The True Mate

Minori scrambled to cling to his lover as Tristan held him and professed his love to him. He wept still, his heart gripped in agony at the very thought of losing his golden Kami. He just couldn’t… wouldn’t be able to bear it. Even now it was as if all the beauty and splendor had faded from his world leaving it dark and frigid.

But then Tristan was gone from him, his protective and comforting arms he needed to feel so terribly and then there was someone, someone who reeked of liquor between them. No! he didn’t want this person, he wanted only Tristan!

Choking out a sob, Minori weakly pushed the person away, succeeding in only slightly moving an arm. His heart ached, he was so tired, he just needed Tristan not sustenance! But an odd spark jolted his brain. Tristan wanted him to feed… He’d do anything his lover wanted.

Scooting over a little, Minori lifted his head and pressed his lips, his teeth to the man’s clammy neck. He tasted disgusting and Minori’s stomach twisted into knots. His vampire fangs would not fall no matter how he willed them. And he did try only to fall, sobbing, and curling into himself.

“I-I can’t.” he cried. He was revolted by this disgusting person and his overwhelming stench. He wasn’t Tristan, he wasn’t warm and comforting, didn’t smell good, didn’t taste good. “Gomen Nasai. Gomen Nasai.”

It was heart wrenching to watch Minori struggle with such a burden. Tristan hung his head in shame. It was unfair of him to do this to his lover, when he himself was not forced to make 'the first bite' in feeding until after almost half a year with his Mistress. But something... some horrid nagging notion hung over him, telling him that it was the right thing to do... to prepare Minori for a time... when he would not have his 'Tristan.'

Balling his hands into fists, he bit his lip and cursed at himself for being such an insensitive man. "You do not need to apologize to me. You will never need to apologize. If ever any fault comes to rest upon your shoulders, Minori, I want you to slough it off onto mine. For I am you maker, and I am imperfect, and I am the one to blame. And... this man... is my fault. I'm so sorry, Minori." He spoke gently to his lover, and reached out, the drunken 'victim' still between them and cupped his hand on his lover's face.

"I was wrong to do this. So very wrong. But I will make it right." Quickly, yet gracefully he pulled backed away from Minori, with the man in tow. Moving behind a crate, not wishing to force his lover to see a feeding that he was not taking part in, he hid his body from view. Inside, he knew that Minori would sense every droplet entering his mouth, he would feel and taste the man's skin as if he were still biting it, but he knew that it was imperative, since he had no plans to sleep, not until the demon memories of his former companion could be properly silenced, he needed a constant supply of blood. Even alcohol tinted blood would suffice.

"I will never leave you, Minori. I will never become careless and let my heart stop, unless it was your wish. That is the only way." He spoke quietly, but loud enough that his lover could surely hear him, and then he descended his mouth onto the man's neck.

The thrall and drink were wearing off and the man began to struggle. It was no matter. Quickly, Tristan reached down and around and gripped the man's spine, snapping it easily. The man, still breathing, still alive, still reeling in sudden and disorienting pain, stopped his incessant squirming immediately and lay quite still while Tristan finished draining him of blood. There was no way he could drink a full share. If he did, he would just end up in the same embarrassed and uncontrolled state as he was after the last feeding. And while he thought he would love to fuck Minori one more time before bidding him sweet rest, he didn't want to put any pressure on the adorable creature just out of sight.

His veins filled with the soured blood and he wondered if he could drink much of it all. It was no where near as sweet as the woman at the dock... no where near as innocent and bitter as the young girl from their first Inn. A sudden pang of guilt washed over Tristan. He thought about the girl, then thought about Minori. Was Minori older or younger, the first time he was taken? Was it rape... like what had happened to that girl? Did Minori cry out for his Mother?

Anger, guilt, and nausea overcame his need for blood. Sucking fiercely to attain his meal, trying to ignore the taste, he quickly finished and dumped the drained man into a nearby crate that contained bottles... a few were missing and it didn't take Tristan but a second to realize where they had gone. How fitting that he should be consigned to lay with his beloved bottles in death. Closing the lid and jamming it tightly, Tristan turned and walked back toward his lover.

With his thoughts still bent on the small child, he slowly came around the corner. Minori was strong enough and perceptive enough, that if he caught the trace of that young girl in Tristan's mind, he could certainly investigate it himself. And if he did so... would he forgive Tristan? Would he resent him? With a slight shudder, he knelt before Minori and laid his head down in the young man's lap.

"It's finished. Soon, his blood will mix in my veins... I'll purify it... and then, if you forgive me, you may drink of my body. I was so unkind earlier. The truth is... I prefer it this way as well... I would rather have you feed from me, than watch you touch another with those beautiful lips. Please... forgive me. Forgive me for that man... and forgive me for that child." He spoke the last before he even knew what he was doing, but he felt better for it. Purged even. 'Yes. Please forgive me for her especially.'

Minori could almost taste the foul blood and that awful flesh even now as his lover lay his head in his lap. Still lightly weeping, Minori ran his fingers through Tristan’s hand unable to quiet the cold feeling from his absence however brief it had been.

Frowning, he whimpered in confusion, not understanding what Tristan was talking about when he asked to be forgiven for ‘her’. Did he mean Victoria or someone else? It didn’t matter in his mind and heart Tristan didn’t need to be forgiven. His lover was a Kami, he was perfect and flawless. He was parent, friend, lover, companion, and hopefully husband in the very near future.

Sniffling, Minori shifted, his hunger winning out. He whimpered his lover’s name as his eyes began to droop from weariness. “Hold me?”

Moving gently, Tristan lay down on his side and sweetly drew Minori to him. It was another familiar pose for them, with Minori's back snuggled and pressed into Tristan's chest. Was it wrong of Tristan to desire him so fiercely all of a sudden? His cock hardened and his brow furrowed in self disgust. Pulling Minori tightly to him, he was overcome by a rushing torrent of fears.

'Am I losing all that once was... am I really so weak that I cannot control myself, even enough to settle my spirits and take care of you?' It was a fearful notion, that he would be an incapable parent. And another fear, the fear of sleep came over him, which made him crave it even more.

Finding a balance between his agitations, he reached down and spread Minori's ass cheeks, which were coated with blood still, and pressed his cock between them, but not to penetrate, rather the cock was vertically aligned with their bodies so that it's full length was being hugged between the warmth of his lover. With his penis encased in such wholesome beauty, he lifted his wrist to Minori's mouth, still holding him, clinging to him as tightly as he could.

When the fangs entered him, a wave of relief washed over him, and his hips bucked just a bit. He could feel his adorable lover tensing his ass, and the resulting pressure on his penis made him moan and squirm. 'I love you, Minori. You must be a Saint to put up with me.' He kissed and bathed his lover's ear as the young Vampire fed.

'Tristan.' A familiar and chilling sing-song voice spoke to him.

'Go away.' He muttered mentally and nibbled Minori's lobe, while beginning to gently grind his body against his lover. He wanted to bury himself in Minori, to completely and utterly loose himself within that amazing Japanese body, so that he could belong to him entirely, and would not be plagued by residual connections of his past Mistress. That's all he wanted. Just Minori... no one else.

'Tristan... this will never work. You know that. You belong to me. Come to me. Come to my voice.' She cooed to him as if she were lying beside him, caressing him, willing him to tear his hands away from his lover.

'I have no love for you, Victoria. And you have none for me. I've found someone I cherish. Please... be at peace and leave me alone.' He tried to keep his anxiety from spiraling out of control. Presently, while thoroughly seduced and charmed by the warm flow of blood from his own body and into his lover's, he heard quaint feminine laughter... so degrading in its sound.

'My dear, sweet, baby. Do you really think love had anything to do with it? Vampires can't feel love, Tristan. You are so cute. Don't you see? You were my pet. The only reason you cling so desperately to this whore is because you made him, not because you love him. He is nothing more than your property, Tristan. Just as you are mine.' She laughed again, and Tristan felt her entire presence swimming around him. It sickened him and he pressed his mouth to Minori's shoulder and gently bit down, begging silently for Minori to save him.

'GO AWAY!' He huffed in his head. His thrusts became quicker and laced with a childlike innocence and need. 'Minori is not my property. It's the other way around, you crass Vampire. I belong to him. I gave myself to him entirely. I will always be his.'

"Ngh... drink me more. Don't let go." He whispered and ground himself into Minori as if he were truly fucking him.

'Whatever you say... pet... but the second you fall asleep, I'll claim you forever. I'll send you into a coma of death and send out all the minions of hell to snatch you body from that pathetic whore. Then I'll teach him how naughty it was, to steal someone else's property.' Her voice lost all of it's charm as her darkness descended upon the lovers.

"I love you, Minori. Only you." He said heatedly, as tears welled in his eyes and the sweet motion of his hips drove him mad with desire to release. "I am yours." And with that, the shadow of Victoria lifted. Perhaps he had succeeded in angering her enough to flee. But he wondered at her very presence and shuddered, but was glad to rid of her.

"Ngh... feed... on me... forever." His voice grew heavy with erotic tension, and he longed to slip his cock inside Minori, but would not allow himself to do so. Minori was not his pet, or toy, or property. He would not 'use' him.

Raw emotions; his and Tristan’s, overwhelmed and washed over Minori so much so he felt strangled and held underwater, unable to breathe. However, he was breathing and feeding from his lover, taking sweet life and became full quickly. But he would not let his teeth leave Tristan’s wrist.

Frustration, agitation, and desperation tickly coated the new blood flowing through his veins. With it came a voice, half snippets of it tied with emotions and familiarity. That voice… it was his mother again but why was she upset? Why did she speak to Tristan only? Minori was so confused he didn’t know here or there up from down.

Allured but the softness, the slight togging he felt, Minori gravitated toward his mother’s voice. ‘Hahaue,’ he called ‘Hahaue come back, stay with us. We need you, I need you.’

“Only you,” Tristan said possessively in his ear.

A new wave, a Tsunami of emotions crashed upon the young vampire and despite lying in the protective arms of his dearest and only love, he quickly became frightened. Not even their connection via his teeth or the sexual via Tristan’s penis between his cheeks, both of which always brought comfort and peace, soothed him. All this talk of death, the sense of his lover preparing him for the worst, made his very heart tremble and weep in fear and insecurity.

Minori’s body shivered from the artic chill of the very idea of being alone, alone and lose, far away and ripped from Tristan’s soft embrace. In his head, he could see the bad Oni coming to pull them apart, could feel their deadly claws tearing at his flesh, their wickedly frightening faces grinned in delight of their suffering and pain. And their drooling jaws gaped open wide to feast upon his only reason for living.

