The True Mate

A/N: We are sorry for the delay. This story is lacking a beta so please forgive stupid mistakes. Thank you so much for reading and reviewing.


CHAPTER 13

Minori felt weightless but held and like he was moving, an odd combination to feel while sleeping. It was enough to stir him and when he smelled the sea coming closer and closer, he whimpered, nuzzling Tristan’s neck.

He heard voices, smelled the scent of fish and wood. “Tristan...” He whispered a little confused. Why weren’t they in bed? Why weren’t they wrapped beneath warm blankets?

Forcing his eyes open it dawned upon him what they were doing and why they were here as opposed to in their room. He could still feel the hands of sleep clinging to him, still felt so sated and happy. He didn’t want Tristan to let go of him, didn’t want to be placed upon his feet so for once, he gave into his desires ignoring social correctness and wrapped his arms about Tristan’s neck with a smile.

Because he’d been to the docks a few times in his life just out of curiosity he knew where to go, although he’d never taken the boat. “Third boat from the east end.” He said softly. “That one will take us to Osaka. It’s a shipping boat but takes passengers as well.”

When they reached the dock of that particular boat he nodded to the ship’s Capitan and reached for his bundle. “Passage for two to Osaka,” He said with a smile and handed the man more than enough in passage funds. “Keep it,”

The man bowed low and humbly, stepping aside for them. ‘When we’re below deck, hold me close like this. I am sorry I am so weary my Kawaii.’

Tristan did not mind carrying his love; in fact it gave him a supreme feeling of calmness. When Minori's arms wrapped around his neck and held him so invitingly, he had to fight the deep instinct in his Vampire heart to return the sentiment with a deep kiss. Still, it was inappropriate and he knew this, and the sheer fact that Minori was brazenly showing his love, was more than enough for him.

While Minori paid the man for their travel fare, he became painfully aware of a soft haze in the East. It was dawn. He hadn't been outside this close to sunrise in many months, and already his chest felt constricted in the dewy air. 'We must hurry love.' He thought in a minor panic.

Once they had paid, he moved them quickly onto the boat and down into the comforting depths of darkness within the bowels of the ship. He found a dark corner near a large crate and sat Minori down on top of it, so that he could help his lover better arrange his garments.

As he watched Minori's slim body moving within the fabric he couldn't help but smile drunkenly at his gorgeous lover. "I am truly blessed." He moved close to him, clinging to him, wanting to hold him, just as Minori had requested, but as he gazed up the soft skin, illuminated only by his own keen eye sight abilities, as they were in a very dark part of the ship, he thought of something that might please his lover even more than being held.

"Minori. You said you wanted to learn how to give me the ultimate pleasure... the pleasure I gave to you earlier tonight. You said you wanted to learn all about our special gifts and memory sharing and all of these things. Well, if you are up to it... I should like to teach you, while we sail in the accursed light of day." He knelt closely to his lover and rested his face in Minori's lap. Almost out of habit, one hand slid along the inside of Minori's thigh, his fingers yearning to enter his lover. Before he even realized his actions, a fingernail was already lightly and seductively scraping the puckered skin of Tristan's favorite place to be.

Minori smoothed his hand in Tristan’s golden hair with a soft smile. Some part of him was frightened to be leaving Okinawa, leaving the only life and land he’d ever known and another part terribly excited but it was all quieted by his lover’s presence. Where ever they happened to go as long as he was with Tristan, he was certain he’d be alright and safe.

His breath hitched in his throat as Tristan’s hand slid between his legs and his smile grew from his words. More than anything he’d love to know how to please his lover, he’d love to share his memories with him, well the more pleasant ones.

Tired as he was the excitement of arousal stirred the rest of him awake and he gently pushed Tristan’s warm hand from him, whimpering with loss of the teasing fingernail. He nodded, amazed that he could see Tristan in almost complete darkness, and lay down upon the wooden floor, opening his kimono, slipping his arms from the sleeves so they might have something soft to lie upon.

“I would like very much to learn. Come,” He turned upon his side and moved to make room for his love to lie down beside him.

Laying beside his lover, he wondered where to begin. But he knew exactly where to begin, his fingers were already itching to reenter his lover, his breath was already heated, and his entire body was enflamed with the desire to pleasure his lover and in so doing, teach Minori how to return every sensation.

“Minori,” he spoke softly and pulled him close to his chest, fighting the urge to penetrate him with his fingers, “I want to teach you… how to touch me… without touching me.” As he spoke this, he released his grip and rolled onto his back. No matter how hard he tried he couldn’t be physically separated from his lover so one hand remained lightly stroking Minori’s arm, but that was all that stayed in contact.

“I want you to relax and envision my body. It might be easier for you, in this first lesson, to fix your mind on your own body and imprint the idea of my flesh onto yours. Think of your body as mine. Run your hands up and down yourself.” Finally he pulled his hand clear away from his lover. It was necessary, he knew, and yet it pained him to be apart, even though they lay so close, it pained him. Which was why it was important to establish physical touch through a mental connection, because there would be times when they would be apart, and Tristan would go mad if he couldn’t feel Minori’s flesh, even in those times.

