Pain and Pleasure

Chapter 13

“This is it?” Sajore asked with a questioning glance as he squeezed Xir’ag’s hand a little tighter.

The Drow looked up and nodded with a slight smile on his face.

A huge black wall loomed over them, a tiny, almost invisible door in the middle of it. There was a lonely Drow soldier sitting in front of it, looking as though he was taking a break, dosing in the peaceful, quiet cave.

This was the headquarters of The House Qua'laen ilythiiri: the only house of Underdark with a Matron that was not a Drow, where men were not looked down on and where everyone was welcome. This was the refugee house of many.

This was also Shaya’s home, maybe theirs too if everything went well. Sajore doubted it, he was not as optimistic as Xir’ag about this meeting, even when he was actually looking forward of seeing his little sister. He truly hoped everything would go well. They had walked for almost a day to get here, and the three days spent in the tunnels before that were getting them both tired, they needed a place to rest and be safe.

Xir’ag walked up to the Drow, who stood up as they got closer. The wizard simply smiled to the man and said
“I’m back.”

The man stared at him for a long time and then a small smile spread to his lips.

Sajore growled. ‘Why was that guy smiling at Xir’ag?’

Xir’ag glanced at the vampire and sniggered.

“Just a moment, I’ll let them know.” The guard said and walked inside through a door that was cleverly hidden in the rock wall and closed right behind him.

The two men were left to stand there and wait until he got back. When he finally did, he just winked at Xir’ag and opened the door for them lazily.

Xir’ag stepped in like he was really going home and Sajore followed suspiciously.

A huge man with red wings was waiting for them in the courtyard inside. As he saw Xir’ag, his face softened a bit, but he still looked serious and slightly threatening.

The Drow were small compared to Sajore, especially the men, so he had become used to being the tallest one of the crowd almost everywhere he went. But now he had to look up at the man who was over half a head taller than him and he felt slightly offended by that fact.

The man cleared his throat and sniffed.

Sajore stared at him.

Xir’ag was sniggering again.

“We thought you were dead, no offence.” The man stated.

Xir’ag smiled brightly. “I almost was, but he saved me.” He pointed at Sajore “But then I couldn’t come back. But now I- we are here, to stay, if it’s ok with you?”

“I can’t decide that, but I have nothing against it either. And who is he?”

“I know you can’t make that decision, but I’m sure Shaya will be happy to see him.”

Yvain grunted and furrowed his brow. “Shaya? Happy? Why?”

Xir’ag sniggered more. “Just call her here if she has the time. And don’t worry, he’s not competition.” His mouth twitched as he added the last sentence.

Yvain stared at Sajore. “Aha.” He said as he turned his back on them and walked away.

“What the hell?” Sajore glared at his winged back and then turned to Xir’ag, who was holding his breath so as to not burst out laughing. This was going to be so much fun! “He went to get Shaya.”

“He was weird,” the vampire mumbled, pouting.

“He’s always like that, don’t worry, you’ll get used to it eventually.”

“Yeah. He seems very stable.”

Xir’ag couldn’t help the giggle that escaped his lips.

Sajore glared at him. “What is so damn funny?”

“I knew you were going to act like this. It’s just so much fun to watch.”

“How did you know that?” Sajore pouted more.

Xir’ag was saved from answering as a loud squeal came from the other side of the yard and then he was buried in black hair and shiny red velvet.

“Xir’ag! I missed you so!” Shaya laughed and spun around with the giggling Drow.

Sajore stared at them; it was strange to see those two together. They were almost the same height, Xir’ag was only slightly taller.

Shaya had not changed one bit. She still had that gorgeous black hair she was always so proud of, and she still liked to dress up. But the look on her face was something Sajore had not seen in a long, long time. Last time he had seen Shaya, she had been tormented, serious, gloomy, distant and mostly cranky. Now she was all smiles and laughter, her red eyes shining brightly with happiness.

She stopped as her eyes found Sajore. She stepped away from Xir’ag, her eyes widening and her lips parting slightly. “By the gods.” She gasped. “How is this possible?” She rushed to him and began to touch his face and hair, as if to test if he was really there.

Sajore quickly glanced at Xir’ag, who was slowly coming closer.

“I hope it’s ok that I brought him with me. I had to.” Xir’ag said softly.

Shaya turned to face him, then turned back to Sajore. “I can’t believe this. You’re here with him? How-what-how do you know each other?”

Xir’ag just smiled. It was Sajore’s turn to say something.

“It’s a long story and I have no idea where to start?” Sajore laughed softly.

The sound of his laughter caused Shaya’s eyes to widen once more. “You’ve changed!” She whispered.

“So have you.” He answered, an almost gentle look on his face. “I’m sorry.” he added quietly.

“For what?” she frowned.

“For leaving you alone.”

She smiled. “You did the right thing. If I would have hung around with you, I’ve had never met Yvain.”

“Him?” Sajore glanced at the winged man who still stood a little ways away, arching his eyebrows.

Shaya nodded.

Yvain cleared his throat. “What’s going on? I’m lost.” He stated as he looked from one to the other.

Shaya and Xir’ag started to giggle and Shaya pulled Sajore after them, into the big castle that stood in the middle of the yard. “Let’s go to a more comfortable place to tell everything.”

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They were soon all sitting at one end of a long stone table. Shaya and Yvain sat close to each other, Sajore at the end and Xir’ag next to him on the other side, in front of Shaya and Yvain.

“So, tell me everything!” Shaya yelled excitedly, making Sajore jump.

Xir’ag giggled again.

“Where do I start?” Sajore asked.

“How about with the fact that you don’t seem to be such an asshole anymore," Shaya stated as she took a sip from the glass that was in front of her.

Sajore glared at her but only sighed deeply. “Yeah. I’ve changed from those times.”

Under the table he slipped his hand onto Xir’ag’s thigh and the Drow entwined his fingers with his, squeezing his hand gently.

