the fury of the Matron will be on you.”

“She would not turn against me!”

“Look at her. She rules this house and you are under her authority, she has promised to let me go and there is nothing you can do without becoming a traitor. ” Sajore whispered and let go of her.

She fell to the floor.

Sajore turned to the Matron like nothing had happened. “Thank you Matron.” Sajore winked at her, making her grin back and breaking the tension in the hall. The closest drow moved away as he turned his eyes to Xir’ag, starting to grin widely. “Let’s go then.”

Xir’ag took his hand and in an instant, they were gone, turned into mist.

Xa’Herae stared in front of her where the men had stood. Everyone was yelling in surprise.

“He can take someone with him like that?”

“I didn’t know he was able to transport others with him!”

“He is so much more powerful than he ever showed before.”

Slowly rising to stand, Xa’Herae stared at the drow, then turned to face the Matron who looked back with calculating eyes and nodded to her in approval. She had taken her shame upon herself. Swearing revenge she turned her back on her and listened to the crowd talk with raised voices.

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Xir’ag took a deep breath outside the high walls of the house when he got the first glance of Sajore. His duplicate had faded into thin air when the vampire had misted his way out of the house, leaving the assumption that Xir’ag had been taken away by Sajore. They could use this belief for their own good later on.

In the end Sajore could not even think about risking Xir’ag’s life, since the risk was so high. With this plan, if it had turned into the worst case scenario, Sajore could have let the duplicate into the house and just go, the confusion would have given them some time. But this was better, they had the protection of house Yog'e'gmin behind them.

Sajore ran to him and lifted him into his arms, kissing him wildly. “Everything went well, we are free and brought shame on your sister on the side.”

Xir’ag grinned and squeezed him happily.

The vampire looked towards the glowing city and scowled. “I think we better hurry, Xa’Herae is surely going to send someone after us as soon as she gets out of the Matron’s sight. We might have a couple of minutes, but not more than that.”

“Yes, we must go.” Xir’ag agreed, still smiling.

“I know, but where to?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Xir’ag laughed.

Sajore lifted his brows questioningly.

“You’ve seen my family, but I hardly know yours.” The wizard winked at him.

“Shaya?” Sajore asked with a broadening smile.

Xir’ag nodded. “And we’ll be safe. None of them know the way there.”

“How is that possible? You were a spy in there, didn’t you tell them?!”

Xir’ag was quiet for a second and then grinned “No.” He started to laugh and took Sajore’s hand. “As you said, we better hurry. I know the way.”

Soon they were running towards the edge of the city.