“Feel every part of yourself. Imagine that it’s me. Imagine that, as you feel your fingers, I too can feel them. Someday, you’ll get to the point where you don’t have to touch yourself to do this…but for now…I want you touch yourself in the way you long to touch me. And as you do this, I want you to reach out with your mind. Imagine my body on the landscape of your imagination. See me lying before you, within you, all around you. Focus your physical and mental energy on the place you choose to touch.” Tristan lay very still, and waited for Minori.

He waited anxiously to feel his lover touch him on a spiritual plane. There would be further instruction… but only if this first part could be accomplished. Smiling and squirming on the inside he waited. “I love you, Minori… I trust you.” He whispered.

Minori wet his lips and turned over upon his back, wondering if he really could do this sort of act. He knew very well how to please himself but he didn’t want to touch himself, his fingers ached to touch his love, to feel his skin. His mouth wanted to be filled with him.

Closing his eyes, he trailed the tips of his fingers down his chest and imagined doing so to Tristan. He imagined a door in his head opening up for his love, imagined himself pulling him in and touching him, exploring every part of him as if to memorize the stunning body. He kissed and nipped Tristan’s stomach, drug his finger nails over his large cock, his sac, his thighs. He did everything in his mind that he did to himself physically and began to moan and pant and found himself hungry with heady desire and not just hungry for carnal pleasure, hungry for nourishment.

Kneeling in his mind he parted his lover’s legs sensing where his blood beat the strongest in his legs and kissed them, licked them, stroked his cock and bit the inside of his loves left thigh. But no blood came and it was frustrating so much so he bit a little harder then moved to the next leg. Again there was no sweetness trickling upon his tongue other than flesh. He was so lost inside his head and what he was doing there he thought it was real.

“Tristan,” He whimpered in confusion.

He had closed his eyes so that he would not observe his lover as he writhed and touched himself. The very sight would surely make him lose control. For a fleeting moment he regarded Minori in great fear, for no one in his life, even Victoria who in fact 'did' control him most of the time, had ever had this much power over him. Quickly he shut his eyes and opened his body and mind, anxious to receive Minori's metaphysical advances.

At first it was soft, barely a tickle, just enough to maybe constitute a slight breeze. But then, he felt definite tendrils of energy swirling around him, focusing and permeating his flesh, more so than mere physical touch could accomplish. He felt his genitals being stimulated, and for a moment he wondered if the erotic notion of what Minori was trying to do had caused him to masturbate unconsciously, but then he understood that his Vampire lover, his 'new born' Vampire lover was surprisingly skilled.

"Nnnn... Minori... you're... a natural." He grunted and balled his hands into fists as he relinquished himself over to the imaginary and yet to real fingernails and teeth that ravaged him on from an invisible plane. The teeth bit into him and he gasped at the sweet feeling and his own building desire to give his lover what he needed. He wondered for a moment if it would be possible to feed him just like this - to will the blood from his own body and have it materialize inside of Minori's veins. But then he thought, 'What's the beauty in that? It's so much better and intimate to feel his teeth inside me.' And then he heard his lover's sweet and confused voice.

"Come to me." He said breathlessly, and rolled to his side and opened his eyes to view Minori working his jaw unconsciously as if trying to find nourishment from the air. "You must not get lost in that place, Minori..." he spoke and slid his hand over the smaller Vampire's heaving and beautiful chest. He fingered the dark nipple and tried to remind his lover what 'real' touch was, to seduce back from the realm of mental control.

"I think you've learned enough for now. Let me feed you, love." And as he said this he sent over thoughts of wonder and amazement. 'You truly are a complete Vampire, unlike me. For the amount of energy you just manifested is more than anything I can do... even after months of honing my silly little skills, you have bested me. I'm almost afraid of you... I am completely under your will and control.'

Pressing himself close to Minori, he let one hand slide down the expanse of white skin. Stopping to stroke the soft flesh of his belly, then to tickle and tease the under side of the cute and half-mast erection, he finally found his way inside. Two fingers at first and then three, and his mouth descended upon Minori's nipple.

'Awaken to me. Do not push yourself too far this first day. I am proud of you Minori. I shall reward you with blood.' Digging his fingers even deeper, and curling and twisting them into sweet shapes the grazed all places within him, Tristan lifted his face and nibbled the tempting lips before him.

Feeling Tristan and a way he knew couldn’t happen, not with his head between his lover’s legs, Minori zoned in on the soothing, teasing caresses. He zoned in on the words spoken to him and ever so slowly pulled himself from this place he’d gone and opened his eyes. All he could see in this dark moist world was Tristan and his heart ached more than his desire to be touched, more than he wished to feed, more than anything he’d ever felt.

Tristan was beautiful and Minori wept, spreading his legs a little wider so he might receive more of his lover’s fingers. He felt a little sense of accomplishment inside of him even a sense of shy happiness. It had been a long time since someone had been proud of him for something so small, something he honestly wanted to do and learn.

