Pain and Pleasure

Chapter 14.

The boys were lazily lying on the white fur in front of the fireplace. There was no hurry to go anywhere and no assignments to be done. This was a long awaited holiday for the both of them and they were enjoying every minute of it.

Shaya was having a tough time, she'd had meetings throughout the entire day, and just when one ended, another would start. She was incredibly grumpy and nobody wanted to get in her way.

After the first meeting the boys had attended, they had been banned from the meeting hall and neither of them had had any objections about it. Just to be sure that they wouldn’t bump into Shaya, Yvain had arranged it so that Xir’ag received his food in their room and Sajore had fed in the middle of the night when everyone else was asleep. Now, they had nothing but time.

Xir’ag rolled onto his stomach and looked into Sajore’s eyes as the vampire turned his head to look at him. He looked so happy and calm, there were almost no remaining marks of the stress he'd had when they first met. The vampire had changed in almost every way, but yet, he'd still managed to stay the same, deep inside. Xir’ag reached out and traced the arc of the vampire’s eyebrow.

He looked so much like Shaya. Not their faces, but the looks displayed upon their faces, their smiles, their grins, even their laughter. It had been so hard to hear Shaya laugh when he was here alone the first time. It had made him miss Sajore so much, that it had literally hurt.

“You never told me why you turned Shaya?” Xir’ag whispered.

Sajore looked at him questioning.

“Neither of you have talked about it, but it must have been you who turned her, right?”

Sajore only nodded. “Maybe this would be a good time to tell all about it. We have time and you need to know. And I need to tell you, better now than later.”

“You’re right, this is a perfect time,” Xir’ag smiled and crawled closer to the vampire. He knew this story would be painful for him to tell, so he wanted to brace him by being close. He snuggled comfortably close to Sajore as the vampire draped an arm around his slender frame.

“To tell you about Shaya, I need to start from the beginning.” He nuzzled his nose into Xir’ag’s white hair and inhaled the calming scent. Then, as Xir’ag stayed quiet, he began his long story.

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“I was never told about my birth. As it were, I was never really born as me. I was summoned to a body of a bit over twenty year old human being. Both of the human's parents were vampires, but he was still alive at that time. I guess I am still partly that human, but I remember nothing of my life before that ceremony where the demon was put into my body and my new life began.”

His voice was calm and quiet, just loud enough for Xir’ag to hear the pain that resided deep within it. He squeezed the vampire harder as he continued.

“The ceremony was done in a forest where the demon had been exiled a long, long time ago. I was supposed to be the ‘big missing link’ among all vampires. There was a big prophecy about how I would bring the vampires--“

“Prophecy?! About you?” Xir’ag cut him off, staring at him with wide eyes.

Sajore chuckled. “Yes, about me. It might sound cool, but it was very hard to be born into a role that was set for you before you even existed in this world.”

Xir’ag fell quiet. This was so much bigger than he could have possibly guessed.

Sajore continued again. “As I said, the prophecy had told my parents to go to the woods and perform the ceremony to bring the demon into my body. They did so, stealing a body that they had prepared just for this use, from a human village.

The body was their son, but he... I had been raised amongst humans, like a human, safe and without the knowledge of my vampiric blood. I guess I always was a vampire, but the vampire blood in me was dormant, since I didn’t feed upon blood. The humans that took care of me made sure that I never ate meat of any kind so that the blood lust could not take hold of me.

And then they came and took me away. I was to be their perfect weapon. They summoned the demon out and surrendered my body to his use. When the demon was finally set into my body, my parents let me feed from them so that my vampire blood would finally be awakened.

That night I died and was born again, as me and the demon. But what they didn’t realize at that time, was that something went wrong... terribly wrong. The demon was suppose to take hold of my entire body, to take total control and reign, but somehow my body was too strong and it rebelled, and still continues to do so. Maybe I was too old, maybe just too strong from the start or maybe they just screwed it up.

The demon is merely a parasite as he is now, not the one who would be me. This is difficult to explain because honestly, I still can’t read the demons mind and find out what he thinks, even though we get along a lot better these days than we used to. And so there are still secrets that even I don’t know about my own existence.

My parents didn’t realize that anything was amiss. They had never done this before, nobody had in centuries, so they thought that what happened was normal and eventually mine and the demons souls would just blend. But they never will, I know that, I can feel it. We are different beings trapped in the same body.