Having worked himself into terrified hysterics, something he’d never done before in his life, not even when he’d been pushed to the brink of death in numerous degrading and painful ways, Minori shoved Tristan’s wrist from his mouth. He reached behind him, grasping his lover’s hot, hard cock, stilling it, shifting the weeping head to his entrance. With a choked sob, he deftly and frantically impaled himself until he couldn’t take any more of him inside. Then he yanked Tristan’s arm around him, clinging desperately.

“Don’t leave me! Gomen Nasai, Gomen Nasai! Don’t let the demons take you!” He cried in exhaustion. “I need you, Aishiteru! Aishiteru! Aishiteru!”

His teeth were almost chattering. They must be far out to sea now. The rocking of the boat made his stomach lurch, but it didn't still his constant thrusts. Tristan clung to his lover, shaking as a result of the transference of Minori's absolute panic. Gently he cooed into the terrified vampire's ear, "I will not be taken by the demons... I won't let them." His voice wavered and his hands tightly caressed and gripped the slender body before him. Gradually his hand, caught up in the need to touch his lover further, moved down to pump Minori's slender cock.

It couldn't be called romantic. Desperate more likely. Their love making, in this moment, was passionate on a different level than pure lust. For Tristan, he simply needed to know that there was someone he could love, someone that loved him in return, someone tangible and who would not abuse him or trick him or torment him into lunacy. He needed Minori. He needed him in a way he did not know he could need someone.

Tearfully nibbling Minori's neck, he decided it was time to show Minori one of his most humiliating moments. Connecting their minds with a bite, rather than a kiss, he dropped his fangs gently into the soft and perfect flesh of Minori's delicate throat.

Unlocking the painful memory he took them to the moments after he woke in the field. The moments after he'd slaughtered his precious family. He was covered in blood, and his fingers still grasped, as if they could not quite relinquish the rage, Anna's long blonde hair. A wash of sickness ran through his body and he felt as though he would explode, as each cell heated in immediate despair and pain. His clothes were shredded, but covered him enough. He wasn't sure what had happened. He just knew, instinctively that his family was dead. And because he knew this, and sobbed, and held his stomach in wailing grief, he did not reenter the manor house. Instead he walked through row after row of strawberry bushes, his glasses, which had miraculously stayed on his face, fogged with his breath and the mist of early morning.

Finally he made it to the road. In utter guilt and shame and confusion he walked. He kept seeing flashes of pink skin turning red, and blonde hair matted in mud, and strawberries bursting in his hands... or perhaps those weren't strawberries. With each flash of imagery it became clearer and clearer. And still he walked, seeking barns for cover in the daylight hours.

He walked 32 kilometers back into the city where he met Victoria. Back to her. By this time the images were crystal clear and he knew that what he had crushed in his hands back then... had not been strawberries. Though the 'how' remained a mystery, he understood perfectly that he had held human eyes in his hands. That's what he crushed so happily, spilling the viscous juices all over his fingers. It crossed his mind that he even lapped it up, and when he realized that, he dropped to his knees and vomited.

Finally, head hanging and fat tears dropping, he stood before her door in the silky haze of dusk. As if God meant to punish him further, the sky clouded over and heavy rain cascaded upon him. She opened it as if she sensed his coming long before he'd arrived. At this time, he lacked the ability to access their mental communication and so he stood there, drenched and pummeled by the precipitation, quietly accepting her verbal abuse.

"I knew you'd come crawling back, Tristan. I knew you wouldn't last without me. But, Lord you are filthy. You're shoes are so worn you look like a beggar. I'll not have you in my house, looking like this." She raised an eyebrow in disgust then turned and closed the door.

Dropping to his knees, he wondered if God would forgive him if he took his own life. He had nothing now... if she didn't accept him. Nothing. And then, just as soon as suicide crossed his mind, the door opened and a slender hand threw a bar of soap at him.

"Take off your clothes, Tristan. Stand in the middle of the road and wash yourself. That is the only way I'll allow you to enter my house." She stood, a perfectly demoniac silhouette in the doorframe, and crossed her arms expectantly.

He shook his head to her, terrified of being naked in any public situation. But then she repeated her words and he felt as though he was underwater. He felt drunk and compliant, and before he knew what he was doing, he grabbed the soap and walked to the middle of the street. No one was out and about because of the rain, but several faces could be seen peering out their windows at the odd man in the street.

Shivering from the cold and utter humiliation, he removed his tattered shirt, stained red. "Please... don't make me do this." He gazed at Victoria. But she smiled and laughed.

"You thought I would accept your bad behavior? You thought I would ignore the fact that you abandoned me? Bastard or not, you are mine! And I'm finished with men leaving me. You have to prove yourself. If I have to force you to prove yourself, then so be it. You'd better hurry and strip or I'll make you touch yourself in embarrassing ways while bathing there."

He wasn't exactly sure what 'touching' she meant, but he saw in her eyes, and he mysterious felt inside of himself, that she wasn't lying, and so he quickly, pushed his pants and underwear to the muddy street. Then he turned his front away from Victoria and rubbed the soap all over his body, shivering and crying, but trying his best not to whimper or make a single sound. He would not give her the pleasure of hearing such things.

When he finished, he turned toward Victoria.

"You missed a spot. You didn't pay any attention to your rear, dear little Tristan. Have decency won't you? Clean yourself properly or I'll find something unsavory and ream you out." Her voice was soft and sweet as she spoke and yet it sent chills down his spine.

"Please..." he said and took a step toward her, but as his eyes locked with hers he felt that nothing in the world was more important that pleasing her. And so he bent down, running the soap along the crack in his ass repeatedly. He did this until he heard a satisfied giggle escape Victoria's lips.

"Oh Tristan, you are adorable. I had thought you'd be a mistake, but if you continue to amuse me, I shall be quite happy to keep you." She held her hand out to him and he grimaced, but his body was not his own anymore and he couldn't control his steps.

Walking toward the woman who had taken everything from him, he left his sullied clothes in the street, bringing with him only his glasses, still perched and drenched on his face. Close enough to touch, she seized his arm and pulled him to her body. She pressed her lips onto him and he could not refuse the kiss. His tongue slid out and into her mouth and his arms encircled her, clasping her tightly. No matter how she treated him, she was his world now and he had to accept that.

Their kiss did not break for several minutes, but it did gradually move to the inside of the house, as he used his superior manly momentum to push her over the threshold. After he kicked the door closed behind them, let his hands roam her body, and she did likewise. He shuddered as her fingers teased his nipples and then moved up to cup his face.

Finding a sudden reserve of strength, he moved his hands to her front and pushed her away from him. "I... I can't. Please let me keep what innocence I have left. It's not much... but... please... I'm inexperienced... I will not be pleasing..." He begged and stumbled over his words as he felt her gaze cover his entire body.

Trembling, he dropped his hands to shyly cover his privates.

"Hmph. Don't worry Tristan. I didn't make you to satisfy my sexual appetites. Though I must say, you have a fair body. If you keep me entertained, perhaps I won't feel the need to rape you." She smiled like a little girl disciplining her first puppy.

"What's this?" She asked and reached out her hand to Tristan's neck, observing the 'unhealed' bite marks. "These should have closed up long ago. What a pity. Already you disappoint me." She turned from him and walked down the corridor to what he assumed was her room. In his heart he begged her not to bid him follow. She did not bid it, and he was left all alone, in a strange house, naked and scared and feeling molested and used. That night he took a knife from her kitchen and drove it into his heart.

Spiraling away from the memory, he released his grip on Minori's neck and gasped for air. His cock still embedded in his lover, he ceased his grinding motions, and focused only on their heart beats. They were beating in time with each other.

Smiling sadly, he released his hold on Minori's cock, which was rigid and begged for satisfaction, and slid his fingers up the pale body so that he could tenderly stroke Minori's graceful face.

"Only you. You are the only one I love." He whispered and pressed a sweet kiss against his shoulder, while wrapping his leg over his lover's hip, giving him deeper penetration, reinforcing their connection. "I love you, Minori... I loved you before I even met you. Somehow I always knew you were out there... waiting for me. And now I'm here, and I'm not leaving."

It was so vile, so disgusting Minori wished he could vomit! And worse was the feeling of comfort he felt as Tristan shared this ghastly humiliating memory. He was ashamed and appalled with himself for even, however briefly, thinking that Tristan would understand how he’d felt, that he was glad someone finally would know a taste of some of the things he’d been forced to endure.

But he would rip his own heart and soul out to erase it from Tristan, to go back in time and save him from such a thing. And he felt a sense that he should open up and reveal a picture of past, of his own degradation and humiliation. But he wasn’t ready; in fact he was terrified to show his lover such things almost more than he was terrified and pained to even know he’d gone through them.

Minori had never felt ill will or contempt for anyone in his life, not even for those who’d molested, beaten, and raped him brutally, it just wasn’t in his nature, not that he forgave any of them, but he didn’t hold a grudge per se. Conversely, he felt a rage boiling inside of his body near to his heart, a rage toward Victoria and what she’d done to his lover. Anyone who dared to put his lover through such depravity didn’t deserve to exist! And startling even himself, he wished she were alive and before him so he could tear her apart for it.

When the memory came to a close, when Tristan stabbed his own heart, Minori screamed in sobbed in heart-shattering agony. Kami no! It was so real, the blood, the pain, the sliver glint of the knife… how many times had Minori wished to end his own life but had been too much of a coward to do so? How many times had he felt so empty and alone and lost?

Tristan’s words reached his heart, soothing and healing the wounds of the graphically real memory. He felt his lover shift and roll him upon his front a little. He felt him push deeper inside of him and whimpered. He was still frightened and shaking but managed to pull what was left of himself that made any sense together to immersed himself in the pleasure and comfort his lover bestowed upon him.

He was safe and loved with Tristan and that was all that mattered and it was time he gave the same in feelings in return. And in the end of it as he felt himself beginning to reach climax, he desperately wished he was enough and could give enough for Tristan to be happy.

It had pained him to force his lover to relive such horrors. And even as he ground gently into the sweet body that he felt he knew as well as his own, he regretted it. 'I'm sorry, my sweet. I promised that you would know only happiness and pleasure with me. And it seems I have lied.'

Yet he could not hold back the beautiful sensations that crept through him, as his hard manhood pulsed and throbbed deep within Minori's slick bowels. Eager to move his mind and memory away from the piercing pain of the knife inside him, the shock of life and the sadness at being deprived of a swift and dignified death, he began a steady motion, pressing himself gently and fully inside his lover, and then withdrawing to the tip, only to force it sweetly back inside. His weight and the pressure, gradually forced Minori almost flat on his stomach, and Tristan worried that his lover's penis would be uncomfortable and so he slid one of his hands down and around the slender hip, and pulled gently, trying to grant some relief.