“What’s going on? Why are you here?”

“We were forced to leave Xir’ag’s house.” Sajore just said.

Shaya glared at Xir’ag as he grinned sheepishly. “You damn spy.” She fumed.

Xir’ag lowered his head in embarrassment. Shaya laughed and Xir’ag raised his head up, looking surprised. “You knew?”

“Of course I knew, I’m the Matron of this damn house.” She stood up and for a brief moment Sajore was afraid she was going to slap Xir’ag, but she only petted his hair and then sat back down.

Sajore had tensed and was now observing every movement Shaya made.

She glared at him. “What are you, his bodyguard?”

“Something like that.” Sajore mumbled.

“Oh come on, don’t start fighting now,” Xir’ag barked and made them both turn their heads toward him. Sajore squeezed his hand as an apology and Shaya just grinned and leaned back in her chair.

“Where were we?” She asked as she folded her legs over Yvain’s.

“We still don’t know why they are here, where Sajore has been all this time, why he has changed so much, or how they know each other.” Yvain listed.

Xir’ag giggled again.

Shaya smiled and kissed his cheek quickly. “Thank you darling.” She turned to face Sajore. “So, why are you here?”

“We thought we could come here, since we had no other place to go.”

“Okay. Where have you been all this time?”

“I’ve been travelling on the surface, creating problems for myself and doing stupid stuff. Then I came to the Underdark and have been here ever since.”

“I had no idea you were here too. How long have you known that I’m here?”

“Since Xir’ag told me that he met you.”

“Aha! That brings me to the question of how do you know each other? You don’t seem to have anything in common.”

Sajore glanced at Xir’ag as the Drow turned to look back at him. For a passing moment they stared at each other, searching for the words to explain. They held tighter on to each others hands and Sajore was just about to say something as they heard Shaya gasp.

“By the gods.” She was staring at them, first Sajore, then Xir’ag, then back to Sajore.

“What?” Both of the men said at once.

Her eyes were huge. “This, wow, this explains a lot of things.” She mumbled.

Sajore frowned. “What?” He repeated.

Shaya’s red eyes turned to Xir’ag and she grinned lopsidedly at him. “You told me that there was someone who reminded you of me and made you smile that happy, but sad smile.” She pointed her finger at the Drow and then turned her gaze on Sajore.

“Reminded you of me? Oh my god!” She gasped again.

Xir’ag smiled slightly.

“How the hell did it happen?” Her eyes glowed deep red as she jumped up and leaned her hands on the table.

Xir’ag laughed.

Sajore raised their hands onto the table, their fingers still tightly held together.

Shaya stared at the joined hands, falling quiet.

Yvain let out a surprised sound. “Huh?!”

Xir’ag started to giggle again.

“They are together, the same as the way we are, as in they spend their time naked in a bed, as in, what the hell, I never thought Sajore could ever have a real relationship!” She fumed at Yvain and then turned to look at Xir’ag. “Is he treating you well?” She asked seriously.

“Hey!” Sajore protested and Xir’ag started to laugh harder.

Shaya jumped up excitedly and circled around the table to hug Xir’ag tightly. Then she moved a bit further and took Xir’ag’s hand into hers and smiled. “Welcome to the family.”

Xir’ag stared at her, feeling how his throat suddenly felt tight.

“Thank you,” he whispered, squeezing both hands the sister and brother were holding.

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“This will be your room while you stay here, even if you decide to stay for good.” She smiled, running around the wide room, arranging stuff as she went. The whole space was filled with blankets and furs, from floor to ceiling. It had a huge fireplace in the corner and a big fluffy, white fur in front of it. There was a smaller room on the side where they could hear running water from a bath. And in the middle of the room there was a huge bed with warm blankets and big pillows. Everything looked warm and homey.

“This used to be my room before I moved into the same room with Yvain, so it’s very nice.” She grinned widely, looking surprisingly like Sajore.

The men smiled back approvingly. It was indeed a nice room. It was almost as big as Xir’ag’s, but much warmer and more inviting than the stony, cold laboratory. They both had to admit that they both still missed the old room. Or maybe it was just the memories it held.

Shaya spun around once and then dragged Yvain out of the room, his wings touching the doorframe as he passed though it. He nodded to them and closed the door behind them.

“Let us know if you need anything.” Shaya yelled thru the door and then they heard her happy chatter fade away.

Sajore yawned and plopped down on the fur in front of the fire.

Xir’ag followed him, falling onto his back so that his head was resting on Sajore’s thigh. “Mmmmm,” the Drow murmured and closed his eyes.

“Are we going to sleep here?”

“No, we’ll go to bed soon.” Xir’ag mumbled back.

Sajore laughed softly, stroking his hair. “You’re going to fall asleep in a second. We should quickly take a bath and then go to sleep. I can carry you and even undress you.”

Xir’ag smiled, finally opening his eyes. “Mmmm, that sounds good,” he said, tossing his cloak over his shoulders to the floor and sniffed the air. “We are going to need new clothes soon.” He wrinkled his nose, the cloak was definitely smelling of sweat. Running around the Underdark was smelly business.

Sajore stood up, dragging him with him, and soon they were in the bathroom, their clothes scattered all over the place. Somehow they had also ended up kissing, Xir’ag pinned to the floor of the bath, warm water running over them and Sajore’s hands running all over him.

“I love to bath with you,” the vampire growled into his ear, making Xir’ag shiver. He yanked Sajore’s hair and made him moan. He had found out that tugging the vampire’s hair drove him crazy. Sajore stared at him with heavy-lidded eyes and then kissed him hungrily.

“We, uh, should really go to the bed, the floor is kind of uncomfortable.” Xir’ag whispered when Sajore moved down and began to ravish his neck with his tongue. The vampire muttered something back and then already lifted him up again.

He tossed Xir’ag a big towel and then washed up quickly as he watched Xir’ag dry himself. The Drow seemed to be very determined to get all of his toes dry, as he knelt in front of Sajore, revealing his delicious butt just in front of him. Sajore grinned. He was clean enough.