“Mmm,” He moaned against those teasing, soft lips. He wanted him, he needed him inside of him, but more than that, he wanted to drink from him. He felt so hungry and couldn’t understand why.

With a mischievous grin, Minori pushed Tristan upon his back, moved between his legs, spreading them, and nuzzled his lover’s cock. He loved the musky scent, loved the soft warmth of him pressed against his face and wondered if he might be able to feed from him here. No, it wouldn’t be a nice thing to do and as much as he was curious the thought of hurting Tristan frightened him far away from the idea.

Slipping his tongue past his lips, he bathed Tristan’s sac and penis, and sucked and kissed his way down the inside of his right thigh, finding that vein. He felt his vampire teeth descend and moaned as he bit into the soft flesh. As Tristan’s sweet blood filled his mouth, he stroked his lover’s cock wishing it to be hard as it could be and ready for him.

Never really needing much, Minori was finished feeding, feeling rejuvenated and very rambunctious in a matter of two minutes. Lapping up the blood from Tristan’s thigh and his mouth, Minori grinned once more and mounted him. It almost hurt without oil, without some form of lubrication but he just didn’t care. He felt like home as his body was filled with his lover.

“After let me rest atop you with you inside of me. I feel so safe in your arms and even more so with you in side of me.”

'You're such a child at times.' Tristan thought and purred softly as Minori slid down his shaft. 'Once again we find ourselves in this position. But... I can't say that I dislike it, or that I was not immediately excited and anxious for it when I felt the notion cross your mind.' His thigh healed and he marveled at how well he felt having fed Minori twice in this evening on top of being in boat.

Suddenly, amidst the sweet gyrations of Minori's hips, grinding and loving against him, he became aware of the sloshing motions of the water around the wooden hull and he thought for a moment he would be sick. Normally he would be standing on deck or near a porthole, or somewhere that had rails and fresh air. Since none of that was available to him in his partially dressed and fucked state, he gripped Minori's hips tightly and gently, yet forcibly pulled and pushed to increase the pleasure of their position.

"My love, I will stay in you for as long as you want. You already know that if I had it my way, I'd never pull out from you." He smiled. It might have been a cocky smile, but it was because he too was feeling a bit childish and enamored. "Nngh!" he grunted suddenly as a tremor of pure ecstasy ran up his spine. For the first time in all of their love making, he felt completely incapacitated and silly and felt that he might come at any second, which he didn't want to do, not now, not when they'd just started.

'You feel divine.' And he wrapped his mind around a new lesson, 'Kiss me, Minori and I'll teach you how to share your memories.' Sliding his hands up from Minori's hips, his fingers gripped his lover's lightly sweating shoulders and guided his torso downward. When their lips finally met, he began.

'Is there something... you want to show me? Something sweet? Something painful? I do not mind. Show me something horrible, that you've been keeping locked away... something that you've been bearing all by yourself... show me that, for even though I cannot change the fact that it happened, I can at least share the burden of such a memory. And, my love, I feel... that I need to help you bear any evil that befell you... since I pushed my most painful memories onto you.'

He slid his tongue inside, black cascades of hair fell around their faces, and so he softly gathered it in his hands and held it behind Minori's head, while pressing him down and deepened in the kiss.

'Whatever memory you choose... think on it, and then, as if under the influence of alcohol, release your defenses. Memories are like books, protected by heavy leather bound and compressed wooden covers. Some of them are very difficult to open. But I want to open the cover of that memory. It is the only way I can read it.'

Fearful for what he was about to see, he waited and kissed, for kissing, he found, was the most efficient way of linking memories. He and Victoria had shared many memories, some of them he had offered, but most of them she had taken. She was strong enough to open the covers and pick the lock to every book and diary in his mind, while he could only see things that were kindly opened to him. Knowing this, he repeated his soft plea.

'I won't force it from you, my love. I will only see what you show me.'

Closing his eyes, thinking, giving his lover a whimpering moan, Minori tried to think of something safe to share with his lover. He didn’t want to relive anything too painful and there were some things he’d been forced to do that were so degrading and shameful he almost couldn’t bear them himself and certainly didn’t want Tristan to have to witness them.

He chose something soft, something sweet; something that still warmed him brought him comfort as he flipped through the scrolls of his memories. He preferred scrolls to books, scrolls had something of an ancient air about them where as books were relatively new to him and while he was young, he felt older than he was.

Breaking the spell that held it sealed for only him to see, he unrolled it and laid it flat for Tristan to see. He was no more than four years of age and it was night time. The stars were out, the moon high in the sky, reflecting off the waves of the sea. He sat cuddled and warmly wrapped in a blanket in his mother’s lap and arms on the beach just outside their tiny house. Twirling her long, soft obsidian hair between her fingers, he listened to her gentle voice as she sang him a lullaby about the Sakura trees.

His mother smiled down at him and caressed his cheek before placing a gentle kiss upon his forehead. He asked her to sing another one and she did, she always had but that nigh was special for instead of singing him to sleep with several more lullabies, she tickled him until he was fully awake then chased him down to the shore where they played in the water then spread the blanket upon the sand to sleep under the stars.