After the ceremony, I was taught all of the basic skills of a vampire. My mother lectured me about the history of our clan, filling my head full of this prophecy and preparing me for my role as the leader. I hated it. I couldn’t remember my life before that and was feeling completely lost with all of it. I never felt close to my parents who both treated me with utmost respect. I still felt like an ignorant brat who didn't know anything.

I had a lot of trouble keeping the demon inside of me under control. It burst out and made me act against my will, raising havoc everywhere that we went. Soon my parents realized that until I could control the demon, they could not take me to public places. They took me to an isolated mountainside and started to teach me in not-so-pleasant ways, how to control the demon. At the same time they still wanted it to release itself when they needed it.

I was invincible when it came to strength, but the strength was so uncontrolled that I destroyed everything that I touched.

This is how my ‘childhood’ was spent. It was a constant struggle to control myself, to fight against my parents will and try to keep my own head through all of it. I almost lost myself and gave up, but in the end, I was the one who survived.” His voice turned bitter as he stopped again.

Xir’ag was digesting all that he had just heard and didn’t know what to say.

Soon Sajore sighed and then continued, his voice sounding normal once again. “I was nothing but a weapon for them. And to their horror, I became much more powerful than what they could handle. My father travelled quite a lot at that time. He collected information and tried to gather groups for their coming ‘army’. It was a mistake to leave me alone with my mother.

I had always hated her, there was simply nothing good about her. They were very alike, siblings as they were.” He stopped and stared the top of Xir’ag’s head. “I don’t think I’ve mentioned that before either, my mother and father were sister and brother.”

Xir’ag raised his head and looked at him with wide eyes. He was still so confused that he stayed quiet.

The vampire saw the confusion in his eyes and smiled. He could understand.

He continued. “One time my father was meeting a big group of humans, just north of our mountain. I was left alone with my mother as usual. She had been irritating me all day, making the demon inside of me spill out as my rage rose too high for him to control anymore. I was about to explode. Every time that had happened before, both of my parents had chained me up and had been rescued that way, but my mother was never very smart.

I killed her with one simple strike. There were trees all around us. One of the basic things my parents had taught me was that wood, when thrusted trough a vampire's heart, was lethal. So was sunlight. That was why we lived in a very deep forest, close to a huge cave that we could spend our days is.

Forests have trees. Trees are wood. I only had to get her outside, which we did every night. I had cut off a small branch from one of the trees and had slowly sharpened it, with my nonexistent weapons; my fangs and claws. It was slow, but I was not in a hurry. So, when the time came, I had a weapon to kill her, and that's exactly what I did.

She was dead in an instant. I drank some of her blood and then waited for my father inside of the cave, leaving her body on the ground outside so he would see it right away when he came back.

My father was furious. He had lost his sister and lover, but above all, I had ruined their precious prophecy. They had been planning on giving birth to another child, hoping it would be a girl, so that I could copulate with her, continuing the prophecy, making a perfect, pure vampire.”

Sajore laughed at that. He still felt pleasure when thinking about the look his father had on his face that night. He had destroyed all of their carefully laid plans. And his father could do nothing about him, he was too scared to attack his son alone, knowing that he was too powerful of an opponent for him to handle.

Xir’ag remained silent and so Sajore continued.

“My father left. He just left, saying nothing to me. I was left alone, with no knowledge of what to do and how to survive. Of course I knew the basic survival skills, but I was still scared to show myself to anyone else or live amongst other beings. Until then it had always ended in catastrophe.

For weeks I observed my mothers corpse turning into ashes and fading away from the ground in front of the cave. When she was completely gone and I was getting so hungry that I couldn’t even think clearly anymore, I went to the nearby villages, presenting myself as a traveller. They feared me, but never attacked, even when they must have known that I killed people in the night. That must have been because they knew who I was and were afraid of even bigger losses if they got me angry. They never said a word to me if they didn’t have to, treating me with fear and respect.

This is how I spent years after that, not knowing what to do anymore, no prophecy to fulfil and nobody to follow, I was once again feeling utterly lost. At times I considered sitting outside when the sun came out, simply vanishing from this world, but every time the demon talked me out of it, his will to survive was the only thing that kept me alive. If I would have died, he would have returned to his emptiness, to the forest far away.

The only truly important gift my parents ever gave me was the necklace that you are now wearing, the jewellery that is to return my human soul to life when my body dies. It was the other thing that kept me alive, the knowledge of the fact that if I would die, I would only return as a human. I was already unhappy about my life and didn’t want to think about what would happen if I ever lost all of my strength. So, I just went on existing.