Still thrusting slowly and thoroughly, Tristan closed his eyes and imagined what they must look like. It was beautiful, like art, and he tried to memorize this position and the way it felt to be so in control of his pleasure, and yet so enslaved by the gorgeous man beneath him... enslaved by the black phoenix staring at him, questioning his every move, and granting its approval. Tristan felt the need to thank the tattooed beast and so he kissed and slid his tongue all along Minori's back.

"Ngh..." he panted, and suddenly, filling the musky darkness, a purr rose from his chest. It was a reassuring sound, for it signified extreme comfort and pleasure. A silly idea raced through him, and he wondered if he would be able to get his lover off, just by pressing his purring chest directly to his genitals. The thought made him smile, but it was not something he wanted to do right now... not when Minori's anus kissed and sucked on his cock so lovingly. It was as if their connected body parts were separate entities and making love on their own.

'Personification.' Tristan thought and smiled, 'I learned about it at the University. It's when a writer ascribes humanlike qualities to animal or inanimate objects. It would be personification to say that: my manhood is infatuated with your ass. And your sweet and handsome hole... seems to have taken a liking to my inquisitive cock.' He snuggled his face against Minori and breathed hotly on the phoenix, fighting fire with fire.

It was his lover’s voice and his face, his purr and his tongue upon his sensitive back that made Minori cum. It was sweet and soft and brought a warm smile to his lips. And still he listened, learning more from his highly educated lover. Tristan was like a tome of knowledge, a tome of love and all the things Minori found he liked and loved. He was perfect and amazing, shinning like Amaterasu but of a different hue.

He clenched and unclenched his anus, moaning softly, hoping to make his lover cum. His fears and everything that had upset him were almost forgotten for the time being, he was so focused upon bring Tristan to sated completion. When and only when his lover’s body was satisfied would he give in to his emotional and physical exhaustion. He’d curl upon in Tristan’s arms and sleep. A twinge of jealousy bit at Minori’s insides for he wished he could purr like his lover, wished deeply that he too could show him in that way how he felt. He’d try when resting time came, for now… he was finally getting enough of a hold of himself to… “Uhhh… Tristan!”

Another orgasm crept upon him and took him hostage, leaving him in such a state he could do naught but lie motionlessly weak and panting, softly whisper his love for Tristan like a mantra.

Each wave of pleasure, every contracted muscle, and both magnificent orgasms... Tristan felt it all. His connection with Minori was so fixed that he felt all of his lover's pleasure as if it was his own, which was a very good thing at the moment, for he intended to keep himself from releasing.

The fear of sleep still clouded himself from surrendering fully to the needs of his primal body. And since he'd already weakened himself from that mind shattering orgasm earlier, he didn't dare cum again. To do that would be to put him in a coma for sure, and he loved Minori too much to tempt fate. Surely Victoria's words were nothing more than companion remorse, manifesting from his own abused subconscious. But if she were a spirit and truly did desire vengeance... He simply wouldn't risk it.

Pulling his erect member from the depths of Minori's rectum, he felt ashamed to still be hard and virile while his slender lover lay in an exhausted heap. A quick slurping sound filled his ears as the full length plopped out of the tired and twitching anus. Their makeshift Kimono bed was drenched with cum and Minori now lay in it. Tristan couldn't help be smile at this. As of late, the very idea of semen turned him on. Everything about cumming and pleasure, Minori's penis, his own, his asshole which was no longer virginal, and Minori's long black hair all slick with sweat and ejaculate; all of these images melded together into a super fantasy that drove him absolutely wild. All he had to do was glance at Minori's thigh, or just his slender fingers, and Tristan could become hard.

It was a nuisance, but it was also wonderful.

Gripping his cock, to keep it from flopping about wildly with intentions all it's own, he crawled forward so that he could speak into Minori's ear. "I hope you don't think me... too vulgar when I say this but... I love the smell of your body when we fuck. I love the smell of your cum. And, if you'll let me... I want to eat it."

He pressed his mouth to the tender white ear and slid his tongue down along the canal. He realized he wasn't being fair. His adorable lover had already given him so much. Still, Tristan craved sustenance of an erotic nature and would be restless until his mouth was filled with Minori's hot seed. Perhaps there would be enough left lingering on his belly... but Tristan knew that the only way he would be wholly fed, was for Minori to come one more time.

Minori found himself giggling which turned into sleepy laughter. Tristan was insatiable! But he too enjoyed their mixing scents, the way he smelled after Tristan made love to him, fucked him, and ravished him.

A tendril of aroused excitement slivered through him, awakening him a little from his sleepy haze. “I will let you if you promise to devour me,” he said softly as he turned a little. “If so, take as much as you wish.” Grinning, he thought of something to share, a secret he was comfortable in the sharing.

Gently he pushed Tristan away enough so he could turn over and looking around, ever amazed that he could see so clearly in utter darkness with his new vampire eyes, he saw what he was looking for. “I feel safe with you; safe enough to let you do things to me I was afraid of letting anyone else do for fear of pain. But I trust you completely so…”

He lifted his hand and pointed toward the other side of room. “I want you to tie my knees to my shoulders, do not worry, I’m flexible enough to handle it very well.” Raising up upon his elbows he captured Tristan’s lower lips with his teeth.

‘And use your teeth when you suck me. I always cum hard and quick many times when someone does that… and you may bite me down there too if you wish… Not too hard.’

It was difficult to pull away from the kiss. He could kiss Minori for an eternity and it still wouldn't be long enough for him. Such sweet thin lips that were guided by experience, passion, and something else that Tristan couldn't quite wrap his mind around, but it made him feel special, as if these kisses were created just for him, that no other human, no other paying customer was granted kisses such as these.

However, his heart was all aflutter, especially after hearing Minori's thoughts '.. cum hard and quick many times...' and so he rushed to the side of the room to retrieve a large piece of sailing twine. It seemed too coarse to be wrapped around his lover, but he was determined to be gentle.

Kneeling before his lover, and with unsure hands, he laid Minori on his back and lifted his legs until they were flat against his body, with the knees touching his sweat slicked shoulders. Carefully tying the twine about one knee, and then looping the twine around the cuff of Minori's arm, he gulped nervously. This was strange to him; using rope and what not in relation to sex. And yet, when he had lost control at the Inn, when he had fucked Minori like a maniac, such thoughts had raced through his head, as if put there by someone else. Perhaps that someone... was Minori.

Thinking this, Tristan smiled, feeling more confident and eager to devour that precious and slender cock.

Pulling the cord tight, he gasped as he felt Minori's emotions. The young vampire looked absolutely stunning, and Tristan could feel how amazingly turned on he was. It was distracting to say the least and made him want to fuck Minori's exposed ass, but he resisted and focused instead on bringing the twine behind Minori's back and looping it in a similar manner on the other side of his body.

When he was finished, he scooted back and admired his work. It was... beyond gorgeous. Everything was so open and unabashedly displayed. He could see, however, why Minori would not do this with just anyone. While Tristan longed to touch him and make him feel precious, many others would see this beautiful and inviting position and do nothing but violate him.

Cocking his head, he found that he wanted to add a final touch. Grabbing another piece of twine, he knelt near Minori's head and gently pressed his wrists together. Raising his eyebrows innocently, he asked with his body language if he could bind Minori's hand. And with very sensual body language, Minori replied back to him, and the answer was yes.

So he wrapped the twine around his petite wrists, almost ten times, all the while feeling a strange sense of erotic control. Like a cat, stalking its prey, he grazed his lips over Minori's face, almost kissing him, but stopping before their lips could touch. Then he moved gracefully and sexually on his hands and knees, to Minori's opened rear end.

Sitting at the base of the beautiful body he reached up and lightly caressed the back sides of Minori's thighs, moving down until he caressed the slender hips. Suddenly he lifted the hips, forcing his lover to roll up to his shoulders.

Tristan inched closer and closer until his knees were under Minori's back, and that sweet anus that he'd personified not too long ago, was at chin level. "Sweet Jesus, Minori... I know I said I wanted your cum... but now that I'm here... I think I'll taste something else as well." He spoke in very deep voice that spoke of danger and lust.

Hungrily he lowered his lips to the puckered ring and sucked fiercely, drawing the tightly clenched ring into his mouth. "Mmmmm... mmmh!" He choked on his moan as he tasted sweat, and sex, and his own cum, from ejaculations long since past. 'You're body is amazing, my love. And it remembers me so well.'

Eager to taste him further, he slipped his tongue downward, into the contracted flesh. It took a few seconds for Minori's anus to relax to the sensation, but when it did, he dove his tongue deeply inside his lover and flicked it all over his internal walls.

'Minori, does this... please you?' He mentally inquired. Not waiting for an answer he snaked one hand forward and gripped the upside down penis and pumped it gently. During this, he ground his face into Minori's ass, rubbing his chin and teeth all over the sensitive flesh while his tongue prodded with unrestrained curiosity.

Minori was beyond delighted and relaxed completely. His bound wrists, his legs… the way Tristan’s eyes devoured him heated his body until he felt as if he’d burn from the inside out. Such gentleness… such desire, it made him tremble, made his cock painfully hard.

His breath hitched in his throat as he watched with hooded, lust filled eyes, Tristan lower his face to his butt. A million sparks erupted within his rear when those beautiful lips caressed then sucked him there. Tristan’s voice as he moaned… Oh Kami! Oh Kami! It made him gasp in heady pleasure as a new layer of sweat beaded upon his flesh.

His eyes rolled into the back of his head when his lover’s slick, hot, wet tongue slipped inside of him. That wonderful muscle did amazing things to him, licking, lavishing him with a searing wetness, he’d only dreamed of. “Hai… ohhh hai!” He moaned as his head lulled from side to side. “Kimochi my Kawaii sensei! Motto!”

Minori clenched his rectum hoping to tease the wicked, teasing tongue. He reveled in the way Tristan’s teeth brushed against him and some insanely bizarre and twisted thoughts entered his mind. He was so close, so very close to losing it. He just wanted to know what it felt like… he just wanted too give while he received such beautiful, erotic torment.

“Nggg! Bite me… haaaa… hard! Uhhhh! Sensei! Onegai!” his hips bucked of their own accord, jerked into Tristan’s beautiful strong hand.

Tristan did as his lover begged of him. Presently his fangs descended and he jerked his mouth downward, impaling Minori with his long teeth, directly on either side of the his anus. Pressing harder, his tongue flailing and tormenting Minori's innards, and his teeth tearing into him, Tristan moved his hand to the base of his lover's shaft until he found the tight scrotum. Massaging it, pinching it, and tickling it with the tip of his finger, he aimed to distract Minori from any pain that the bite was causing, for he didn't want to let up just yet. He rather enjoyed the tremors running throughout his lover.