Minori had never felt so loved and alive in his life and once the memory ended he lay out a newer scroll to share where he felt the same feeling. He share the images, feelings, and emotions he’d felt when he and Tristan first made love. He showed him how alive he’d felt, how good he’d felt, and how wonderful it felt to have someone truly centered upon him who didn’t just want to use him but to be with him.

All the while, Minori continued to kiss his lover, continued to slide up and down his lover’s amazing cock, slowly, moaning softly with pleasure.

He felt, for several moments, while his lover skillfully teased and squeezed his embedded cock, that he was just a small child again, sitting with his own mother. It felt like his own mother. Everything felt so familiar and yet there were no blonde headed family members in sight - all was Asian and foreign and mystical and gorgeous and the woman's song was so luscious and captivating and, as if he was standing right there, he ached to sing it back to her.

"Mother... I love you... haha-ue." His alter existence within Minori's memory was merging his English self with a Japanese self. His mind was mixing words and emotions, the most prominent of which being love and the vibrant feeling of health and ease. In the dream world, it felt as if he were seeing as well as being Minori and he marveled at the adorable little boy, so innocent and inexperienced in hardships and pain and sex.

Though it was wrong to have such thoughts of a small child -- a child who, in a slightly older body, was riding his manhood, letting his anus suck on it freely, bringing almost to climax and then relaxing once more -- he wanted to somehow go back in time and hold the small Minori. Hold him, kiss him, touch him, and even make soft love to him, but without taking his innocence. It was an improper notion to say the least, but he so thoroughly loved Minori, that these emotions carried over even into borrowed memories.

The memory continued and Tristan almost cried at the immense endorphin rush of running along the beach, and the warmth of 'his' mother's body as he nuzzled against her.

'I want to lay with you like that Minori, on the beaches of Newquay. But I don't think the cause or our exhaustion will be from running.' He smiled inside of him, for a second he left Minori's head and recollected the sweet taste of tongue and lips. "Hmmm.. ummm... ngh!" He grunted and purred and groaned and brought one hand to the front of Minori's chest. So soft and innocent still. Everything about Minori was so young.

'I robbed the cradle with you. Forgive me.' He thought and ran his fingers across those dark and sensual nipples.

And then suddenly, another memory appeared to him. This one was a memory that he already shared with Minori. And, still kissing his lover, his lips curled into a sweet smile, and his closed eyes couldn't contain the impending moisture. All at once the images flourished around him, mixing with his own recollection and instantaneously he was living it, viewing, tasting it, and experiencing it from both his own and Minori's point of view. It was extreme and beautiful, and made their almost identical current situation feel nostalgic, erotic, and precious all at the same time.

It was too much for his body to bear. The beautiful ultra awareness of it all, the feeling from Minori... that feeling of being alive in a world where so many sensations were numbed. He was crying hard now, despite the warmth and comfort of it all, and he had to fight to maintain their kiss.

Trembling he rolled, with Minori still aloft, and brought them to their sides, then he rolled a bit further so that he lay atop his lover. His lips left Minori's mouth, for the sake of breathing and sobbing, only for a moment, just long enough to speak, "I am honored to hear your mother's voice. I am honored... that you..." his eyes burned and plump tears fell onto Minori's pale skin, "I am honored that I can make you feel... alive."

Returning to his sloppy kiss, he softly thrust into Minori, whose legs were wrapped around him tightly as if to invite him further. 'I will give you all of me.' He thought shyly and then quickly opened a book of his own. 'It's all right, Minori, I want you to look, I don't mind if you investigate, even while I sleep, even as we kiss casually. Everything in this silly mind of mine, all of my memories, fears, joys, and regrets... it is your sole right and privilege to know them.'

But the memory he unleashed was not one of regret or fear. It was quite possibly one of his most cherished memories in life. He was thirteen and sitting in the living room. There was a book in his hands, 'Dracula' by Bram Stoker, which was ironic to him all of a sudden. Thumbing nervously through a rather long and detailed Nina letter, he eventually gave up on trying to focus and threw the book gently to the floor. That was something he would normally never do, but the screams and cries coming from behind the closed door to his parents bedroom wholly unnerved him.

Though he was restless and irritated that it had been so long since he had last been updated, he managed to sit still, folding and unfolding his hands, sighing pitifully and gawking at the door. His vision was not perfect, but it was holding out. He brushed his blonde bangs away from his face and stared at the wood carvings, depicting the stations of the cross.

'What an outrageous door,' he often thought and found it rather funny that his Protestant mother had been willing to decorate the door in such a Catholic way. But then again, she always was one to put father's pleasure before her own. That was a trait Tristan picked up as well. And for a fleeting second he remembered what he was really doing, aside from the memory, and sped his thrusts, as he sucked on Minori's tender tongue.

The screams were getting worse, and he could hear his father's voice too, trying to soothe his mother, but failing in the attempt. At last the screams reached an apex and then another voice was heard: a small voice, a baby, crying and filling its lungs for the first time, with life giving air. His trembling hands slapped to his mouth as he suppressed adding an additional scream of joy to the mix.