Because I didn’t know what to do and didn’t know where to go, I slept. I slept for centuries. I wasted time that I could have spent travelling and educating myself, sleeping. Idiot that I was, I was selfish and never realized what the world had to offer me.

I was waiting for something, waking up every now and then to see if that something was already happening. It never was. Until one day, it happened. My father came back and I woke up from my long sleep.

He had a beautiful, young, Elven bride with him. He was a handsome man, looking no older than I did, but having much more charm. The girl was head over heels in love with my father, having no idea of his true nature. My father treated her wonderfully. He even built her a small house in the forest, close to our cave. It was soon after that when my father told me that she was pregnant.”

Xir’ag lifted his head a bit. “Shaya?”

“Yeah, it was Shaya.” Sajore smiled. “She was a beautiful child. She had a shiny black hair and beautiful, large, blue eyes that were always glowing with happiness and she giggled constantly, she was an easy child.

My father spoiled her, giving her everything that she ever wanted. I grew jealous. He never paid any attention to me, I was forgotten and hated. His bride never liked me, my demon scared her and she tried to keep Shaya away from me. Of course, kids are kids, and because Shaya was never supposed to see me, she grew curious and was soon visiting me daily in the cave that I was living in.

At that time I had basically become a hermit, only showing myself to the family. I never brushed my hair or cared about my appearance, so I was ragged, dirty, and must have smelled real nice too, so I understood my father’s bride’s feelings. But Shaya was another thing completely. She didn’t seem to care what I looked like. I was mysterious and quiet and she grew very curious about me.

I eventually became annoyed by her constant chattering and never ending questions. But, little by little, I grew fond of her company, not feeling quite so lonely anymore. My father was pleased that we got along so well, but his bride was not. She tried her best to break our connection, and eventually she succeeded. She got me so furious one day that the demon lashed out at her, injuring her badly. Shaya never wanted to see me again after that, after seeing my true nature, the beast I was.

I left them and fled to the small human towns in the area. I never went very far, wishing that I could go back and be forgiven. After all, they were still my family. One day I got a message from my father to come back. That was years later, but not really that long, not even by human years. Shaya was eighteen at that time. So, I went back, feeling excited and happy, only to find a scene that I had never wanted to see.

My father had decided that his prophecy had not been lost, merely delayed. He had laid out his plan very carefully and was in process of making it reality.

I found his bride outside, under a tree, hanging from a branch with her entrails spilled out, she must have been hanging there since the day that I had received my father's message and she smelled rotten. There were even crows gathered around her, pecking her eyes out.

In fear, I rushed into the little house that they lived in, to find my father hovering over Shaya, as the girl sobbed helplessly. He must have tortured her for days, first by killing her mother, and then hitting her until she was bloodied and so scared that she couldn’t even talk anymore. When my father saw me at the door, he reached for her, laughing like a maniac, and ripped her throat bloody with his nails. Blood gushed from the wounds and Shaya cried hysterically, trying to mumble something to me, reaching out for me with her thin, shaky arms.

I still remember his eyes. He looked completely insane, laughing and offering Shaya to me. Her clothes were torn and she was crying hysterically. She had trusted our father to keep her safe and now everything that she believed in was gone. I couldn't move, just stared at the scene in front of me and wished that I had killed my father at the same time that I killed my mother.

He called Shaya my wife and my destiny, begging me to take her and turn her. I started yelling at him, pulling Shaya into my arms and moving her behind me as she clung to me in horror and mumbled words that I could not understand.

He ignored her pleas and kept talking about the destiny, the prophecy and how our children would be strong enough to take over the world, that now there was now nothing standing between us and the plan. I felt so sick. I thought that I had gotten rid of the great plan when I killed my mother, but there it was again, shoved in my face, in the cruel, bloodied form of my sister.

I tried to look after her while our father waved his hands around in the air and yelled at me about the plan. Shaya begged for her life, but I could feel the very essence of her life seeping out of her with each drop of blood that spilled from her throat. My father laughed and laughed as my fury grew. He had no comprehension of the amount of danger that he was in. He was completely lost in his own hallucinations.