Gradually, blood began to leak from the corners of his mouth, and though he wasn't biting with intent to feed, he did drink up as much as he could. His breaths came fast and hard, as he was breathing only through his nose and at the moment it was overwhelmed with the enticing smell of blood and musky pheromones. Yet again he ached to fuck Minori with his penis, to make him cry out, and to fill him up to the brim with his cum. But there would be plenty of time for that later.

Finally, the taste and smell of the red liquid clouding his mind, he pulled his mouth away. Breathing in fierce gasps, he lowered Minori's ass so that it rested on Tristan's lap. "I... didn't... hurt you... did I?" He panted and gazed down at Minori's precious and flushed face. Blinking, he decided once again to not wait for an answer, and casually slipped his thumb deep inside his lover's hole.

“AAAAHHHHUUUUUAAAA!” his lusty scream filled the under deck of the ship. It was almost as if his brain melted into the consistency of the sea they traveled through, the aftermath of the liquid sloshing against the inside of his skull. He couldn’t draw another breath, he couldn’t move and yet his body jolted and trembled and stiffened so tensely he imagined himself on the brink of shattering. So tense was he that his orgasm was held in check in exquisitely painful glory.

Every fiber of his being rushed to where his Kami’s mouth, his demon tongue, and heavenly fangs rested, dancing erotically as his blood left his body in a slow sensual sway and entered his lover’s mouth. Minori clung to the sensation fiercely, clawing at it until he felt blood in his own hands.

Tristan’s breathless voice, the tone that could kill him with joy at the very sound, light him up with arousal, and burn him with sorrow, spoke to him with more kind words in such a way no one had ever said when doing something like this to him. He nearly wept he reply as he shook his head, whimpering for he couldn’t not speak, his body still tensed and teetering upon the brink of pleasure as Tristan’s thumb entered him.

“HAAA KIMOOOOOCHIIIIII!” He shouted as his body finally let go, allowing his almost hard-as-steel, purple cock to explode it’s fury upon him. His hot seed painted his chest, neck, and even his face thickly. There was so much and it just kept coming! There were no words for the mind-blowing, body wracking pleasure other than pure, blissful decimation. There was simply nothing left of him, no strength, no energy… And yet he felt himself tense and cum again, this time with more fury and so much he didn’t even have the strength to sob tears of pleasured joy and satisfaction.

He bit his lip as the blood covered anus violently twitched, nipping at his thumb during Minori's excruciating and divine orgasm. His nostrils flared at the scent of Minori's hot seed and longed to taste it, to fill himself with it, to bathe in it until he literally drowned in it. But even as he wiggled his thumb, trying to loosen the taut and muscular grip that sucked fiercely at it, he felt it squeeze even tighter as Minori blasted his semen once again.

And now Tristan was practically whimpering with want. It was too much, the lingering essence of blood on his lips, the erotic finger fucking, the loud and impressive screams of his lover, the sea of cum pooling about Minori's chest... he couldn't hold back, he couldn't survive for a second more, unless...

Gently letting Minori's body lower completely to the floor, Tristan hovered over him like a predator. He dipped his head and lapped at the cum, starting with the very tip of Minori's penis and then making his way, thoroughly but quickly, up his lover's body. He panted and groaned as his tongue pressed to the salty skin, made even saltier and more tasty under a film of liquid love.

"Hnnnn... ahhhh... ngh..... hnnnnn...." he might have sounded like an animal, but couldn't help it. Finding a veritable reservoir of semen collecting at the base of Minori's neck, he shivered and drank, letting his teeth pierce the skin so that blood mixed with the taste making it satisfying beyond words.

And still this wasn't enough. He wanted to catch hot burning seed in his mouth, he wanted to bite and suck and enjoy his lovers cock to the fullest, but first, he wanted to fuck him... hard and mercilessly.

Lifting his head, so that he could observe Minori's spent yet sexual expression, he reached down between them and manually rubbed the tip of his cock against the puckered skin of his tight teasing hole. There was no asking of permission, no gentle words of love, rather he roughly thrust forward filling Minori with his painful erection.

"HAAA!" He cried out suddenly aware of the most beautiful sensation in the world: that exact moment upon entry, when his lover hugged every part of his manhood in an immediate contraction. Pausing over Minori, he marveled at how deeply he was able to penetrate him with those slender legs pinned so far up his body, and his ass unprotected and practically weeping for attention.

Craving the ultimate position, he lifted Minori's body so that he impaled him and embraced him. With his lover in his arms, his legs up and over Tristan's shoulders, he moved on his knees until he was in front of a rather large and sturdy crate. Resting Minori's back on the crate, he reached up and gripped the upper ledge to give him more leverage. And so, in this position -- Tristan on his knees and Minori, still tied in a wanton manner, his delicate hands bound, his legs spread and stretched, his feet dangling over Tristan's back as his exhausted body was trapped between his lover and a wooden wall -- he fucked him. Rapidly grinding forward and upward, using all the strength he had left to make the motions deep and powerful, he could barely breathe and yet he was spurred into faster and harder thrusts as Minori's sobbing and breathless moans filled his ears.

The sound of flesh smacking against flesh, as he pounded into Minori's ass, filled the dank air, mixing with Tristan's frantic pouts and groans. "I... ah! I love you! So much! Your ass... HAAA! Is eating me... I'm sorry, love... ngh... I said I would devour you... but it looks like... GAHHH!.... I'm the one being.... devoured!" He was almost crying, but he did not slow his thrusts, in fact, he grew desperate and manic and thrust even harder. No longer on his haunches, he on his knees, leaning into his lover with such force that he could hear the wood of the crate moaning from behind Minori's back as if it were going to break and splinter into a thousand pieces.

Lost under the intoxicating influence of his orgasm, Minori’s barely conscious mind registered his lover’s forceful intrusion and he hardly noticed being moved. He felt as if he’d been drugged heavily, floating and levitating in the air on a cloud of pleasure so intense he could only feel. If he’d wanted to move, despite his bonds, he wouldn’t have had the strength. He couldn’t do anything but exist and enjoy the fury of Tristan’s thrusts.

‘Have I died?’ he wondered, sending it to Tristan inquisitively, ‘Is this what Heaven is like?’ His body was burning with the flames of passion; his mind was cool and lost in the serene waves of drunken residual ecstasy. He felt beautiful, he felt immortal and magical. He felt as if he were…

He screamed inanely, sobbed mere gibberish as the chemical reaction within him rushed to ignite, explode, and devoured him more furiously than his lover’s thrusts could ever become. It tore him to shred and he basked and reveled in it. So intense was it that he seemed to cum again and again one explosion right after the other making it seem like the longest extremely powerful completion in the world.

If a person could die from terribly beautiful ecstasy, then he was at this very moment. He just couldn’t fathom anything being left of him any longer, he’d burned away.

Was it possible? Tristan had to wonder if perhaps they both were dead and existing only in a realm of each other's pleasure. He didn't slow down, even when he felt Minori's body quake with the first orgasm. The glorious feeling permeated him and he gasped, but he did not cease he ravaging motions. It seemed, as tremors ran through both of them, that their love making had transcended normal needs. It seemed that each time they connected in this vicious and beautiful manner; they shed pieces of their former selves and were reconstructed into a glowing unified entity.

Such was the feeling of love he had for this amazing and perfect creature, that he was driven into a frenzy, trying to prove himself, trying make love amidst the fucking, trying to hold him and caress him and at the same time destroy him and rebuild him and take him into his own body so that they were no longer two people, but one. "I love you," he whispered huskily and continued to impale his darling.

Another orgasm rippled through his lover, and then one more, and he felt an amazing and torturous squeeze on his cock, and he nearly collapsed. Though he thought he might die of asphyxiation, or at the very least pass out, he pressed his lips onto Minori's and sucked them into a delicious kiss, tasting cum and sweat at the same time.

While he kissed his love, he slowed his thrusts, his penis still ached for release, but he did not think Minori's ass could take any more violation. Finally stilling his motion, but not breaking from the kiss for even a much needed breath, he brought his arms down and caressed Minori's slick body, rubbing the fresh semen all over him and then smothering it on his own skin as well.

With his fangs still extended, he played with Minori's tongue in his mouth, gently pressing the sharp tip into the muscle but not hard enough to break the skin. This was practice, of course, for what was about to come.

Tristan continued to kiss his lover until both their mouths overflowed in heated drool, so much so that he found himself swallowing over and over. Carefully, Tristan moved them back to the Kimono, which was rank with sweat and man seed, and laid his lover gently on the floor. During all of this, Tristan remained inside of him; his erection was too large now, and too painful to withdraw.

Laying atop him, his balls burning in need, and his penis swollen and eager and trapped, Tristan began to gently thrust. It was difficult at first, but then Minori's anus relaxed a bit and Tristan was able to pump into his lover. It seemed Minori's little anus was still hungry as a small symphony of wet, slurping sounds filled the darkness with each thrust.

Gasping and smiling, then deepening his kiss, Tristan delighted at the feeling and sounds of their bodies as his lover's hole sucked on his shaft like a baby sucking on a nipple, or a toddler sucking his thumb. At that image, Tristan smiled. 'Yes... just like a toddler yearning to suck his thumb...'

They lay like this for several minutes, his arms supporting him so that he wasn't crushing down on Minori's exhausted body, his hips grinding and softly fucking, while his tongue explored and tasted the sweet recesses of his lover's mouth.

Finally, he grew anxious again. Anxious to consume his lover.

On the brink of hyperventilation, Minori’s chest heaved and burned but he felt like the most precious and loved thing in existence. His very heart overjoyed form Tristan’s words, he felt it like a resounding bell through their connection and passed his own love, a love he felt was so blinding and binding his heart would break and his soul would crack.

Their love making slowed to a gentle pace bringing him to yet another climax, a softer, gentler one but just as wonderful. Still bound, still floating above the earth on the cloud his lover had placed him upon, Minor wished to touch him, wished to do more than kiss even is he wasn’t able to move. He simply had to wrap his arms around his lover and shower him with kisses.

However, his body was beginning to protest upon a stronger level and he scolded it, demanded that it not take him away from his Tristan. He fought to open his eyes, fought to speak but lost.

‘No… Tristan hold me, keep me awake and with you!’

Pausing in his thrusts he breathed in the newest aroma of cum. It was different than before. It was a pure smell, as if he had tapped the virginal spring within his lover, a secret reserve of semen that could only be accessed in the most dire of situations. He felt guilty and thrilled at the same time. It seemed that his sweet Minori would exhaust everything he had and fade into nothingness. Even as Tristan penetrated him, held him and loved him, he was being pushed beyond reasonable expectation and it wasn't fair or just... but Tristan couldn't let go.