Not daring to move, or breathe, or do anything to disrupt the moment, he waited. His heart was pumping so fast he thought he might pass out, when the doctor finally opened the door to let his father out of the room. His father was holding her... his baby sister... his precious little Anna.

Though her skin was blotchy and still slick from the juices of the womb, Tristan could see that she was special, that her small and new born body would one day become toned and strict, and she would do great things with her life. But alas, Tristan did not have the gift of foresight when he was alive and human, and so his visions of grandeur were misplaced and immature, and the result of his instant adoration.

The waiting, the screams of agony, the excitement, and finally seeing the most precious, tiny little baby in the world brought Minori to tears. He’d never really seen an infant so new, as fresh to the world or one as beautiful as Anna. It was amazing and he was in just as much awe and wonder as his lover was in the memory. He want to touch her, he wanted to feel her fragile little body in his arms, wanted to see her eyes, hear her little voice.

He leapt with Tristan in his lover’s memory and carefully took the baby girl in his arms. Minori had never had siblings, not blood related ones but he felt the love Tristan instantly felt for this tiny new little creature in their arms and he too loved the baby, as if she were his own sister. He wanted to protect her, shelter her from all the evil in the world. He wanted to watch her grow and see her smile, laugh. But for now just holding her was enough. Seeing her was more than he could have ever asked for.

So fragile, so precious.

Minori took the top again, as he gently rolled them over. He then deepened their kiss as his tears fell upon Tristan’s cheeks. ‘She is very beautiful. I love her and I do not know her.’

A little overwhelmed, Minori broke their kiss and smiled, lifting a hand to wipe his cheeks, stilling his hips for a moment. The memory still lingered in his mind like ribbons of a woven basket. He knew he’d never forget it, would always cherish it close to his heart. How could he not? As always Tristan gave him something beautiful, something worth… If he had to suffer all over again for more moments with Tristan such as these, he’d gladly do so. He’d never been so grateful for another living being other than his mother in his life.

Placing his hands upon Tristan’s torso, Minori smiled and clenched his anal muscles tight and began to ride him slowly, sensually. “My Kawaii…” Gently he gripped Tristan’s shoulder and pulled, asking him silently to sit up. “Domo Arigatou, for everything.”

Easing into a sitting position, he felt his penis move within Minori and he winced in pleasure. Wrapping his arms tightly around his lover, he shared not only his sweet memory of Anna, but the mutual love of the small delicate and fresh to life creature that was his baby sister.

As he felt his way through the memory, the feelings of protectiveness and surged within him, even more fiercely than when he'd first killed and remade Minori, and then had to feed him. These feelings, these 'brotherly' feelings, were so strong he almost wanted to pull out of his lover and regard him at a distance to the incestuous glory wane, but he didn't pull out. He would never pull away like that again. No matter the strangeness or the wrongness of his actions, he wanted nothing more than to stay firmly within his lover, that was appearing to him as so much more than simply a 16 year old Japanese boy.

Suddenly he saw him as a child, pure and unscathed, as a baby, completely innocent, as a brother, as a friend, as a his own offspring, and also as a husband. It made him shudder and moan, but still he could not pull away. 'My role has expanded, Minori. I see now, that it's not enough just to love you and cherish you. I refuse to make the same mistake my Mistress made with me. I will not leave you defenseless, or force you to discover your Vampiric traits all on your own. I will guide you... as I longed to guide and protect Anna in that first moment I saw her.'

As he spoke, his hands slowly moved down the expanse of Minori's artistically inked back, until his hands cupped that supple ass that seemed to delight in devouring him. Squeezing the cheeks, pressing them tightly together and then spreading them even further, he altered the grip of Minori's anus, and trembled at the new sensations.

"Minori... ngh.... God...." he breathed, and the innocence of the memory fluttered back into his mind, and raw passion and need came to the forefront. "I want you... to learn one more thing... oh sweet Minori... before... nnnnngh.... before we reach the port." He was having trouble making verbal sense, but he felt this was something he needed to say out loud.

When he had Minori's ass stretched as far as he could, he crept his right hand toward the center and slid his index finger inside the tight ring of muscle, making the fit even tighter. Wiggling the finger, he stimulated Minori's anus, as well as his own penis, and he gasped, then added his middle finger to the tight fit, breathing heatedly and bucking involuntarily at the new sensation.

Smiling, Minori wrapped his arms loosely around Tristan’s neck continuing his rise and fall at this sensual pace. They were making love again and so much more and he felt almost whole, not quite but almost and it was enough to not only make him feel like home, such a fleeting and far away thing to him, but almost magical.

His lover’s hands roaming down his back enchanted him, eliciting soft moans from his throat, made the ship, the musty salt licked, dank air around them, and even the sea they were now traveling across melt away until all that was left was the two of them. And Tristan’s hands drew lower and lower, finally caressing his ass. “Mmm, Kimochi,” He moaned, rising a little higher and a little faster only to grin himself harder when he sank down.