Shaya cringed as my father took a step closer to us and I threw her onto the floor behind me. Then I attacked our father. I didn’t kill him, only took a hold of him and shoved him out of the house, yelling at him to never come back. He looked so surprised, his eyes wide and white. I stared back at him and slammed the door shut in his face. It was silent after that, except for Shaya’s cry that was becoming more and more quiet. It was too late for her.

My father started to bang on the door and I had to open it. He flinched when he saw my yellow eyes staring at him. He stopped shouting and stepped back. I pointed at the forest and didn't say a thing. He must have finally come to his senses, or he thought that I was finally obeying him and that I wanted some privacy. Whatever it was, he finally left and I returned to Shaya’s side.

I only had to look at her dying on the floor in front of me and I made the decision in a second. She was still my sister, she was the innocent one in all of this and she deserved so much more than this brutal ending. She was the only person who had ever been nice to me, the only one who acted like I was not the devil that I really was. So, I turned her. I sank my teeth into the flesh of her neck and drank, then I slit my wrist with my fang and let her drink until her eyes glowed with a strange light and she was reborn.” Sajore fell quiet, staring emotionlessly at the crackling fire.

Xir’ag searched for his hand and when he found it, he squeezed it tightly. What a life Sajore had had, it was all almost impossible to understand. And all of this had happened more than a thousand years ago. He silently shook his head.

Sajore continued with a shaky voice. “After that, we went travelling, looking for a place to safe stay. We had to leave immediately because I was not sure how long my father would be gone. We needed a place where nobody would recognize us. It seemed impossible, but we travelled further than ever before and we finally found a few human villages where nobody had heard of us.

We acted like we were a normal married couple. It was easy to blend in, doing our feeding in the secrecy of the night while everyone else was asleep. We had to move around a lot because the strange deaths made people suspicious and the fact that we didn’t age even a day made it impossible to stay for longer than a few years in one village.

At that time the towns were so small that one death was a huge deal. It wasn't like these days where human villages are bigger and more crowded and the disappearance of one person goes relatively unnoticed.

I lived quite carelessly at that time. I never lacked food or company, as I discovered early on that my appearance attracted many races. Shaya taught me how to take care of myself and change my appearance into one that attracted others. She bought us expensive clothes and showed me how to act properly. She was more help than my parents ever had been.

I used this all for my advance, to fulfil every need that I might have, be it hunger or sexual satisfaction. I found new ways to enjoy life and truly felt like I had been reborn from my dark past. At the same time, I taught Shaya the same vampire survival rules that my parents had taught me, how to feed, how to use our special skills, and how to not get killed. Soon she was capable of taking care of herself and I had been taught to behave like a human being instead of a beast.

The idiot that I was, I was becoming tired of her company. I felt that she was slowing me down. So, I just left her. Oh, how like my father I was in the end... stupid as could be. I lived my luxurious life and never wanted for anything. Eventually I started to read books and educate myself about history, learning about my country and studying the demonology of the continent.

Soon, as perfect as my life seemed, it lacked one important thing that would have made it really close to perfection - company. I was always alone, wherever I went, whoever I was with. Humans turned old and died too quickly and elves never trusted my company, with a good reason of course... I never wanted them as friends, they were only my food source. I drifted into myself more often and the demon gladly took over my body when I offered it to him. I slept inside of myself as he... did whatever he used to do with my body. So time went by with me drifting more and more away from this world.

It was a long time, a very long time, until I heard of her again. And it was not Shaya who contacted me, but a dragon, who asked me to help free Shaya. She had been caught by a nasty dragon who had tortured her, doing things that you don’t even want to imagine. I couldn’t refuse, even when the demon in me told me that I should not help her, that it was not my business.

I started to suspect the demon was succeeding a bit too well in taking over my body whenever he wanted and I woke up from my long slumber. I contacted the dragon and asked what I had to do. With the help of the Golden Dragon, I managed to save Shaya.

It seemed that her captor was quite a bit more powerful than I had thought and soon we were all fleeing for our lives. Shaya was in horrible shape by then, just a shadow of the girl that she used to be. The Golden Dragon helped us to escape through a portal into the country above the Underdark. And so, that is how we ended up here.”

Xir’ag lifted his head and looked into Sajore’s eyes. The vampire didn’t look back, too deep inside of his memories. Deep emotions flashed in his eyes. Soon he continued again and Xir’ag laid his head back against his chest.

“That was more than five hundred years ago. These regions used to be a lot quieter, so we were left alone for a long time, but soon I... the demon grew restless and I had to move on. Shaya was not capable of doing so. She had terrible nightmares, waking up every night screaming in horror. It was not easy, so I just gave up and left her again.