'I'll hold you, my love. I'll break your bonds soon and hold you so sweetly. I'll cradle you within me and shelter you while you sleep... for you are so tired, love. So very tired. I can feel your weary body aching for rest, and I am the bad man who keeps you from such delicate satisfaction. But I promise, soon you'll sleep in my arms, and I'll hold you till you wake.'

Slowly, he pulled himself out of Minori's quivering hole. His cock shuddered at the sudden chill of the air, so different from the hot and quaking rectum, the place it longed for and made its home within. Reaching down, he stroked his fingers along his lover's anus, soothing it after such abuse, lulling it into a calm and relaxed state. Then he gripped his cock tightly, shielding it from the cold, and began to pump it and rub the tip along Minori's soft and tired member.

"You've cum so many times, my sweet Minori, and it's harsh of me, but I beg you to cum once more. Cum in my mouth, so that I can savor your pure essence, while I hold you."

Finally releasing his grip on his penis, the pain and discomfort of his continued erection almost too much to bear, he forfeited his own pleasure and moved downward, nibbling along the pale body as he went. With Minori's legs still bound and his ass and genitals still blushingly exposed, Tristan found that nothing was beyond his imagination as he stared, once again at the most private and blessed of places on his lover's body. Lowering his lips and his vampire teeth to the small expanse of skin between his balls and anus, Tristan began his final assault.

Nipping at the tender skin, his breath coming in tight hot spurts now, he found himself feasting upon not only his lover's flesh, but his lover's emotions as well, letting every sigh and moan and desire and fear and heartfelt plea swim within him. Dancing his fingers in and out of Minori's anus, he wondered if he was being cruel. He knew his lover needed rest, he knew he wished to be freed from his bonds so that they could hold each other properly, and yet he would not relent.

'I'm a monster, Minori, forgive me.'

Sliding his tongue along the pierced skin, he sought out Minori's sac, which he sucked completely into his mouth. Dabbing his tongue pointedly into the soft flesh, he began to softly grind his face downward until his nose rubbed the base of his lovers cock, which was growing harder and harder as he molested and dominated his balls.

More pleasure than he could bear covered him and refused to let go ever building. Minori moaned as his lover fought his battle for his consciousness for him. ‘Not a monster… nothing to forgive… you are Kami and I love you more than I can say.’ He sent and sent Tristan his emotions and everything he felt.

‘Make me cum again, I want too, for you.’

Letting Minori's slick scrotum slip between his lips, he lifted his face and ran his tongue along the under seam of his lover's long slender, and absolutely perfectly proportioned cock. It was not pink and peach like usual, it was a darker color, one that showed off the veins even more. It was delicious and Tristan was eager to take every inch of it into his mouth, but first: 'Minori,' he summoned and lifted his left hand up, setting it sweetly on his chest. 'Please... hold my hand during. I need such a sweet and innocent action, to counter the horrible things I'm about to do.'

Feeling long delicate fingers clasp his hand, he began to purr softly, providing a soft ambience behind the sucking sounds of his mouth. Very seductively, he continued lapping along the under side of Minori's penis until he abandoned the action in favor or sucking the whole swollen tip into his mouth.

Sucking it in, then releasing it, he gripped the base of the cock firmly with his right hand and held it still from it's exhausted and excited trembling. Then he lathered his saliva all over the head as if he were attempting to steal all the sweet off a lollipop at the county fair.

"Nnnnn...." he moaned and his purrs increased. He thought about what Minori had said a while back, long before the tirade of orgasms that rocked his body because Tristan simply couldn't get enough of that adorable cumming face. Minori had told him: ‘And use your teeth when you suck me. I always cum hard and quick many times when someone does that… and you may bite me down there too if you wish… Not too hard.’ Tristan was intrigued by this, even after tasting his anus, biting him around that tender hole, drinking him and fucking him; even after all that, he was the most intrigued by the thought of biting that slender cock... but not too hard.

Dropping his mouth down over the shaft once again, he undulated his head back and forth, letting his humanly teeth scrap gently along the tender skin. Pressing further, he took all of Minori into his mouth; he could feel the purple head pressing into the back of his throat.

Too much... it was all too much and great glistening gobs of saliva were dripping from his lips and wetting the soft patch of pubic hair at the base of the most beautiful cock in the world.

Swallowing his overflowing saliva, he caressed the tip of the cock with his jaw and throat muscles. Clamping just his human teeth, letting his Vampire fangs caress gently at the sides, he sucked as fiercely as he could and pulled back, as if to draw out Minori's very soul. At the critical point, when his lips were barely wrapped around the head, he drove his face downward, gobbling up his lover. He could feel the slender fingers grasp him suddenly, harshly and lovingly, and then, with Minori's cock deeply down his throat, he felt a tremendous rumble within his lover, building and building, until he was granted that which he most desired.

Moving his lips steadily upward along the shivering and spurting cock, he tightened his lip and sucked, helping Minori ejaculate every last drop of cum.

'You taste like a poem... something perfect in form... perfect in creation... you taste like... a sonnet, to be exact.'

Thrusting his lips down and up, pressing his lover even further, drawing forth an endless fountain, he sent to Minori, 'Just like a sonnet, my favorite type of poetry... and the cute way your tummy twitches at the end of your climax... and your pouting gorgeous face... and the smell... oh GOD! The smell of your body over heated with pleasure; that smell is the couplet at the very end, the part everyone is so eager to read... the part.... my dearest lover... that tells the whole story.'

When the shivering penis seemed drained, he stopped his motions and even released his hand from Minori's sweet embrace. Holding his lover's manhood, which was flaccid, yet not completely asleep yet, he licked it, like a kitty grooming its mate. His sweet purr hummed in his chest as he licked and cleaned the tired cock of cum and spit. He did this for several minutes, gently and lovingly. But Tristan was far from finished.

Gradually his thirst rose again. One helping of the sweetest milk was not enough. Tristan was lustful, and besides, he still had yet to 'bite' his lover on this soft and precious piece of flesh. Lowering his mouth over the head he played with the tip, tonguing it and nibbling it with his gentle teeth.

Slowing his motions, he carefully, full handedly, gripped the penis and held it steady while he gently used one fang to trace the tip of the penis in a loving circle. After doing this for a few seconds, mentally mapping out every bit of the head of his lover's cock, he dragged the fang to the center, and let the very tip of his Vampire tooth enter the small hole, the hole which had erupted in pure ecstasy more times than Tristan could count. He felt Minori's whole body tense up, but he did not let it deter him.

Pressing gently, his fang widening the tiny opening. His purrs ceased as he entered Minori's cock in the most 'untraditional' of ways.

Completely holding his breath, he pushed just a bit further and tasted blood. With his fang impaling the ruby colored head, Tristan used his tongue to caress the violated tip. 'I love you, my Sonnet.'

Minori had never in his life had his penis worshiped so beautifully and for that matter he’d never been worshiped so. Every word Tristan sent into his mind filled him with love even though he didn’t know what a sonnet was, he did know what a poem was, he’d read a few. He’d never been compared to anything as such and it made him smile through his moans of pleasure.

His nearly worn out cock reawakened, jerking to life as soon as the application of his lover’s teeth came a second time. He cried out, arching his back, his eye rolled into the back of his head. He was going to die here tonight, he was going to die in the throes of passion, beneath the man he loved with all of his heart and he didn’t care.

He felt pressure, felt a stinging and stretching in a place he’d not felt since he was a mere child. It was a terrible place to be intruded or so he could recall from memory, those frightening vile memories, he scrambled to hide and lock away from Tristan. He didn’t want him to see, didn’t want him to feel or taste the agony. He didn’t want Tristan to stop because when Tristan did this the pain wasn’t terrible, it was erotic and Kami! It was glorious.

As soon as Minori realized it was one of Tristan’s vampire fangs entering him, thrusting gently in and out of him, something in his mind broke and he screamed, grappling for something of his lover to touch and hang on too, finding only his hair.

‘Kami Tristan, drink from me!’ he begged via their mental link. ‘Motto, do it motto!’

Shimmers of pain, of torture and tears, passed before his eyes and he felt his heart stop for a few seconds. He was so overwhelmed with the converse emotions streaming through his lover as he fanged his penile opening. There were feelings of repulsion and heartfelt anguish, while at the same time Minori sent over such feelings of love and acceptance, Tristan wasn't sure if he should stop this experimental bite or continue. He only wanted to grant his lover pleasure, but there was something inside of Minori that was not enjoying this. And yet he heard, loud and clear, that Minori wanted more and Tristan could not refuse his beautiful lover anything, even if it was something painful, something terrible, something made of pure evil - he could not deny his adorable Minori.

Shifting the position of the fang within the small hole, Tristan impaled him fully, tearing the skin, splitting it with the sharp fang, drawing much blood from the engorged cock; enough to make a small pool in the depression at the base of Minori’s penis, where his manhood met his scrotum. Again he sensed that there was something hidden in his lover’s mind, locked and sealed away, and it worried him, but he would never press for answers. Those were not his secrets to learn, they belonged to Minori and he felt ashamed for letting their presence distress him so much.

‘I’m sorry. I will not look where I am not allowed.’ He sent this as a formality, for the truth was, he couldn’t look anyway. His skills were so inferior to his lover that all he could do was catch snippets and emotions, like ghostly imprints on a window left by oiled fingerprints and breath marks. However, all of these ghostly imprints, at least the ones he was catching now, spoke of torment and abuse and as he fang fucked his precious lover, he started to feel sick in his stomach, which had just been so blissfully coated with Minori’s creamy and delicious ejaculation.

Dipping his tongue down to draw in the pooling blood, like a kitty at his milk saucer, he couldn’t help but feel like a criminal. He didn’t mean to sense his lover’s memories like this, all contorted and half formed and seeming worse because of it. And he didn’t mean to sense Minori’s anxious mental reaction, a hurried race to bar the entrance to the shrine that held the scrolls of his past.

‘Forgive me.’ He closed his eyes tightly and withdrew his fang, then sucked on the tip, gently wrapping his lips around the bleeding head. Drawing out copious slurps of blood, flavored softly with the lingering residue of cum, he sobbed lightly and purred heavily. Tears slid down his face and dripped off his chin, mixing with the crimson liquid residing on his lover.

It was perfect, he realized as their fluids melded together. All this little recipe needed now, was semen. Turning his head, pressing the engorged bulb deep into the soft tissue of his inner cheek, he let both his fangs find their target this time. ’But not too hard’ rang in his mind as he bit down as gently and lovingly as possible, piercing the flesh deep enough to penetrate the living spring within the shaft.