He shook himself like a dog and stole the towel from Xir’ag, licking his back. Then he was pushing Xir’ag in front of him to the bed where he tossed the Drow across it.

Xir’ag rose to sit up and Sajore knelt in front of the bed, dragging him closer.

“You look good enough to eat,” he murmured as he opened the Drow’s legs wider and kissed his thighs.

Xir’ag leaned back onto his arms and grinned. “You care for a taste?”

Sajore nodded, grinning under the thick veil of black hair. He licked the already hard shaft and kneaded his balls, sucking at the tip of the cock, growling deep in his throat.

Xir’ag moaned, opening his legs more and lifting his hips. “Ah, suck me, please,” he pleaded heatedly and Sajore obeyed.

He sucked the cock into his mouth and then quickly back out and back in, stroking the underside with his tongue.

Xir’ag tossed his head back as his hips met the sucking mouth eagerly.

Sajore released his other hand from his thigh and snaked it under his balls, circling the tight entrance slowly.

Xir’ag lifted his legs on the vampire’s shoulders and urged him on. “More!” He yelped raggedly as Sajore slid his hand along his shaft, working his mouth fast on it. Xir’ag moaned and he had to smile, even with his mouth full of cock.

It was almost too good to just to watch the Drow wither under his touch. He growled, the sound vibrating straight to Xir’ag’s cock. He pushed two fingers into his entrance, making Xir’ag moan and toss his head to the other side, his wet, white hair covering his face. Sajore could only see his slightly parted lips gasping for air.

Then Sajore froze. He felt a presence in the room and pulled his fingers out of Xir’ag. The Drow whelped and then froze too.

“Meeeep!... Wha-what the HELL!” He yelled, trying to cover himself with the sheets with trembling hands.

Shaya was standing on the door, peeking in, her eyes glassy and glowing.

Sajore groaned. “What is it?”

Xir’ag turned his head, his face starting to feel very hot. Sajore’s sister had just seen him getting a very, very good blowjob. Oh gods, he wanted to sink under the bed.

Sajore on the other hand didn’t seem the least bit embarrassed. He got up, without bothering to cover himself and walked to the door, pushing Shaya aside and back to the hallway. “Knock. Before. You. Enter.”

“Oh come on, it’s not the first time I see you getting it on, besides I had to make sure you two were for real and not just acting,” she pouted, “and it was just getting interesting, why did you stop? He sounded so cute.”

Sajore narrowed his eyes. “Because his cute sounds belong only to me and you might have seen me having sex before, but I don’t want you to see Xir’ag. Okay?”

Shaya pouted more, crossing her arms over her chest. “Well, damn.”

Xir’ag was crawling under the sheets, hiding his head under the pillows. ‘Embarrassing, oh god, embarrassing.’

“Did you have something to say or did you just come to bother us? Your intrusion flattened Xir’ag’s mood completely, so spit it out so we can get some sleep.” Sajore growled.

Shaya finally looked slightly embarrassed. “I'll try not to do it again and yes, I had something to say.”

“Try?” Sajore glared and when Shaya said nothing, he continued, “What was it that you wanted to say?”

“That you should turn the fire on when you go to sleep, it gets cold here in the night time.”

Sajore groaned, leaning on the door. “That’s it? Fuck you.” He said and threw the door shut, dragging a heavy chair in front of it. He glanced at the bundle on the bed and walked the short way to it and then knelt next to the bed. “Xir’ag, come on, get out from there.”

“No,” a muffled reply came from under the blankets.

Sajore wanted to laugh and cry. He wanted him so much but knew that that was probably the last thing Xir’ag was wanting right now. “It’s really ok. She has seen it all, she’s been there while I was fucking strangers, while the demon has had a total hold of me. I never cared if she saw, she’s my sister. I know she likes you and did it just to tease you.”

Xir’ag peeked out from under the blankets. “But I can never look her in the eyes ever again!”

“Oh come on, it’s not that bad.” Sajore laughed and tossed the rest of the blankets aside, revealing the flushed Drow under them.

“She will try to not to do that again?” Xir’ag groaned. “We are never having sex inside this house again.”

“Whaaat?” Sajore looked horrified and threw his hands to the bed. Then he fell silent for a moment as Xir’ag just kept huffing. “Okay, I’m going to let her know that we are not going to take this shit. Tomorrow.”

Xir’ag glared at him. “Okay.”

“So can we please get back to the business?”

“No.”

“Xir’ag, please, I’m in pain,” Sajore whimpered.

Xir’ag had to giggle a bit to the tormented look on Sajore’s face. “Only if you come under these blankets and they will stay over us!”

“But it’s so hot under there.”

Xir’ag arched an eyebrow. “And that’s a bad thing how?”

Sajore sniggered and threw himself on the bed, tossing the blankets onto the floor.

Xir’ag shouted. “Hey!”

But Sajore was fast and Xir’ag was soon muffled out of any objection as Sajore’s tongue dived into his mouth. The vampire ground himself against Xir’ag and moaned against his lips.

“Mweit-wait” Xir’ag gasped.

“No blankets,” Sajore groaned back and attacked his neck.

Xir’ag froze for a moment, then pushed Sajore off from him and slowly moved to the edge of the bed, dropping to the floor.

“What are you doing?” Sajore asked, not able to suffocate the laugh that left his lips.

“I said I wanted to be under the blanket and you dropped it here.” Xir’ag growled and buried himself under the warm blanket again.

Sajore sighed and dropped himself onto the floor next to the big lump, lifting the edge of the comforter and slipping under it.

Sajore could clearly see Xir’ag’s red eyes glowing in the darkness and could feel his hot breath on his face. “Are you seriously saying that you want to do it here?” He was surprised as Xir’ag attacked him, straddling him and pushing him onto his back. He was hovering on top Sajore, grinding their shafts against each other. The action made the taller man gasp.