A great surprise befell Minori as his lover’s hands parted and squeezed his butt cheeks together. No one had ever really done that before and it was so good it made his mouth water in wanton.

But Tristan wasn’t finished in his surprises, Minori quickly learned and the most erotic and amazing thing that had ever been done to him happened. He felt Tristan’s finger slipping into his body along side his lover’s cock, stretching him further, wiggling. Minori’s hips jerked rather hard and he yelped in pleasure and rode him a little faster.

A second finger was added and his head jerked back exposing his throat, his eyes squeezing shut. It was so good it hurt and he screamed unabashedly like a wanton whore from the pleasure district, “MOTTO AISHITE! MOTTO FUKAKU! KIMOCHI! NGGGG! BOKU WA YARUSHITE YO! KIMOCHI KIMOCHI!” And he clenched his rear as hard as he could, sure his body would tear and bleed again but knowing it would heal, he was perfectly happy.

He had tried to hold onto his thought, tried to make sense of his words and his mind, but Minori's insane pleasure and vulgar language coursed through him and the evil and reckless spirit that had caused him to ream his lover's ass while bidding him to yell out the window suddenly returned. He found himself incapable of speech for a few moments. Only garbled moans escaped his lips and the sweet purr of the gentle cat was replaced with a whistling breaths and sexy pants that rose and subsided with each gyration of Minori's plunging hips.

Pressing his chest into Minori's as hard as he could and flexing his stomach muscles until he was on the point of imminent exhaustion, he found that his arm had more leeway, and so ventured to slide yet a third finger into his sweet lover. "Minori... yes...I'll love you more... I'll give you anything you want! God! Let me love you hard!" He panted into Minori's neck so beautifully arched and stretched before him.

Twisting the third finger in tandem with the first two, he observed his lover's tortured reactions and he couldn't help but smile. Pleased that he could make a Geisha blush, he used his other hand to continued squeezing his ass, shrinking and widening the hole as he did so.

Slipping his tongue out of his mouth, he delicately traced the jugular vein on Minori's neck. It was the only soft and sweet motion at the time, as his fingers and hips were doing their best to agitate the sweet young man. In contrast to all of this, his tongue was attempting to soothe him.

'Minori. Focus on my words. Focus on my body. I want to train you, my love. I want you to know yourself.' As he thought this, his fingers pressed deeper and deeper, and the feeling made him choke on a groan. 'We're being so loud. It's so beautiful. The most beautiful song I've ever heard Minori.'

His mind spoke sweetly while his earthly voice cried out harshly, "I can't... take it anymore... fuck... oh God! Minori... touch me, oh please... fuck me... fuck me with every part of your body." He throat was constricted but somehow he managed to get the words through his lips.

"Kiss me! Kiss me please!" He begged and nibbled frantically at Minori's collarbone. He would have grabbed his lover's head and forced it down to his lips, but then he would have had to stop molesting his ass, and it was far too addicting to even think of pulling either hand away. "Kiss me... I love you... please..." his voice caught and he sobbed as he asked. His three fingers combined with his cock, which felt engorged beyond comfort and human endurance, stretched his lover's sweet ring to the limit.

Finally sweet lips touched his own and he cried again, fully releasing his tension in the form of salty tears, seemingly so human and yet so very different.

Pumping his fingers, he drew his legs inward to stabilize himself and then he forced his mind to remember his little sister, to remember the ultimate form of love, which was protection and gentleness. As he thought this, he felt a slick warmth traveling all around his fingers and he grimaced in their kiss, realizing that he had managed to, yet again, tear his sweet lover's soft internal flesh.

'Forgive me... my... precious one.' Since he could not be gentle at this moment, he would at least accomplish the protective part. 'I suspect, Minori, that you are gifted far beyond me. I suspect that you possess something called Siren Song. Because, you see, I cannot refuse you. And I am delighted to serve your every whim... but if you do possess this gift, we must hone it and refine it and strengthen it so that you may flourish... especially if there ever comes a time....' and here he paused and lamented bringing up such a morose image during such sublime and passionate fucking, 'if ever I were to die, and leave you all alone, just like what Victoria did to me. I want you to be confident, I want your skills to be practiced and perfected, and I want you to find someone to satisfy your loneliness. This is why, I will not rest until I teach you and guide you and give you everything you need to survive.... without me.'

His body ached, and was stir crazy and, with a twinge of regret, he released his left hand from its ass check duties and brought it around to Minori's front. Sweetly and somberly, though his fingers still tore into his lover and tickled and tormented the both of them, he began to stroke the young man's cock, running his thumb and forefinger up it's length and back down again. He did this several times, until he paused the rhythm and scraped a fingernail across the opening of the tip. "God you are beautiful." He said, at last breaking the kiss.

Minori felt beautiful, he felt alive, felt real and safe. He felt like he fit in this almost complete puzzle but this puzzle was missing two very important pieces. One belonged to him the other belonged to Tristan. Still it was a wonderful puzzle!