Drinking fiercely now, he knew that, even if Minori didn’t cum, he would lose his erection, for there would be no more blood left to sustain it, when he was finished.

Thinking of this and gulping down mouthful after mouthful, he ground his own hips downward on the soft Kimono covered floor. For a few seconds he saw only red and wanted so badly to join his lover in the realms of ecstasy, but he knew… especially now that he’d given such energy into their prolonged love making… there was no way he could stay awake after an orgasm. Still, the pain was drawing away from his better judgment and he prayed that his torment would end soon, be it from a mouthful of liquid love, or from his own shuddering surrender - he knew neither of them could hold out much longer.

Finger’s slipping into golden locks of hair, Minori arched into Tristan’s fang. He wanted to weep long and hard, long enough to fill a small lake. Tristan was being terribly gentle where others had not been. The pain was nothing to the pleasure and joy he felt. He didn’t feel as if his penis was being torn asunder brutally and he had no fear of such, not with Tristan. Tristan made everything well worth the experience, made it beautiful and enjoyable.

However, while he could feel nothing but excitement, happiness, and pleasure in himself, he felt shadowed pain in his sweet lover. Needless to say it troubled him and confused him, especially when Tristan spoke to him.

Before he could effectively put together a soothing reply, any form of encouragement, Tristan once again asked to be forgiven and removed his beautiful fang and bit his cock in a different manner.

Arching his back and even his neck, Minori cried out with a sob. Oh Kami! Oh Kami! His erection was beginning to wane as his lover drained him. It was simply exquisite, the way his blood left him and nourished Tristan. He could almost feel his blood racing through Tristan’s body and rushing into his veins and some of it rushing to the head of his lover’s agonizingly hard cock.

Slapping his hand flat upon the floor, Minori gasped and dug his fingernails into the wood. “Tristan!” With his mind centering upon his lover’s painful erection, Minori couldn’t get passed it, had to have it find release, wanted to suck it dry and give Tristan relief.

‘Please! Mount me, take me, and fulfill your desire! I will not cum until you have! I will not let you taste me until your cum paints or fills my body!’

Minori was serious and making demands where he normally wouldn’t. Normally he’d ask and be content with what ever reply he received. But Tristan… his sweet, gentle Tristan was in agony and that was something Minori wouldn’t allow nor stand for especially if there was anything, however small that he could do to offer comfort and contentment.

Weakly and with much difficulty, Minori tried to turn upon his side.

Not able to refuse this mental command, not able to refuse his lover in the slightest, he lifted his drenched mouth from Minori’s weakened manhood. “You need not move, sweet one.” He said gently and held the trembling body still and flat. “You tempt me, my love. I am powerless against you. And I will obey.”

He smiled and wetly kissed the base of Minori’s hip and then traveled his kisses quickly up the back of that blushing thigh until his lips finally touched the boat twine that held him in such a precarious position.

As if he were unwrapping a fragile and much loved Christmas present, Tristan untied and removed the twine from around his lover’s knees and shoulders. Then, with a seductive face, he carefully lowered one leg and then the other, conscious of the cramping muscles and gently massaging them as he went.

“I think my body is a terrible glutton. And, to use personification once again…” he spoke huskily between kisses, as he continued to soothe and lengthen Minori’s body, prepping him for a new position, “… my cock desires your warmth in desperation, far beyond anything natural… even beyond the flowers which ache to embrace the sunlight. But my cock…” his voice was low and sensual as he gripped his lover’s bound hands and delicately untied them, gently rubbing the wrists, “…is insatiable. It craves you… I cannot control it… cannot dim its arrogant needs.”

With a sly smile he blamed his entire pleasure seeking existence on his eager penis. It was misplaced blame, but it brought a smile to both their faces, as he rolled Minori onto his stomach and kissed down his spine. “I’ve been in you so many times… and yet it doesn’t get monotonous or old… instead, each time I enter you…” he kissed the small of Minori’s back and brought a hand onto the round ass, to massage it and love it, “… it’s… precious… it makes me feel beautiful to be joined with you. It makes me feel like I have worth - and that I am loved.”

Using both hands to gently spread Minori’s cheeks, he lowered his lips and kissed that place where he had bit, fucked and sucked. It was a kiss much like an apology and also a gentle request for permission. Pressing and caressing his tongue to the reddened skin, he purred sweetly, tasting faint traces of blood and faint traces of himself.

Suddenly, he bit down on his own tongue, driving his own fang deeply into it. Not even wincing with the pain, he let the red substance flow from his mouth and coat the puckered anus. Using a finger now, he widened the hole enough to dab his bleeding tongue inside, forcing the warm liquid directly into Minori now, coating his inner walls.

When his lover’s ass was sufficiently lubricated, he laid his full length down on Minori’s back, and snaked one hand down between them. Gripping his painfully engorged cock, he nosed it forward, gently and easily, due to the blood, entered Minori’s body. “Ngh… here we are yet again.” He said hotly and sweetly into Minori’s ear. He thrust downward once, to make sure he was firmly lodged within, and then he clasped his hands down and under Minor’s chest, pulling him into an embrace, while at the same time, drawing his legs under and around the long slender legs that had, moments before, been bound inescapably.

Solidly holding his lover, he rolled onto his back, pulling Minori on top of him. Lying thusly, Tristan’s back on the floor, and Minori supinely facing the darkness of the boat deck ceiling, spread eagle and impaled from beneath, they began to make love. “If this displeases you… I will release you… but for now… arch your back for me my lover. Arch your back and grind down on me, but please… let me hold you while we fuck.” His voice was tight and full of passion. Breathing hotly into Minori’s ear, he whispered his adoration over and over. During this, he reached around to Minori’s front and fingered his lover’s erect nipples.

Dazed from all their wondrous activity and still feeling as if he were floating on his end with a terrible agonizing ache on Tristan’s, Minori almost didn’t notice Tristan’s slender fingers untying the knots of his bonds. But he was extremely appreciative when his lover massaged his flesh and muscles as he was unbent and shifted.

He smiled and let out a soft moan as something trickled into his rear beside Tristan’s wonderful finger. It was warm and pleasant and he thought he smelled blood although he wasn’t entirely sure whose it was. He would never tire of his lover’s fingers nestled inside of him. He’d never tire of his lover’s gluttonous cock either. And he certainly would never tire of Tristan. For even when fucking, Tristan did it out of love, he could always feel it through their connection and that’s what made it special, different, unique, and why he trusted it.

Love was something he never thought he’d truly feel in his life time and he’d always expected to die young, never to really grow old. It had never bothered him, he’d been content with the idea that he might not ever reach the age of fifty. But then Tristan had come along and given him a sliver of excitement, of hope of escape into new worlds with new possibilities, of gentleness and kindness, love and a sense of peace. He could just be himself unbound by certain rules and limitations. He wasn’t ever forced to do anything he’d not wanted too in the last few days in Tristan’s presence and had truly known freedom to the likes of which he’d not felt in years.

As Tristan entered him, Minori gasped, delighting in the subtle way he was stretched and invaded, gasped from how warm he was, how he filled him, how he slipped in so easily. This was heaven.

Suddenly, his body was being moved and before he registered much of anything he lay with his back pressed against Tristan’s chest, his eyes looking at the ceiling with his lover buried within him. He’d never been in this kind of position before; it was terribly exciting and erotic.

Listening and doing as he was told, Minori arched his back and drew his hand up to rub Tristan’s, moaning softly as his lover began thrusting. ‘Hold me all you wish. I deeply enjoy being wrapped in your arms my Kami Kawaii.’ He sent.

Digging his heels into the floor, Tristan was able to get enough traction to jut his hips upward. Thrusting as such, he flexed his stomach muscles to gain better control over his motions. It was a strange position to be sure, one that had sprung to his mind as if from the realms of fantasy - for neither of them had any clearly drawn references for it.

Laying on the bloody and cummy Kimono, Tristan felt remarkably safe. His lover was atop him, snuggly pressed to him, writhing and grinding his hips, flexing his back, gasping and sighing like an angel, riding and being ridden at the same time. And more than this, Tristan was able to hold him, and even though they weren’t facing each other, it was an endearing position none the less. It gave Minori all of the power and yet restricted him from abusing it, not that he would, but the equal distribution of dominance was reassuring and arousing to Tristan, who was too used to feeling trampled.

“I’ll come… ngh… inside you… if it will make you sigh in pleasure…” he whispered barely loud enough to hear over his rumbling, purring chest. Sensing his lover, he knew that his words excited him, and also he knew that the vibrations from his chest were entering Minori’s back and filling him with warmth and something else… determination perhaps.

‘I could stay like this forever, my love. I could rock with this boat, pressing deeper and deeper, until your ass swallowed me whole. Or I could just hold you and stay in you… that’s how I feel, Minori, when you lay upon me like this, your body so exposed while mine is so covered, our sweat making us slick, making us hot for more.’

Everything felt so right in that moment, and he embraced his lover ever more tightly, running his hands up and down Minori's front, tracing his slender musculature, caressing his nipples, dragging his fingers through the small patch of pubic hair that drew to an adorable point as if trying to draw more attention to the Japanese boy's sexy belly button.

Dipping his fingers in the depression of Minori's navel, Tristan sought to map out every single part of his lover's body, not just those erogenous zones and tasty parts that quivered when he came, but also the practical, the lovely, and the innocent places as well.

Once again Minori found himself lost in the emotions of his lover and himself. He was going to die, he really was going to die, and no normal person should be able to withstand so many orgasms, proving once again that all of what Tristan said must be real. And while his Golden Kami’s hands caressed as if memorizing his body, he had to wonder if a vampire’s libido was stronger and hungrier, if because of those things it changed their bodies to take on the enormous amounts of sexual desire and also be able to exert such energy, healing and be ready to go again.

And he had to ask himself if he really cared at the moment. What would it matter? If Tristan wanted him over and over for days on end he’d gladly give himself if only in return he was able to kiss, be held and hold, see a smile, feel his lover’s contentment, happiness and ecstasy.

A deeper thrust caused him to gasp and dig his fingernails into Tristan’s square hips. “Motto! Yate! Yate! Ikasete!” He tried to ride his lover harder, his naughty requests voiced in breathy shouts.

There was a fire steadily building within him. And yet, he felt his blood coursing through him like a river that would never suffer a dam. It amused him to visualize himself 'literally' fucking Minori for all eternity, and yet it was also a frightening prospect.