“All right, no complaints from me.” Sajore sniggered as he grabbed a better hold of the Drow’s butt cheeks, giving them a firm squeeze.

Xir’ag grinned and started to kiss him passionately, moving his body against the vampires.

Sajore felt Xir’ag’s hand fumble between them and then grasping a firm hold of both of their organs. He started to stroke them with fast, strong movements that left Sajore gasping. He held his hands on Xir’ag’s buttocks, squeezing him closer but letting him do all the work, until slipping a finger onto his still wet entrance.

Xir’ag trembled and arched his back to give him more access.

He pushed in a second finger and curved them both inside him.

The Drow shuddered, burying his face into the nape of his neck and gasping into his ear. “I want to ride you.”

Sajore stopped his fingers in shock “Ride me?”

Xir’ag ground himself against Sajore, his only answer a begging whimper for more. Then he suddenly lifted himself up.

Sajore’s fingers slipped out of him as he moved. Sajore was just about to object as the Drow took his organ into his hand and guided it to his entrance. Sajore’s eyes widened and glowed in the darkness. “Are you sure? We haven’t used any lube. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I’ll be the one doing the moving, so I wont get- unh- hurt,” Xir’ag gasped, as he slowly sat on Sajore, swallowing his cock into him, inch by inch, gently rocking back and forth to get a better fit.

Sajore groaned and dropped his head to the floor, the blanket moved and dropped around them, revealing the flustered Drow above him.

Soon Xir’ag was fully seated on him and gasping for breath, too deep in lust to notice that the blanket was gone. “So, ah, deep,” he moaned out, starting to move a little more.

Sajore fisted his hands at his sides, pulling the blanket completely off of them and gripped the carpet with his nails, wanting to be sure not to hurt the Drow.

“The blanket,” Xir’ag whispered, suddenly sitting still and shivering slightly.

Sajore looked at him, every single cell in his body screaming at him to take a hold of the Drow and thrust deep into that hot, tight body of his. The blanket. He groaned and shook his head. “I want to see you.”

Xir’ag closed his eyes and tightened his inner muscles.

Sajore groaned, tossing his head and ripping the carpet into shreds. “Xir’ag, I want to see you,” he repeated with a desperate voice. He would not give up. He thrusted his hips up and made Xir’ag yelp, his eyes rolled back in his head and then the Drow started to move slowly, not saying a word anymore.

Xir’ag was moving faster and faster, his breath coming out in shallow gasps. He placed his hands on Sajore’s chest, shivering slightly as he moved.

Sajore watched him and felt the slight shiver that caused his cock to throb inside the Drow. ‘Heaven,’ he kept repeating in his mind. ‘This is pure bliss. Nothing can top this.’

The Drow moved faster and harder, starting to gasp. Xir’ag ground his teeth together and pressed his fingernails into Sajore’s skin as his orgasm made him cry out, his muscles tightening and curling his body tight against Sajore’s. His back arched as his seed flew onto Sajore’s chest, his long fingers curling into fists on his chest, scratching bloody gashes on the pale skin as his whole body shook above the vampires. His inner muscles grasped Sajore so tightly into his hot tunnel that the vampire practically howled at the feeling.

He followed Xir’ag’s climax with his own, ripping the carpet open with his nails and growling loudly, his eyes shut tightly. He felt Xir’ag convulse over him again as the Drow felt his seed filling him. He quickly opened his eyes to see him.

Xir’ag’s face was towards the ceiling, but soon he slumped down, spent, his eyes half closed. He had a completely sated look on his face and was breathing with his lips slightly parted.

Sajore smiled tiredly, lifting his hand to caress his cheek.

Xir’ag sighed deeply and smiled back a tired smile, finally collapsing on him.

They fell asleep there on the floor, still joined, tired and feeling safe.

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They woke up to a knock on the door just before it was flung open, revealing a far too happy and awake vampire girl. The chair holding the door closed flew into the wall and shattered and Shaya ignored it completely as she burst in like a tornado.
“Good morning boys! Breakfast is set for Xir’ag in the dining room. I want Sajore to come and grab breakfast with me.”

She stopped in front of their bed and peered over it to see the boys tangled together on the floor. She smiled down at them as Xir’ag slowly blinked awake.

Sajore scrubbed the dried cum off from his stomach as he sat up at the edge of the bed, covering Xir’ag’s naked body better with a sheet and rubbed his eyes. “Out. We’ll be there soon.”

“I can see that you managed to continue just fine when I left you last night, the room stinks of sex. Is that cum?” She snickered, pointing at Sajore’s chest.

Sajore growled and threw a pillow at her, “OUT!”

Shaya grinned even wider, jumping so the pillow didn’t have time to touch her and waltzed out of the room giggling.

Fortunately Xir’ag was too tired to hear her words or to care that his bare butt had been seen once again, and just groaned, pulling Sajore back to the floor. “Soon,” he mumbled and was fast asleep once more.

An hour later they were sitting in front of the dining rooms huge table. Xir’ag was leaning on his hands and gazing longingly at the fruits and vegetables on the bowls on the table, too polite to take them without permission.

Finally Shaya walked into the room, followed by Yvain.

The girl stepped in front of her brother and smiled. “I’m hungry.”

Sajore sighed and got up, giving Xir'ag a quick kiss on the cheek and then followed his sister out of the room.

Yvain sat in front of Xir’ag and picked up an apple. “Have you even eaten surface fruits before?”

Xir’ag shook his head.

Yvain smiled and offered him several different fruits, instructing him one by one if they should be peeled or eaten whole.

Xir’ag started to eat slowly. Everything was delicious: sweet and juicy and bitter. New tastes filled his mouth as he ate hungrily.

Yvain chuckled to his hungry expression and picked him more fruits as they went on, explaining every one of them to Xir’ag.