As much as I had grown and learned, I was still just as stupid as ever, not even able to control the demon inside of me. I was loosing to him so easily and I didn't even know it. The problem was that I never felt like it was necessary to control him, he made life interesting, made things happen, and even provided me with enormous strength.

During all of that time, I had periods when the demon took total control over my body and mind and left me in the dark for days, weeks, even months. Every time, when I woke up and came back to my body, I found myself in situations that I had no recollection of ever getting into.

I was never wounded in any way, the demon took care of my health, but what he did with my body during those times... I still have no idea. Honestly, I don’t want to know. There were smells and places that I did not know and I always left without seeing anyone who I could have even asked what had happened.

The demon seemed to enjoy how helpless that it made me feel and I couldn't do anything about it until I started to train myself to be able to control my body better. Slowly, I was getting a hold of myself again, but it was still not enough. I was alone once again and I was in trouble.

What I haven’t brought up in all this time is that I never stopped causing trouble wherever I went. I turned a few different people and elves to be my companions from time to time when the loneliness became too much to handle. But it never worked out, they kept pissing me off and I ended up finishing them, I was too demanding and felt like nobody was good enough for me, however nice they seemed when they were alive, once they were turned, they all became monsters and reminded me too much of myself.

I destroyed everything I touched, villages, items, even people’s lives. That’s when Elga started to follow me, after I had destroyed the whole village that he had been living in with his family. Damn, I can’t blame him, I destroyed his life. So he came after me. He was a human at that time, but it was some hundred years ago, so he has definitely done something to himself so that he could live longer.

I managed to make him lose track of me at one point and then decided that, once again, I needed some company. I was near a forest that had a small moon elf village. I stole one of the elves that I saw fit to be a good slave and turned him. That was one of the biggest mistakes that I’ve ever made.

I briefly told about him, didn’t I? The guy was not right in his head. He seemed normal when I observed him before, but when he received the demon into his blood it was hell... much worse than the ones before him. He urged me to kill, he helped me do it, but it was not planned or careful. It was crazy, as if he didn’t care if he got caught.

He never planned anything out in advance and he always got us into trouble. He grew more and more demanding as time passed. Finally I lost my temper and decided to get rid of him. I tied him down and left him in the open at sunrise.

I felt like I had to do something to change my life or I would only repeat the mistakes that I had already repeated far too many times, so I found my way to the Underdark and soon came to Menzoberranzan. I visited the first house, but my spot was too visible for my taste so I left and came back years later. Drow have long memories, so my reputation got me into your house easily. And that’s when I met you.”

Sajore’s voice changed completely, from cold to warm and soft, as he slid his hand trough Xir’ag’s white hair and pulled him closer. “I met you and I fell in love. You changed everything about me and finally gave me a reason to fight against the demon. Future... it’s all the same to me what we do, as long as we are together, I plan on spending the rest of eternity with you, if that’s ok by you after all that you’ve heard.”

Xir’ag could hear the fear in his voice as he spoke the last sentence. His heart was beating fast. All of this would take a long time to sink in and he would have to go through the story in his head again when he had more time to think it over. He knew that he would have millions of questions that he didn’t currently know how to ask. But he was sure of one thing. Nothing that he had heard had changed his mind or how anything about he felt toward the vampire.

He rose to sit in front of Sajore and looked into his beautiful, mesmerizing eyes.
“I am forever yours, no matter what,” he whispered as he clasped the vampire's hand tightly within his own.

Sajore gave his hand a firm squeeze and smiled softly. He didn’t need to answer.

Xir’ag leaned closer and Sajore met him halfway, kissing him passionately, plunging his tongue in the caverns of his sweet mouth as the Drow surrendered himself into his strong hands. Xir’ag sighed. After the long story that the vampire had shared with him, revealing everything about him finally, he felt incredibly happy to be part of this man's life, no matter how complicated and dark his past was. He giggled against Sajore’s lips.

“What?” Sajore chuckled.

Xir’ag giggled again, sliding his tongue along the vampire’s upper lip. “I guess I mess up the prophecy completely.”

Sajore laughed “Yeah, you do,” he said teasingly, nipping his lower lip and then chin. “I never wanted to fulfil it anyway. That’s not my destiny,” he added, taking a firm hold of Xir’ag’s waist and pulling him closer.