'I want to show you more than sex! I want to show you love in tender ways too! I want to kiss the soft places on your hands and feet and adorn you with rose petals and hold you in the winter and keep you warm and... and...' An image arose in his mind. Was it a vision of the future? He hoped it was. It was a gentle exchange of vows; it was the most meaningful kiss in existence. It was marriage. In the vision he saw Minori's dark eyes, glittering like jewels set within the most delicate of complexions. And he saw himself beaming and drunk on the moment, and then he returned from this flash of what might only be wishful thinking, to the present and he could feel his penis buried within Minori and desired suddenly, something more... something perverse and unnatural and yet beautiful.

"Minori... I love you so much, my Beautiful Harbor... " He spoke sweetly and nibbled his lover's tender earlobe as if asking permission. Flexing his whole body to meet Minori's motions, his romantic demeanor changed completely. "Your hips are driving me crazy." Blatant lust ran through his tones as he pulled his lover down to him, pressing the slick back against his chest, inescapably.

"This smell... I'll never forget it... even if you were stolen away from me for a hundred years... it would still fill my nostrils. Your body... your emotions right now... I don't want ..." and then he lost control and gripped Minori's hips, guiding and grinding them and drawing out moan after moan from his beautiful lover, "... to release you..."

After a few harsh seconds of bucking and panting, his hands, wet with love and sweat, rose from the trembling hips and ass that still pumped his cock, and slid them up along Minori's taut and heaving chest. Still sliding along his lover's body, his hands finally came to rest at Minori's slender neck; his fingers wrapping gently around it. Maybe it was the ancient spirit within him that compelled him to such an action, but no matter how he tried to resist, he found himself tightening his hold and slowly, seductively choking his lover.

Minori felt his lover’s hands traveling up his body and moaned a moan that was cut short when those beautiful hands clasped his throat and squeezed. For a moment he panicked, unable to breathe, his hands pounding the floor and Tristan’s hips, then tore at his lover’s hands, his fingers slipping from blood as he tore the flesh. There was no air, none to pass through the passageway to his lungs! He’d been choked before but never during sex!

His eyes short open and bugged out in shock and fright, but his cock twitched and grew impossibly harder and although his lungs screamed for oxygen and his nerves took a beating from fright, he began to relax. Tristan wouldn’t let him die; he believed that with all of his heart.

Jerking wildly, Minori tried to continue riding his lover while his head became lighter, and his vision becoming unfocused. One of his bloodied hands slipped down to his cock and stoked its begging length. He wasn’t sure what to make of this, wasn’t sure if it was something good but Kami it felt good, and aroused him to new heights.

Feeling the burn, the coiling rise even faster and more urgently than before, Minori tensed and came, his hot seed spilling upon his stomach and chest, his ecstatic cry silenced by his lover’s hands around his throat. Once again it was the kind of orgasm that was a hundred times more powerful than anything he’d ever felt only this time he was so lost inside the need for air, the power of it, he didn’t open himself up to share it. He was gone, unable to do anything but feel.

Tristan relaxed his hold and breathed a great sigh of, feeling through Minori the satisfaction of returning air. The smell of fresh cum wafted over them and Tristan ceased his hips from their upward thrusts. He smoothed his scratched and bleeding hands all over Minori's chest, rubbing in the slick seed like an expensive lotion. Drawing up one hand to his face he licked at the ejaculate, tasting their juices (cum and blood) combined.

After he'd cleaned his hand, he gently stroked Minori's face and neck, while purring softly. Though Tristan usually thrived on words, all kinds of words, he couldn't think of any to say that would fit this situation. Even 'I love you' seemed a bit trite after something as extreme as sexual asphyxiation. And yet, he felt that his silence conveyed exactly what needed to be expressed.

Without really forming the thoughts, he sent his feelings toward Minori; feelings of gratitude, love, respect, and something extra that said he would never allow anyone else in the world to touch Minori ever again. They would never hurt him, never pleasure him, never use him, and never throw him aside... never again. As long as Tristan's heart was beating, he would keep Minori safe and cradled in love.

His lips found Minori's neck, which was bruising slightly under the strain of being choked, and he kissed away the pain and the uncertainty and all the panic that he had sensed in his lover, when the fingers first began to squeeze. He kissed him and at the same time he lifted Minori's hips until his still erect cock slid out from the weakly trembling anus.

Even though Tristan didn't feel the full brunt of the orgasm, he could feel Minori's extreme exhaustion and knew that he had reached a fulfillment that was not only grand, but marked the end of their prolonged intercourse. Suddenly he felt ashamed and wrong in using his lover to such an extreme degree. It felt particularly wrong to still be hard when Minori was so soft and supple and spent and gorgeous.

As he lay Minori beside him, facing him, looking pale and pristine and just like an angelic sculpture, he reached down and covered his erection with his hand, for he felt ashamed that he had not yet come, especially after Minori had been so generous and perfect in delivering him great pleasure and taking him deeply inside of him time after time. It was painful, yes, but he would bear it, ignore it, forget about it, for the sake of staring at Minori's half closed eyes and his overall expression of complete and utter sexual satisfaction.

He reached one arm over to pull his lover closer. "I'll... get better at it... I think." he whispered sweetly. "Get better at pleasing you without destroying you like this. I'll... cum inside you... and fill you with me as many times as you want. I don't know what came over me this morning. I suppose I'm a terrible teacher. Before we were even finished with the first lesson we were already fucking."

Pressing his face forward, letting his purr consume the silence around them, he nuzzled his nose and face against his lover. "I'm still learning. And... I don't know why I did that." Running a finger along the muscle of Minori's swanlike neck, he smiled sweetly and remorsefully. 'I love you. I love you, Minori. I love you.'

As soon as Tristan’s hands eased in their death grip, Minori took a frantic gulp of air; he took several of them, unable to move. He simply didn’t have the strength to do more than breathe.

He let his lover soothe him, move him, speak to him and managed to open the connection of their minds. Even fatigued and practically dead from ecstasy, Minori was able to hear and feel the things Tristan sent to him and even something else that wasn’t so nice or so pleasing. He focused upon his anal entrance and knew his lover had not cum. It was frustrating and stung in ways he didn’t understand.

But he was simply too exhausted to discuss this little problem and pushed it away from his thoughts before his lover could touch it let alone see it. And in deciding that the least his lover could do was hold him while they rested, Minori gathered up enough of his taxed energy, and rolled away then scooted back until his back pressed against Tristan’s vibrating chest. How he loved the sound of Tristan’s purr. One day he should love to purr and show Tristan how wonderful and content he felt.

Minori once Minori settled and began to relax, his eyes drifting nearly closed, he began to feel cold from the dank air, weak, and vulnerable so naked. He reached for Tristan’s hand weakly and wrapped his arm around him, bringing his lover’s beautiful fingers to his lips. But instead of slipping one of his own into his mouth as had been his habit since he was a child when needing comfort, he pushed Tristan’s index finger passed his lips and suckled.

‘I… love you… cold...’ He sent seconds before succumbing to a deep, dreamless sleep.

For several calm moments he didn't even dare to breathe, such was his intense focus on the sensation of his finger being sucked as if it were a pacifier. For torturous and sweet seconds he envisioned his little Anna resting in his arms, sucking at a false nipple. She cooed and nuzzled him and he thought that he could never know greater love. He had been wrong.

Desperate to warm his lover, he looked around the room. He saw a large canvas tarp and thought it would be too filthy and scratchy to grace his lover's skin. Then he saw some mesh netting and wondered if it too would be scratchy. Finally he decided that if he could reach, he would untie the bundle of their possessions and lay the blanket across them.

Reaching with his foot, he managed to snag the tied portion with his toes and drew it near his free hand. Carefully he laid Minori's precious possessions on the edge of the soiled Kimono that they lay upon, and wrapped the soft fabric around them both. As he did this, he heard a tiny clink, and noticed that his glasses, which had still been wrapped in a corner of the blanket, fell to the wooden floor. His heart skipped a beat as he looked at them, hoping they weren't broken. Seeing that they were fine, he reached for them and pulled them on his face. For some reason, he thought he would have a better chance of staying awake if he wore them.

Finally, with the blanket upon them, his glasses in place, their cummy bodies spooning sweetly and his erection at half mast and waning, he settled in for what he knew would be a long vigil. 'I am sorry, Minori... that I couldn't fill you with my seed... I know what that feels like now, how good it feels... and I deprived you...' And then he whispered with a catch in his throat, "Because I'm a coward."

Purring and kissing the back of Minori's head, he struggled with all his might, to fight the rising urges within him. Part of him wanted so badly to cum all over his sleeping lover, to really coat him with new warmth, while another part of him wanted just to sleep. The thick blanket of want suffocated him and his head relaxed down onto the ground. 'But my glasses,' he reminded himself, 'I can't sleep with them on... they'll get broken.' He stopped purring and redoubled his efforts to stay awake. He tried to recall from his time at the university, every lecture and poem that had held some importance to him and when he had formed a lengthy mental list, he recited or paraphrased every one, speaking in soft tones.

For an hour or so this went on, and still Minori was in a sleep akin to death. His mouth continued to suck, reacting on instinct only as his body was beyond the conscious ability to decide anything. "You're so adorable." Tristan said with a sleepy smile. His cock was flaccid now, and with it's limpness he felt an amazing sense of unfulfilled need. It nagged at him and made his groins burn in sad remorse.

"Somehow... I'll kill her memory... I will sleep sweetly with you... I will over come this... for you, my love." His words were slurring now and his chest rose and fell with a constant breath. Every part of him craved sleep, every fiber of his body desired rest. It was in this state, he quickly discovered, that he was most susceptible to premonitions.

He was no longer lying beside Minori; he was floating in a sort of bodiless space, hovering over darkness, hovering over a field at night. He could see, as if from a bird's eyes, his darling lover kneeling in the private lot at his manor in Cornwall. Minori knelt there, all alone. This private lot, Tristan recognized, even though he hadn't seen it in quite some time, was the family graveyard. He saw the newest additions, free of moss and weathering. His mother and his father... and his sister. And then looked at the stone were Minori knelt. It was another newer grave, though he could not say how long it had been there. The words: Tristan Frederick Hanley were engraved in the pristine marble.

'Minori..' he tried to speak to his lover, 'Minori! Please! Come to me! Don't leave me!' And as he shouted feebly within his vision, he realized that it wasn't Minori who was leaving him... it was he who had left Minori.

Opening his eyes, smelling Minori's hair, feeling Minori's tongue still touching and tasting his finger, he started to cry softly. 'Is that... really the future?' Certainly it couldn't be confused with wishful thinking.