The bowls were soon empty and both men were sitting on their chairs, stomachs full and fingers sticky. Yvain sighed. It was silent, the man wasn’t very talkative. In fact, he rarely ever spoke if not needed. If he did, it was always something relevant and important. He didn’t seem to know the meaning of small talk.

It was comfortable to be in his company, even if it was quiet. Xir’ag had always liked the serious man. He was trustworthy and faithful, pouring all of his attention into protecting Shaya from harm. He was a good bodyguard, Xir’ag had seen him in action. He might look calm and harmless, but was strong and fast when he needed to be.

Xir’ag smiled a small smile and leaned closer to Yvain. “How have you been? We haven’t talked since I left.”

“I know. I’ve been fine. The usual, nothing has changed here.” He paused and looked into Xir’ag’s eyes.

“Are you fine? We really thought you were dead, what happened to you?”

Xir’ag lowered his gaze as bad memories filled his mind. “I- I was captured and tortured. Then Sajore saved me.” A small smile spread across his face when he said Sajore’s name.

Yvain just stared at him for a long moment, his brows furrowing. “You really love him?” he asked, a wonder in his eyes.

Xir’ag smiled a warm smile. “Yes, I really love him,” he whispered back.

Yvain hmmm’ed and smiled back.

“Well, brother. Since we are family now, you know you can come to me if there is anything you ever need.” He offered, bowing slightly. “As long as it’s not anything sexual, I trust Sajore to take care of those needs.” He added and stretched his wings to their full length.

Xir’ag blushed slightly and mumbled a thank you.

Yvain chuckled. “I’ll leave you now. I must take care of some things. I hope you will have a good day.” He said politely and walked away, without waiting for an answer.

Xir’ag sat in the big hall alone for a while, wondering what he should do now. Then he stood up and walked out, rubbing his sticky hands together.

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Sajore watched his sisters back as they ran close to each other towards the big Drow city. Shaya seemed to know where to go to get fast food and Sajore gladly followed. He was getting really hungry, so much in fact that it started to affect his mood and made him feel very irritated.

Soon they came to a stop near one of the smaller houses of Menzoberranzan. There were several guards walking outside the high walls so the two vampires found their food easily, dragging their victims into shadows and emptying them of the delicious, hot blood. After the quick feeding they walked away from the house to the narrow tunnels that would lead them back to their house.

Finally Sajore broke the silence, afraid to hear what Shaya had on her mind. “Are you really fine with me being in your house?” He asked with a low voice.

Shaya turned to face him and finally her distant look turned softer as she nodded. “I’m glad you came. I’m sorry I’m so quiet, there is so much to talk about and right now we don’t have much time. I want to talk it all over with you, but with better time.”

Sajore nodded back and raised his face towards the roof of the tunnel. “Just let me know when you have time.”

“I will. But that time is not now. I have to go to a meeting. I was actually hoping you and Xir’ag would join us, it would be nice to introduce you two to the other ruling persons of the house.” She grinned as she started to walk faster.

“You are keeping busy” Sajore laughed as he ran past her.

“And you are still just as messy as you always were.” Shaya giggled back, brushing her fingers towards his face that was smeared with blood.

Sajore smiled, surprised by the sudden soft touch, Shaya had never been very keen on touching anyone before.

She smiled back. “Is Xir’ag ok with everything, the blood and the demon?”

Sajore nodded but said nothing. This was one of those things they should talk over with time.

She seemed to understand and just quickened her pace, racing him back to the house.

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There was a huge yard in front of Shaya’s rooms; safe and inside the huge walls of the house.

The house, or better called, a fortress, was made of several big buildings that were combined with underground hallways. One of the buildings had the eating halls, kitchen and the ballroom. Another building had all the regular meeting and conference halls and the weapon storage rooms, and the other one was for the people, Drow, elves and other creatures to stay in. The last, smaller building was reserved for the Matron Shaya and her quests and then there was the section that was forbidden to everyone. They could only guess what was kept there. All this was surrounded by a wall that went from ground to ceiling, making it impossible for anyone to come into the fortress unnoticed.

There were guards all around the buildings and the yard, walking around casually and keeping things safe and clear. There were hardly any fights inside the house. Everyone knew that it was not wise to anger the Matron, since all she did to those who did angered her, was throw them out and occasionally feed, if she was in a really bad mood and hungry. And rare was that person who wanted to be thrown out after arriving and having been let into the heavily guarded house.

Xir’ag had loved the yard the most on his last visit and walked in there whenever he had the time. It had big red plants and glowing blue and green lights swirling in the air. Now he was there again, in his favourite part, just walking around, sitting next to a big water fountain that spurted its water out into the air, making the blue lights dance with it and forming beautiful patterns in the air. He reached for the water and washed his hands, then sat to enjoy the calm of the place and the feeling that he was safe. He closed his eyes and just listened.

Soon he heard footsteps heading closer and opened his eyes lazily; there was no reason to get nervous here. A figure with a long black cloak walked slowly closer to him. The man didn’t look threatening so Xir’ag stayed put and waited for him to come closer. When he did, the wizards eyes widened and he stood up. “You?”

The man stared back at him without flinching. “I didn’t expect to see you here. Where did you leave your precious lover?” Elga asked bluntly.

Xir’ag frowned, sitting back down.

“Sajore is with his sister, Shaya. We arrived yesterday. Why are you here?”

Elga stared at him for a moment longer. “Do you mind if I sit?”

Xir’ag blinked. He had been waiting for the man to at least insult him or something similar to that fashion. He moved a bit to make more room on the small bench.

Elga sat down and sighed, he looked years older than he had when they last met. “I think I own you an apology. You don’t have to worry about me anymore. I happily leave the two of you alone, I am over the revenge.”

Xir’ag didn’t know what to say so he just nodded a thank you.

Elga sighed again. “Although I don’t know how ready your lover will be to forgive me.”

Xir’ag laughed faintly. “I would imagine not ready. You did get him in a hell of a lot of danger.”