Xir’ag slid next to him on the soft white fur and purred happily. Then he turned serious. “What if you grow tired of me too?”

Sajore frowned. “That could never happen. I have never felt like this toward anyone. The ones I turned to be my company; I felt nothing for them. I could not imagine life without you. If you don't exist, I don't want to either.”

Xir’ag beamed.

Sajore laughed at the blissful look on the Drow’s face and hugged him tightly, burying his face into his hair and inhaling his soothing, sweet scent.

“Sajore, I have a question,” Xir’ag asked shyly, sliding his fingertips along Sajore’s back.

“What is it?” Sajore mumbled into his neck.

“I was thinking about the fact that... vampires are dead right?”

“Yes.”

“So your body is dead too, your heart doesn’t beat and you don’t have to breath or eat to live, only drink blood.”

“Right.” Sajore wondered where the drow was going with this and he loosened his grip a bit to look curiously into his eyes.

“So, if your body is really non-functional in every other way, how can you have sex?”

Sajore laughed. “I have no idea. My father was able to father children too, so I guess he was also functional below the belt, not that we would have ever talked about it.” He paused for a while, sinking into his thoughts. “I never knew other vampires that well, so I can’t really say about anyone else. But it did seem to take a toll on my father when he had sex with Shaya’s mother, so I guess I’m functioning better than him.” He winked and Xir’ag laughed. “It might also be partly thanks to the demon that I am so-”

“Horny?” Xir’ag finished his sentence laughing.

Sajore nodded. “Exactly. All the tales I heard about vampires in my youth from the people in the small villages, told that vampires could not have sex unless it involved feeding. You know that I become erect when I feed, but I can have sex without blood just as well, though blood gives it a nice... taste.” he purred.

“Then why haven’t you ever fed from me during sex?”

“I don’t want to do that. It hurts and I don’t want to hurt you, especially when making love.”

“Especially? So it’s ok to hurt me on other occasions?” Xir’ag teased.

Sajore frowned “That’s not... oh hell, I meant that if I was going to hurt you in some way, I need your permission to do it and I want you to still feel safe. When I combine sex and blood, it’s not safe anymore. It’s very difficult to control myself during feeding. I’ve only tried a few times and it always ended up very badly for the other person.”

He looked embarrassed after such a revelation. Xir’ag remembered the story Sajore had told him a long time ago about the woman and the baby that he had killed in front of her. It was still incredible to think that the same man, the beast, was the man that he loved so deeply and the very same man who did everything that he could so as to not hurt him.

“What are you thinking?” Sajore asked in a worried voice. He was still scared that Xir’ag would be frightened after hearing everything.

Xir’ag smiled at him “You are a complicated man.”

“I agree on that, but so are you,” Sajore said, smiling warmly. “Just when I think I’ve figured you out, you surprise me with something so wonderful that I fall in love with you all over again.”

Xir’ag blushed. “You know me quite well already, better than anyone ever has.”

“Yes, you are all mine,” Sajore nuzzled his neck, “but there are still so many things I want us to do, to see, to experience, together.” He sighed. “I cant wait to learn everything about you,” the vampire purred, “learning every inch of your body and mind by memory.” He growled as he slid his hand along Xir’ag’s back. “To know what you want before you can even say it out loud.” He lifted his leg over Xir’ag and like a cat, moved gracefully over his body, stopping behind his back. “And when you finally speak, to listen to that sexy voice and know that I am causing you to speak so deliriously.”

“Oh, you do?” Xir’ag said with a low, sensual voice and made Sajore growl.

He nibbled at the Drow’s neck and slid his hand down his loin, to his thigh and finally between the two already parting legs.

Xir’ag was answering his every word and move, breathing harder, as he listened to his purring voice. “Ah,” a small gasp escaped his lips and Sajore thrusted against his back. Xir’ag lifted his upper thigh to give him more access under his balls, which the vampire was already gently massaging.

“This is the voice I want to hear in my dreams, make me dream of you,” the vampire whispered hoarsely. “Make my nightmares disappear and fill my mind with you, your scent, your voice, your softness, your touch. Give them all to me.”

Xir’ag moaned even louder. He ground himself against the vampire, so deep in lust already that he couldn’t even see straight, much less think straight. ‘Those words are making me melt’.

Sajore reached up to the edge of the fireplace, pulling down a small tube of lubricant. He noted that it was warm from the heat of the fire as he poured an extensive amount of it into the palm of his hand and quickly rubbed his hands together.