The weight of the vision crushed him so thoroughly that he no longer felt tired and so he forgot to fear Victoria's malevolent voice. And almost right on cue with his depressed and beaten mind, he heard her laugh softly, 'You were such a disappointment to me. And now I see that I may have judged too soon, for it is a rare gift to see the future. Rare... and ultimately the most unhappy of gifts. Unhappy for all except me. I know you'll be with me soon, my innocent little butterfly. I'll wipe all memories of Minori from your mind, I'll make you forget you ever tasted flesh. For you realize, Tristan, this is the only way... you cannot escape a true vision.'

Crying still, shaking a bit, wishing the blanket were heavier, like wool, Tristan shook his head. 'I may not be able to escape or change the future... but along with this gift comes the responsibility to try.' Refocusing himself, he shut out her cold voice and continued to cry silently. His glasses fogged up. Too weak to remove them, he pressed his damp face into the mass of midnight hair. No matter what he tried, he could not shake the image of his own tombstone from his mind.

From the void of sleep so deep a horn or even the loudest thunder couldn’t have awoke Minori, he felt a deep sorrow tugging upon his heart. He knew it was his lover, knew he should awaken and discover what was troubling him, but he couldn’t pull himself from this darkness, this heavy blanket of sleep, only seemed to fall deeper within it.

The spell of cavernous slumber finally lifted and lazily, Minori blinked his eyes open. His body was weak, sore, and his throat ached as he opened his mouth to yawn. While his mind of defogging, he began to notice other things around him, things touching him. Tristan’s warm body wrapped around him, his lover’s breath hot against the back of his head. His lover’s leg over his, Tristan’s finger in his mouth.

But there was something terribly off. Tristan felt… Sounds began to register within his head. The footsteps and scraping of things being moved above them, the water sloshing against the hull of the boat, and soft sniffling and weeping so close…

Minori pushed Tristan’s hand from his face and turned over, surprised by how worn he still felt. Upon seeing his lover’s sorrow contorted face, his brow furrowed and his fingers traced the wet paths of tears after removing his lover’s glasses carefully. His heart clenched inside his chest and he swore it bled. He couldn’t bear to see his lover cry let alone like this.

“Did the demon come again?” He barely whispered; his voice hoarse. “Did you have a terrible dream? Have I done something to upset you?” He trailed off and brushed Tristan’s hair from his face feeling so confused. “Are you in pain?”

Scooting closer, Minori placed gentle kisses upon Tristan’s cheeks, tasting his salty tears. He nuzzled his neck even tried to purr with all his might to offer some sort of comfort. But it only furthered to frustrate him when he couldn’t. “Please tell me, don’t shut me out. Please… Please don’t cry. Don’t cry.”

'My beautiful Minori...' he wanted to tell him, wanted to take his lips in a sweet kiss and show him everything, wanted to sob into his chest for eternity and never return home to England so that his vision could never come true. And yet, he couldn't bear to reveal even the tiniest snippet of his premonition. It was selfish of him... but he simply couldn't do it. To show Minori a grave marked with Tristan's name, would almost be like dying.

Feeling the sliver of panic within his lover, he knew he needed to provide some explanation for his tears and trembling. "The demon... Victoria... I know she is dead, Minori... but somehow she lives on in my mind. It's painful... so painful." More tears, but this time he didn't let Minori gently kiss them away. He became aware of the subtle rocking of the boat, the new smells of men making transfers, and he knew they needed to escape the confines of the hull, and disappear into the darkness of the port city.

Moving like a fumbling child, he pulled away from his lover and grabbed his glasses. He shied away from the Japanese man's touch, but not out of repulsion, out of need. If Minori were to lay his hands on Tristan's hot flesh just now, it would be over; he would crumble into a sobbing mess, totally sleep deprived and consumed with fear. And such a display would not help them find safety.

He noted several aches, lingering in his body, as he walked toward a familiar crate, his skin now sporting dried residue as evidence of gratuitous fucking. Opening the lid he easily withdrew the corpse of his last feed victim. Within seconds he'd stripped him of his foul smelling pants and shirt. Tristan had planned on wearing these and giving Minori his Kimono for the time being but... These were petite clothes and though Tristan hated making Minori wear anything other than his preferred Kimono apparel, it was unavoidable. Minori's lovely Kimono, the now 'sexed upon' garment, would have to be washed thoroughly before it graced his skin again.

After stuffing the corpse back inside the liquor box tomb, Tristan brought the clothing to his lover and knelt down before him, pressing his forehead to Minori's lap. "I'm so sorry. These are utter filth, but they will keep us from arousing suspicion and causing trouble as we leave. If you'll wear them long enough for us to find safety, I'll tear them from your body and cleanse every part of you with kisses."

It was subtle but none the less very clear to Minori that his lover didn’t want his touch in this instance. It pained him and confused him and the nagging wonderings of why his lover had not cum inside of him arose within his mind. There was more going on than his lover had shared, much more. He hadn’t spent most of his life around strangers, learning to read them to not be able to pick up on simple body language.

However Tristan wasn’t sharing and Minori wouldn’t slip into his lover’s mind uninvited no matter how dearly he wished to assuage him. And so, he closed himself off to his lover, closed the door inside of him more from frustration and worry that Tristan might see his fears than in resentment or retaliation.

Watching, his lover move, his heart only ached more and his breath caught in his throat as he bit back tears as Tristan lay his head in his lap. It was a hard thing to resist resting his hand upon Tristan’s head but he did so out of respect for what seemed to be his lover’s wishes. He almost demanded to know everything Tristan was hiding but thought better of it, hoping, praying that he’d come to him with it when he needed too.

Minori pulled the filthy, grimy, alcohol stained clothing from Tristan’s hands with a sigh. “I do not mind the clothing. Once I find a place, I will clean ours so we might wear them again. If need be I will purchase new Kimono…”

Sighing once more after a moment’s thought; a moment’s annoyance and hurt, he perked a brow. “You did not cum… And it seems you have not slept either… You are not to touch me for a week.” He said firmly. “Not in any sexual manner. I love you Tristan but… Get dressed. We should find the market and then the train station for a train to Kyoto.”

A week. Tristan felt as though Minori had just run a knife through his heart. It was difficult for him to understand why such a harsh punishment was being brought down on him. After all, he only wanted to protect Minori, to shield him from the unpleasant realities drifting about them... Suddenly he felt sick to his stomach. He realized that he was being overly sheltering, just like Victoria. Waves of despair crashed down on him as he was repulsed by himself.

One whole week. Still Tristan tried search Minori’s thoughts and emotions, tried to read his lover, tried to understand. But every attempt to rekindle their psychic connection was met with great resistance as if Minori were determined to not let Tristan touch him physically as well as mentally. ‘I’m sorry. I’ll accept whatever punishment you see fit.’ He sent weakly. He didn’t expect any response and he didn’t wait for one either.

Quickly he packed up the blanket of treasures and scooped up his lover, as he could see that Minori’s legs and hips were still weak from their sexual marathon. He held him to his chest, but did not kiss him, did not coddle him. Holding him like a stranger holds a man in need of a hospital, not at all like a lover holding his beautiful mate; he carried Minori up from the bowels of the ship.

The smell of night welcomed them into this new place. How he longed to kiss and caress, how he burned in agony to speak words of love and adoration. Silence, ice cold silence was all that survived between them as they left the main port area. With some guidance from his lover, he brought them to the Market place. It was dark and there was a slight fog lingering in the alley ways and streets.

Dismal, Tristan thought. Not able to stand it anymore he pressed his lips to Minori’s ear, sensually. But he did not kiss or insert his tongue; he merely let his lips hand there in a sort of awkward limbo.

“I love you.” He whispered and set Minori down, holding him gently so to keep him on his feet, which were bare. How could he possibly explain what had happened on the boat while Minori slept? How could he confess to Minori that he, himself, was so weak, that the mere touch of something so precious and beautiful was enough to make him sob like an infant? His arms were around his lover, and he could already feel his defenses failing.

‘I want to fall to your feet in a thousand pieces and let you rebuild me. But I know we don’t have the time or the energy to spare. My will is no match for your kindness and love.’ And that was the truth, but it was sealed with a bitter motion, for as soon as he sent these thoughts he withdrew his arms from around his lover and stood near him, but did not touch him. It seemed a good idea to distance himself actually, since he knew in the end, he would leave his lover to embrace death. Best to begin softening their connection and dependency now, he decided, and yet the prospect of not waking up wrapped in his emotions scared him even more than the prospect of death itself.

‘I’m a ruined man. You must be so disappointed.’ He hung his head, not even daring to look at Minori. At least with Victoria, who was abusive to him in many ways, he felt sure that she would keep him. He was her toy, her miracle baby play thing, and so she was constant in her desire to display Tristan. Because of this, he never felt that he could be replaced and enjoyed the feeling of security, even security at the sacrifice of dignity.

With Minori however, Tristan had to wonder... Minori was smart and beautiful and young and whole. He was not an oddity; he was a perfect Vampire and someday, he would outgrow Tristan and seek more appealing company. It seemed only natural, even though it broke Tristan’s heart to comprehend such things even for a second.

Tears welled in Minori’s eyes as Tristan placed him upon his feet and slipped away from him. The things his lover said to him… Minori turned away unable to breathe which in turn brought more tears to his eyes. He felt so disconnected, so terribly cold from inside out he began to shiver. This was beyond unbearable; it felt as if someone were rubbing tiny, jagged glass shards into his heart.

Staggering toward a wall, Minori clutched his chest and sunk to his knees. But he wasn’t… or maybe he was, he didn’t know honestly. There was something deep inside of him that sensed something terribly wrong within Tristan and his old fears arose as his slightly suspicious mind put little things together that might not even be true. How could he ever explain that he needed his lover to have moments of bliss, moments of release, moments… The most of his life his mind had been set to believing he was inadequate if he didn’t make the one he was supposed to be pleasuring climax, that if their completion didn’t come to pass, then he wasn’t desirable or worth the money or effort?

How could he ever explain that he loved Tristan so much it filled him with joy to know he’d made him feel a moment of bliss. And how could he ever explain that he had come to need him, had come to rely upon him, come to love him so much that he wanted to live only for him, to make him happy, be a friend and listening ear or shoulder to cry on? That this felt like Tristan was rejecting him slowly.

“What have I done to displease you?!” Minori finally sobbed, curling in on himself. “Why do you wish to leave me? Am I nothing more than a toy to you to be cast aside when you have had your fill?! How can you be so cruel? How can you make me feel safe and confess things I never have never told anyone, trust you, love you so much and then leave me?!”

At first he couldn't believe what he'd heard. Did Minori truly believe that Tristan was planning to leave him? How much of Tristan's private musings had Minori caught through their connection and misinterpreted? And yet it didn't matter. Tristan was glad to have all the cards finally on the table and he suddenly felt very angry. Angry at himself mostly, but angry also at Victoria for her lingering existence within him, and angry too at his precious lover.