“I did nothing to him!” Elga snapped.

Xir’ag frowned and turned to look at him. “You made that wizard attack him and he was going to fall into a coma. Thank the gods I’m a wizard too,” he said softly, not accusingly, but making sure he understood it was partly the assassins fault too.

The man's eyes widened. “I never knew he did anything like that. I thought it was the harmless drug that got Sajore so mixed up.”

“Don’t trust the Drow so blindly,” he chuckled ironically. “It doesn’t matter anymore, so let’s just forget it.” Xir’ag shook his head and returned his gaze to the dancing water.

Elga was silent for a while. “If you will ever have trouble again, you can count on me to stand by you, not against you,” the man whispered, standing up.

Xir’ag looked at him surprised.

Elga smiled. “He is a lucky man to have you,” he said seriously and then walked away.

Xir’ag was left staring at his back with a slight blush on his face. ‘What was it with all the strange comments coming from everyone today?’

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“Elga is here.”

Xir’ag turned around as he woke up from his daydreams. He smiled at Sajore who walked closer, sniffing the air. “Yes, you can sense him?”

“Yeah.” Sajore didn’t look happy to sense the assassin and kept looking around, his hands on his hips.

Xir’ag stood up and jumped onto his lap, surprising the vampire so much that he nearly dropped the Drow.

“Wah!” He yelped and smiled as Xir’ag kissed him softly.

“Elga only told me that we don’t have to worry about him anymore. And that you are a lucky man.” He winked and kissed the vampire’s lips hungrily, tasting the fresh blood.

Sajore frowned, but a playful glow was already born in his eyes. “He’s right about that,” he whispered with a ragged voice into Xir’ag’s ear as he bit his ear tip and squeezed his buttocks.

Xir’ag moaned, but soon pushed himself to the ground again, pouting. “We should go to our room if we’re going to continue this, although I don’t know if it will be any safer there with Shaya around.”

“Oh crap! I forgot! She invited us into some sort of meeting.” Sajore groaned and let go of Xir’ag reluctantly.

“Now?”

Sajore nodded.

Xir’ag sighed and took his hand. “We better go then, it’s not nice to keep the Matron waiting,” he winked over his shoulder and dragged Sajore towards the big meeting halls.

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They arrived at the meeting hall just in time for the meeting to start.

Shaya noticed them and motioned for them to sit to the back of the hall.

Sajore plopped onto a long bench, next to a dark dwarf.

Xir’ag sat close to Sajore and relaxed, listening, and watching all the different races interact with each other in peace. He saw Elga from afar and the man nodded to him. Xir’ag nodded back, turning to look if Sajore had noticed anything, but the vampire was looking amusedly at his sister and a tall surface elf having a big argument about something. Xir’ag leaned his head on Sajore’s shoulder and the vampire wrapped his arm around his waist.

Soon the meeting finally got some order and long, boring speeches were started. Everyone got their turn to explain their own opinion and those who could not speak Drow or surface languages, were interpreted for by one of the others.

Sajore yawned. Politics, ugh, this was boring.

Even Xir’ag looked bored, but tried to look even a bit interested.

Sajore stared at the Drow’s profile long enough to finally get his attention. When Xir’ag finally turned to look at him, lifting his eyebrow, Sajore attacked his lips hungrily.

Xir’ag yelped and tried to move away and everyone around turned to look at them, glaring angrily.

Sajore chuckled against his lips.

Xir’ag finally managed to push Sajore far enough to catch his breath as Sajore just continued to snigger. Then they noticed the hall had gone silent. They both turned to look around and found everyone staring at them.

“What? You’ve never seen a kiss before?” Sajore grinned.

“Could you keep quiet for a little while please, brother?” Shaya sighed.

A loud mutter rose from everywhere, ‘Brother?’

“Oh hell,” she muttered. “Yes, what a nice, proper introduction, you always do this.” She glared at Sajore and then waved her hand in his direction. “This is my brother, Sajore.”

Everyone turned to look at him.

Sajore waved back and leaned against the wall, grinning.

Xir’ag was frowning at all the attention. “Maybe we should go?” He whispered, but Sajore just held him tighter around his waist.

Shaya turned back to the business and they were left alone again.

But Sajore was still feeling playful and bored. Soon he attacked Xir’ag’s neck, growling softly and nipping his skin carefully.

The dwarf next to them cleared his throat.

That was clearly not enough to stop Sajore. He slid his hand along Xir’ag’s back, massaging him softly, biting his tender ear tips and humming into his ear.

Xir’ag was starting to feel very hot, but tried his best to stay still and quiet.

Sajore moved his other hand on his thigh and squeezed it, lowering his other hand to Xir’ag’s buttock, repeating the squeeze there.

Xir’ag whimpered.

Sajore had to snigger aloud when the dwarf shuffled off to sit a little further away. Then he turned all his attention back to Xir’ag. He wanted to lift his cloak, but the Drow was sitting on it, so he couldn’t lift it much. He did slide it up from the front and softly stroked him trough his pants, feeling him harden beneath his touch.

“Stop. Not here.” Xir’ag whispered, panting softly. He moved his hands to cover his front, but his hips moved against Sajore’s touch and he let out a little moan.

“Why not? You seem to like it.”

Xir’ag couldn’t reply, but his moan was louder this time.

The people in front of them started to twitch, they obviously knew what was going on behind them, but did not dare to turn and see.

Sajore kissed his cheek and ran his tongue along his jaw line.

Xir’ag was leaning to the wall, his eyes half closed and his cheeks flushed. He really tried to stay still, but his body was betraying him and rocking against Sajore’s hand. Suddenly Sajore squeezed him and he groaned more loudly than he had expected it to sound. His eyes flew open and he flushed deep red.

Shaya and everyone else were once again staring at them.

“Oh no!” Xir’ag whispered, hiding behind his hands.

Sajore growled.

“Can. You. Please. Stop. That. For. A. Moment or get OUT?” Shaya shot from the front, her eyes glowing angrily.