Xir’ag whimpered as the touch of his hands left him, but gasped when a slick hand returned between his legs from behind, the vampires other hand travelling along his stomach and then slowly along his pulsing organ. He begged for him to touch it by thrusting against his lover's hand.

Sajore took the hint and slid his finger along the aching shaft, leaving a slick trail behind his hand.

Xir’ag moaned again.

With the fingers of his other hand, the vampire circled his tight entrance and made Xir’ag arch his back so that he could gain better access. Sajore felt the entrance tighten and then begin relaxing beneath his touch, it was ready to suck him in as he carefully thrusted the fingers through the tight hole into the pulsing warmth of the Drow’s body.

Xir’ag didn’t want to move because the fingers on his cock would loose their touch, but he couldn’t stay still either. He pressed his hand over Sajore’s, making him take a better hold of his weeping organ. He groaned as the vampire flexed his fingers inside of him at the same time.

“Gods,” he whispered as he began to see stars. Sajore was brushing his prostate over and over, making it impossible to think rationally anymore. “I never - ah! Get enough, nghhh,” he gasped out, pushing himself against Sajore’s fingers eagerly.

“Are you ready to get more then?” Sajore whispered, licking the Drow’s shoulder, still stretching his entrance with his fingers.

“Ah, yes!” he gasped and then he was empty. He felt the fingers being replaced with a Sajore's hot organ.

Sajore stilled his movement and waited until Xir’ag whimpered in front of him, begging to be taken. He pushed against the ring of muscles and felt the tiny entrance opening for him, pulling him into the hot, flexing body.

Xir’ag squeezed the vampire’s hand on his cock and they continued to pump him together.

Sajore breathed hard, keeping his body still. He leaned his chin down against his chest, moving his eyes to look at the place where they were joined. Xir’ag’s entrance was tight around his cock, making surges of pleasure run up his spine and he could no longer stay still. He pushed all the way in with a soft growl, sheathing himself within the Drow.

Xir’ag gasped silently, they both froze. “Don’t move,” the Drow begged. He was afraid that if the vampire moved even an inch inside of him, that he would cum. He shivered, stopping their hands on his cock and they both stayed completely still.

“You-you’re making me insane,” Sajore laughed. He was starting to feel that he would soon lose consciousness if he didn’t move. He pulled back, just a short way, and plunged back in really fast.

Xir’ag arched his back impossibly, his face now almost under Sajore’s chin. He sobbed in pleasure, his limbs shaking.

“How they hell do you do that?” Sajore growled as he watched the other wither in utmost pleasure.

Xir’ag couldn’t answer, just breathed harder and shivered more. His lips formed a word “move”, even when no sound came from his lips.

Sajore wasted no time, but pulled all the way out only to slam back deep inside.

Xir’ag yelled as the vampire formed a fast rhythm. The Drow opened his legs more, wanting Sajore deeper, even when he was now as close as he could get, his balls hit his backside with every inward push. He felt so full, so utterly full that he never wanted to remember what it felt like to be empty. He yelled again and again, screaming out his pleasure every time that their bodies met with a wet slap.

Sajore was loosing his self control and soon rolled onto his back, keeping a strong hold on Xir’ag and lifting him up to his chest and stomach.

The Drow moaned helplessly and pushed against him with every thrust he made. Xir’ag turned his face away from Sajore and screamed louder. His cock was leaking his essence onto Sajore’s hands.

The demon was over his limit, the sight of the Drow so completely surrendering to him was too much. He hastened his pace and thrust in with such force that Xir’ag had to grab his arms in order to remain on top of him. He was getting closer to his release and he knew that Xir’ag would cum at any moment. The demon groaned and encircled the Drow’s stomach with his arms, pulling him as close as possible. He touched the head of his cock with his finger, just slightly caressing the soft skin of it.

Xir’ag’s head flew back, against the demons neck and he screamed so loud that the demon was sure the whole house could hear him. The Drow’s muscles spamsed, his body shook and he spilled his cum all over the demon's hand and his stomach.

The demon grunted deeply, thrusting in once, twice, gods how tight, a third time, and then he froze when he felt his cock thrum as the fluids spilled into Xir’ag’s tight tunnel. He yelped as the Drow squeezed his inner muscles around him again. He kept moving a few shallow thrusts to empty himself completely. He slumped down, letting Xir’ag roll onto his side next to him and watched, almost hypnotized, as his white, sticky cum dripped out of Xir’ag’s relaxed entrance.