Kami above! Minori fucked Tristan, rising and falling as hard as he could while listening and tried to focus upon his lover’s lexicon within his head. He wanted to give him more and more until they both broke, until they were both too exhausted to fuck anymore, until they both bled as he was now.

He’d been stretched too far, too quickly, was bleeding enough for even himself to feel but it was paradise and he’d not stop bearing down upon his lover’s fingers and cock even if someone threatened the world’s destruction. Who cared about the world or anything or anyone in it when he had his Tristan, his Golden Kami?

‘No!’ Minori snapped grabbing a handful of Tristan’s flaxen hair as Tristan broke the kiss and yanked his head toward him, crushing his lips against his lover’s. He couldn’t think on anything else but what they were doing, the almost overload of his senses as he opened up to his lover and wrapped him in the ribbon of his pleasure. Minori let his tongue make a lewd parody of Tristan’s fingers and cock inside of him, let his moans and pants come freely without a care.

Oh Kami! Everything was… was, Tristan’s skin pressed against his, his hand, his fingers, his cock, his voice, that finger nail! Gasping and letting out a scream of intense passion as his body tensed and his back arched, Minori came violently. He was forced to break their kiss in the end as he felt a second powerful orgasm rip through him, one that left him shaking almost uncontrollably and yet all he could think on was that he wanted, no desperately needed Tristan to feel the wrath of what he’d done to him. Minori needed Tristan to cum just as violently as he had.

Weakly wrapping his shaky arms around his lover’s neck, he said in a very commanding yet smooth and almost singing and sweet voice, “Come for me, fill me with your essence my Kawaii. Do it now!”

Such unbearable and precious heat spattered his chest and chin. It was immediate and insanely erotic. Tristan gasped at the smell of Minori's liquid sex, and just when he thought he couldn't stand it anymore, that he wanted to lap at it, smear it all over the both of them, let it soak into them, and nourish them in it's own sensual way... Minori came again and coated him anew.

Tristan was shaking now, almost collapsing against the tremendous feel of his lover's release, and then something entered his ear. Something intangible and yet more compelling than any tongue or finger. It was something he dreaded and yet knew was necessary. As he raised his eyes to Minori, he saw those tender and gorgeous lips forming the words that he knew he could not escape from. In this instant, if Minori told his heart to stop beating, it would.

"As you wish." He breathed gently in response to Minori's command. Still, a tiny sliver of resistance arose and he suddenly lunged forward, slipping his free hand into that raven hair. He tugged Minori into a violent kiss, and then obeyed his order.

The orgasm began somewhere in his chest, in his heart, which beat only for Minori, and then shot like flame into his gut and bowels. Shot like a stream of lava filling his penis, overwhelming his balls, forcing every muscle in his body to tense and tremble. He removed his fingers from Minori's quivering anus just in time. And then he came with all the fire of hell leaking from his cock, pushing forth, endlessly upward, into Minori. His hips and ass felt as though they were seizing on their own, as he pumped himself until not a drop of his seed remained.

His hand shook and he bit down on Minori's lip, hard enough to break the skin. A shrill moan sounded from his throat, but it's horrible and beautiful sound was muted by Minori's lavishing tongue and lips. 'My body... oh God, Minori... see how my body aims to please you... see how it would die for you... do you understand, my love, that I would perish without you!'

His mind raced as entire galaxies appeared and disappeared behind his tightly clenched eyes. Suddenly he was very tired. Dead in fact. And his lips even lost their strength as they released the kiss.

Falling, as in death, he lay completely still, his back on the kimono covered floor, his chest heaving, his genitals, ass, legs, and even tummy twitching pathetically. And all of this was because Minori willed it to be. There was no doubt in Tristan's mind now. His lover, just like Victoria, was graced with the ability to control people merely through their voice.

'Be gentle with me, Minori... for I am weak against such things. Easily destroyed. I'm sorry to be such an embarrassment, but...' and then he continued in a worn out voice, "I don't think, I can move." He smiled seductively at Minori and longed to reach his arms around him, but found himself totally and wholly incapacitated by the mind and body numbing climax.

Excitement and wonder filled Minori as Tristan came. The hot seed filling him was… so hot it was almost searing him from the inside out. Never had he felt cum so tick and warm, so soft and yet tantalizing. It was delicious. And Tristan was the most beautiful being he’d ever had the pleasure of laying eyes upon. Even his rich voice sounded like beauty if beauty could bear a sound.

He stayed perched upright as Tristan fell back with a soft thud and cocked his head to the right with an innocent confused look. What had he done? Why did Tristan think he was such an embarrassment when he gave him everything and had taught him so much? Minori just did not understand. But then smiled and as Minori opened his mouth to ask what it was he’d done wrong, almost loosing himself in his lover’s glittering red eyes, lusty smile, and sweat slicked skin, he felt Tristan’s cum beginning to seep from his body. The very sensation of it made him pant; made him hard and he balled his trembling fists, whimpering in short, soft, little whimpers between breathless pants.

“Ha… ne… uh…uh…Kimochi Haaaa!” and he came again, his semen spraying Tristan’s torso and taking the last of Minori’s strength with it.