Sajore stared back at her, and then grinned. “I really don’t want to stop so-”

Xir’ag groaned and got up as fast as he could, walking out of the hall as coolly as he could with his flaming cheeks.

Sajore stood up and followed. “I guess we’ll continue elsewhere.” He winked and left.

“Damn you!” Shaya yelled after him, though Sajore couldn’t tell if she was angry because they had disturbed her meeting or because she couldn’t follow them out.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Xir’ag didn’t get very far before Sajore was all over him again. The Drow tried to move and growl and push the vampire away, but Sajore just purred and nuzzled his cheek. “Stop it, I’m embarrassed enough already.”

“Don’t want to wait, besides they all stayed there, there’s nobody out here. Come on,” he murmured softly.

Xir’ag moaned inwardly. ‘I’m going to give up, I just know it. Argh!. Ohhh, that felt good.’

“Are you embarrassed of me?” Sajore pouted, his eyes clearly showing that he was not at the least hurt.

“Ok, wait. You might like it public, but I’m not quite ready for that. Yet,” Xir’ag answered with a ragged voice and disentangled himself carefully from the sniggering vampire, taking his arm and turning into a dark, narrow hallway close to the one they were in. Then he turned to look at the vampire and his eyes lowered. When he lifted his face, the look on his face made Sajore twitch, he looked furious. But instead of snapping or yelling at him, the Drow attacked him and pushed him against the wall behind him. He bit his chin, pressing him harder against the cold stone, kissing him passionately.

“Wait, ah, here? Are you sure? This is quite public, not that I’m complaining. Anyone can walk here and everyone can hear us... Oh hell, forget I said anything and give me another kiss,” the vampire mumbled and pulled him closer.

Xir’ag chuckled. “Shaya told us to get out, so, we’re out,” he purred and licked Sajore’s lips. “Besides, I don’t want to go into our room,” he whispered against the vampire’s lips.

Sajore grinned, lifting an eyebrow. “You acted like such a good, shy little boy in there, are you sure you don’t have a demon inside you too.” He laughed and slid his hand along Xir’ag’s waist, lifting his cloak slowly up as Xir’ag started to fumble to his pants laces open.

“I know when to act like a good boy and when not.” Xir’ag grinned his special, Drowish grin.

Sajore grinned back and then licked his lips, getting a thoughtful look onto his face.

Xir’ag cocked his head.

“Take me,” Sajore whispered hoarsely and looked at his face with hooded eyes.

Xir’ag’s eyes widened slightly, his arousal jumping in his pants. “What?”

Sajore sniggered and slid his hand under the Drow’s cloak, opening his pants quickly and grabbing his organ into his hand, starting to stroke the shaft with fast movements. “You didn’t hear me? I – want- you- inside –me,” he murmured and thrusted his hips into Xir’ag’s hand. “You started this, blame yourself for getting me all heated up,” he continued, grinning.

The Drow smiled and looked into his eyes. “I did not start it! But, when you put it like that, how can I refuse? We have to be quick though, is that ok?”

“Of course it’s ok,” Sajore grinned and gave him a quick kiss, then turned around, pressing his buttocks against Xir’ag’s hard organ. He quickly lowered his pants just enough to reveal his ass. “You know it doesn’t hurt me.” He grinned, looking over his shoulder.

Xir’ag ground himself against the cleft of his ass and groaned.

Still, the vampire could sense him hesitating. He turned slightly, took Xir’ag’s hand and brought it to his mouth, spitting on it. Then the vampire released the hand and looked at the Drow under his long black hair. “Get to it already,.” he growled, grinning wickedly.

Xir’ag didn’t waste time pressing the wet fingers through the tight ring of muscles inside Sajore’s entrance and making the vampire moan loudly and thrust against his fingers.

Xir’ag answered with a moan of his own and ground his aching shaft against Sajore’s thigh. “Bend your knees a bit, you’re too tall.” Xir’ag growled playfully, pressing him closer to the wall and pending his back. Sajore did as told and pressed himself against the invading fingers once again.
“For fucks sake, shove it in already,” he gasped.

Xir’ag pulled the fingers out and sniggered. Then he stood still for a little while, until Sajore whimpered and tried to press himself backwards against him demandingly. As the vampire moved against him, he thrusted in completely, in one long thrust.

Sajore yelped out of pleasure, his lips curling into a smile. Sajore’s organ was throbbing painfully for release so he reached for Xir’ag’s hand, bringing it down to his cock.

Xir’ag grabbed it eagerly and started to slide his hand along it, thrusting in and out of his ass.

Sajore pressed his cheek against the cold stone and turned his eyes to look at the Drow, his parted lips and cheeks flaming.

When Xir’ag noticed Sajore was looking, he reached to give him a kiss and Sajore turned as much as he could to reach the Drow’s lips. ‘Damn the height difference is making this difficult’.

Sajore’s fingers twitched as he searched for a place to hold his hands on the wall as he was fucked vigorously.

They both saw sparkles dancing in front of their eyes and moaned over and over, even when they knew that they were supposed to be quiet. The thrill of someone hearing them was just making it all that much more exciting.

Sajore moved his legs more apart and suddenly Xir’ag hit a spot inside him so hard that Sajore yelled out. “More, ah, please, harder, fuck me, oh god yes, MORE!” The vampire pressed his hands to the wall and pushed against Xir’ag.

Finally the Drow didn’t have to move at all, Sajore did the moving for them both. Xir’ag slid his free hand along the vampire’s waist and pushed himself a bit deeper every time the vampire came closer to him. Xir’ag panted and moaned and moved. The pressure inside him rose so much that he started to shiver, leaning against Sajore’s back to suffocate the sounds falling from his lips.

Sajore groaned deeply, over and over again.

Then it erupted. The double assault inside him and on his cock was so good. Sajore convulsed with the sweet pain of his orgasm and pressed his upped body against the cold wall, his muscles twitching around Xir’ag’s cock, bringing him to his release simultaneously.

The Drow groaned as he thrusted in for the last few times, pulling Sajore as close as he could to get deeper into his sweet tightness.

The wall in front of them was stained with cum. Sajore chuckled softly as he stared hazily at the mess on the wall.

Xir’ag pulled slowly out and let his cloak drop down, not caring about closing his pants since they were hidden under the cloak.

Sajore shook slightly as he pushed himself away from the wall and pulled his pants up. He felt how hot cum flowed down his thighs and made him feel really uncomfortable, messing his pants from the inside. “We really should get back to our room,” he grinned tiredly to Xir’ag who echoed the grin back, he was too tired to say anything.

They started walking towards their room, Sajore’s arm on Xir’ag’s shoulder, until they turned around the nearby corner and came face to face with a surface elf with a completely red face. He looked so embarrassed that Sajore started to laugh. Xir’ag felt how his face turned red as well. The boy tried to say something but only a non-comprehensible mumble was all that came out from his mouth.

Xir’ag bowed slightly and grabbed Sajore’s hand tightly in his, dragging him as fast as he could into their room, slamming the door open and then closed behind them. “We are not going to do that ever again in the hallways!”

Sajore just laughed and shook his head, walking past the furiously blushing Drow and dropping his pants on the floor. “A bath?”

Xir’ag stared at his back for a while before sighing and following him.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

It was almost night again when they decided to come out of their room and search for Shaya and Yvain to see if Xir’ag could get something to eat. The fruits had been good, but didn’t keep hunger away for long, especially on a busy day like this.

They arrived in the dining hall to find it empty.

There was a servant walking with a tray of food past them and smiled warmly at the men. “Are you searching for the matron?”

Both of them nodded. “Then please follow me, she is in her study.”

“She has a study?” Sajore grinned. “How professional.”

Xir’ag laughed.

Soon they were at the door of the study and could hear voices from behind the door.

The servant opened the door without knocking and walked in, announcing them. “Matron, you have quests.”

Shaya turned around, fuming. “Where were you? You… you!” She yelled and pointed at them.

Sajore nodded a hello to Yvain and glared at Shaya.

Xir’ag walked in after him and sat in a chair next to Yvain, who was already picking food from the tray.

The man passed the tray to Xir’ag and then calmly opened his mouth. “More, please, fuck me harder?”

The room fell silent.

Xir’ag turned deep red and stared at Yvain with shocked eyes.

Sajore burst out laughing and Shaya stomped her feet. “And you dared to throw that show while I was in a meeting and had no chance of seeing or hearing it, you jerks!”

Sajore started to laugh louder.

Yvain continued eating calmly, like he had just said nothing at all.

Xir’ag was about to choke, suddenly he wasn’t hungry anymore. “Sajore, can we please go back to our room,” he whispered.

The vampire looked at him apologetically and turned to look at Shaya. “It was not a show for anyone to see or hear. We didn’t feel like walking all the way back to our room since it’s not safe there either.” He glared at Shaya who was pouting, her arms crossed on her chest.

“Oh damn. Fine! You’re safe in your room,” She mumbled and turned her back on them.

“You swear?”

Shaya didn’t look happy, but nodded slowly.

Sajore grinned and turned to Xir’ag, who still looked like he wanted to sink into the ground.

“We’ll see you tomorrow. We need to get some sleep now.” Sajore nodded to Yvain while taking some of the foods with him for Xir’ag to eat.

The Drow stood up and hurried out of the room without looking back.

“Sleeping you say? Who is going to buy that after today?” Shaya jumped around and started to laugh, pointing at him.

Sajore stuck his tongue out at her and then walked out.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Xir’ag was a long way away already. Sajore followed him from a distance, feeling the furious aura around him. Soon they arrived safely at their room, without complications this time.

Xir’ag got rid of his clothes, jumped into the bed and under the blankets as Sajore just stared at him, grinning. “Don’t grin! I’m too embarrassed to ever see them again, and I thought last night was bad. Oh gods,” he groaned and dragged the blanket over his head.

Sajore walked over to the bed and flopped down next to him, arranging the food on the sheets neatly. “Come on, it’s not that bad.” Sajore sniggered and lifted the blanket.

“It was you who yelled out ‘fuck me’ in the hall, I was trying to be very quiet and discreet.”

“Very discreet indeed, fucking me so hard that my brain melted.“ Sajore winked and grinned even wider.

Xir’ag gulped and groaned. “Crap.”

Sajore laughed.

Soon they were lying side by side, staring at the ceiling, with a warm fire crackling in the fireplace.

Xir’ag’s stomach was finally full and his blush had receded.

“Are you going to be angry for long? It’s really not my fault,” Sajore finally asked, turning to face Xir’ag.

“I’m not angry at you, more like at myself. But they are never going to let us forget this, are they?”

“So what? I don’t care. I love the fact that we don’t have to hide anymore and am happy to show my love towards you, in front of everyone and everywhere we go.”

Xir’ag turned to look into Sajore’s eyes. “I am glad that you are happy, but I don’t want everyone in the fortress to know about our sex life,” he said, poking Sajore’s chest with his finger.

“You didn’t object in the hallway.” Sajore answered grinning and grabbing his ass.

‘This is hopeless.’ He rolled himself on top of Sajore.

“You didn’t seem to mind at the time.”

“I... was confused. We really should keep things private from now on,” Xir’ag pouted.

“Why?”

Xir’ag groaned and dropped his head to Sajore’s chest.

“Does this mean that we can’t have sex anymore?” Sajore asked with a fake nervous look.

Xir’ag laughed. “No! It means we can’t have sex in the middle of the hallways anymore.”

“But we can here?”

“Well. Yes.”

“Now?”

“Again?!”

“So, no?”

“I didn’t say that.”

Sajore grabbed his ass in his hands and rolled them both around, grinning maniacally.