Weakly, he fell atop him, clinging with a shaking body, panting. ‘That has never happened before!’ He sent in astonishment then giggled happily, exhaustedly.

As weak as he was he still found enough strength to snuggle as much as he could in this position and for a long moment he was beyond thrilled, happy, and excited. But it was all too soon short lived. Other words from his lover began to rise in his reflecting of this wonderful encounter. The lessons, the… A tear trickled from his eye and along the side of his nose.

“Tristan?” He whispered. “Promise me you will never leave me. Promise me you will never let anything take you from me. If you perish I shall soon follow.” He’d never felt this way about anyone in his life and his heart broke, his heart burned with a jealous fury as he remember catching something about Victoria in Tristan’s thoughts but had been too wrapped up in their love making to hone in on it. Even now he wasn’t completely sure what it was but it stabbed a poisoned dagger into his chest.

“I do not want you to die!” He cried. “It aches to think such things. Do not say them ever again! Please Tristan, I love you!” He didn’t voice his jealousy of his lover’s ‘Victoria’ thoughts during their love making; it would be cruel of him, after all Victoria had made Tristan a vampire. She had been a tremendous part of Tristan’s life and it would be like Tristan telling him to never think of Daisuke or Okaa-san. It was something he could never do, however that didn’t mean he couldn’t be upset about it.

Still he wept and clung to the golden Kami, whispering his love over and over again until he was too worn to speak and sleep was dragging him down.

"No... please don't..." Tristan could barely make the words. It felt so divine, lying there, completely bathed in cum and warmed by his lover's spent body. But Minori's sudden tears and pain made him panic. 'I can't move to hold you. I don't know what's wrong with me. I want to hold you so bad. Please, Minori, do not sleep yet. Do not sleep anywhere but in my arms.'

It infuriated him not to have strength, but he had to admit, the amazing and lingering high of his last orgasm made the sacrifice of his body seem a fair one, even a small one, to make.
"Minori, I'm scared. I don't want to die either. I never want to leave you." He was crying and breathing in shallow pouts. Finally his fingers twitched and he felt life flowing through his arms. "Minori... I'm sorry... I did not mean ... to hurt you. Oh God, please..." He had heard the subtle jealousy inside of Minori, as if Jealousy were a vicious whisper and its teeth sank in his heart, "I only mentioned her because... she was the one who possessed the gift you now have. I suppose some of her blood... the blood that made me.... is in you now. I'm sorry."

With all the energy he could muster he rolled to his side, forcing Minori onto his side as well. Lying together, facing each other, Tristan weakly drew his hand up to his lover's face. "When she died... the grief and the loneliness were so... strangling. I thought I would die along with her, in fact I wanted to. But I didn't die, Minori. You saved me. And so... I know I'm weak. If ever you left me, in the same manner that Victoria left me... I would die instantly. I know this. But you are so strong. So beautiful and perfect. You are like a miracle in my hands. How can I be so blessed to even touch your skin... to even breathe your air? I know not. But you are a survivor. In your short life, you've been through hardships that I cannot even imagine and yet you lived. You've been as lonely and grief-stricken as I... and yet you managed to smile for me when I entered your parlor. If..." his head was very tired, but he pushed it forward anyway and nuzzled his lover.

"If I did die... if... I just want to know... that you'd survive and that you could find happiness." His eyes flowed unabashedly. Even when he was mortal, he didn't like to speak of death. And now that he was an immortal, it seemed a particularly cruel thing to discuss, but for some reason it was very important to him.

'Yes, Tristan. You should be worried about things like that. For silly little slaves often follow in their Master's footsteps. And if the Vampire Consulate ever finds you.... Minori will have to 'survive' on his own, much sooner than you think.'

A terrifying voice flitted through his consciousness and in that one moment he seemed to regain all of his strength. Suddenly he surged forth and wrapped his arms around his young lover and held him so tightly he thought he might break him. "I love you so much. And only you. I have never.... never!... felt like this. I am nothing without you. I will never leave you. No matter what terrible things my Mistress echoes in my head. No matter what she.... what her ghost says to me... no matter..."

As he spoke, he got a sudden chill, as if Victoria were standing over him and he turned to look. It was a young man, wearing sea worn clothes. Probably a castaway and stumbling in the dark, drawn, no doubt to the sounds of their love making and chatter. Tristan looked at him and then at Minori. "Perhaps there is one more lesson I can teach you today.

He moved quickly, though not as fast as he could had he not died from ecstasy. He put his arm around the man, and turned his head to look Tristan straight in the eyes. Emitting a slight amount of thrall, for the man was clearly drunk and it didn't take much persuasion, Tristan led him over to the Kimono bed. "Let us drink from him, Minori." His lips lightly grazed the man's neck. It was a very sexual act, but in his heart, he gave off no feelings of arousal, only of hunger. Presently he laid the man, completely subdued, down between them, then he bowed his head to the floor and asked, "Please, my love. This is something that is painful. But necessary. I would be honored if you would make the first bite."