The white fluid on his black skin was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. He had to lean closer and lick him, making Xir’ag gasp in surprise as his tongue plunged into him. The demon licked his lips and looked up.

Xir’ag moved with shivering legs to his right and sat on his hip, careful not to sit on his butt.

“I’m sorry, did I make you that sore?” the man asked sniggering, his eyes still glowing yellow.

Xir’ag laughed. “No, I just don’t want to mess the fur, it's so nice to lay on it when its not completely wet and messy. And right now I would just mess it up.” The Drow reached for a tissue from his food plate next to the fur and wiped his backside with it.

The demon growled and grinned wickedly. “If you keep doing things like that, you better be ready for more.”

Xir’ag winked and tossed the tissue into the fire. “I always am, darling." He leaned closer and kissed the demon softly.

The yellow eyes glowed as the demon smiled, sliding his hands down to his buttocks and slipping between them.

“You stayed after, this is unusual.” Xir’ag smiled back, ignoring the hands that probed his entrance.

“Your greedy ass wouldn’t let me go.” The demon sniggered, plunging one of his fingers into the Drow.

Xir’ag gasped, but the look in his eyes told that he was really not ready for more just yet.

The demon's hands travelled back up to his shoulders and started to massage him softly. “Seriously, I had to talk with you. Sajore told you his story, but you still haven’t heard mine. He’s relaxing very contently now, so we have time.” He smiled and pulled Xir’ag onto his lap.

The Drow nuzzled closer to him and pushed them both down onto the fur, side by side. “Then please tell.”

“My story begins a long before Sajore’s and there are some things that even Sajore doesn’t know about. I’m ready to tell everything now though.” A crooked grin rose to his lips as he offered his hand to Xir’ag. “Nice to meet you, my honoured wizard, I should start by telling my name, finally. I am Armaros.”

Xir’ag’s eyes widened and he repeated the name in a whisper. But instead of shaking the demons hand, he kissed it. “It’s a beautiful name, why didn’t you tell it before?”

“Because it is a part of the life I lost. Armaros is gone, only Sajore remains and I am only a broken part of him.”

Xir’ag looked sad, but didn’t know what to say.

Armaros sighed and continued. “I had parents. Both of them were demons. I was born and raised like any other child, I actually had a very nice childhood and my parents were kind. Those were good times. I belonged to a very powerful family of demons, we ruled the country that we lived in and life was always easy.

But then the dragons came. They fought us, because demons are evil and the dragons defended the good races. Slowly everyone around me was killed.

Demons have a powerful soul and it often survives even after death and is left lurking for a good body to take over. But, unfortunately there was no such luck with anyone that I knew. Dragons are our worst enemies, dragons and spirits, but still, dragons have more power. Everyone that I knew died in that war and their souls were cast into another dimension with no hope of ever returning.

But, I was luckier when my time came. The war raged on for years, centuries in fact. I escaped from place to place, but wherever I went, the demons were gone. I was afraid that I was the only one left, but I didn’t have to wait alone for long. Finally they got me too.

My soul escaped when my body died. I think the dragons were becoming sloppy because they knew that I was one of the last of my kind. So, my soul managed to escape into that same forest where Sajore’s parents planted me into his body millenniums later.

When I lived, there were no humans or elves anywhere, when I was woken, that’s all there was left. I couldn’t find or sense any other demons anywhere. I was the only one and even I wasn’t myself anymore.”

His face grew solemn. “And the fucking idiots screwed it up. It should have been easy enough to summon me, but they let Sajore become an adult and he had a mind of his own, a mind that rebelled against me. He was always strong... but then, he was already too strong. The merge did not go as planned.

So, I am essentially a parasite in his body, like he said. I couldn’t take over completely. even if he wanted me to, not anymore. The transfer, or whatever you want to call it, was a total screw up. So, here I am, stuck.”

His voice faded away and he smiled at Xir’ag, his yellow eyes glowing softly like melted honey. “Do you remember when I told you that I didn’t always look like Sajore? I had my own real body with my own face. I wish I could show you what I looked like, you would like it.” He growled. “But Sajore is the artist here and I never wanted to show him what I looked like.”

Xir’ag frowned “Why not? It’s not like he would take advantage of it. What does it matter if Sajore knows what you look like? He could draw a portrait of you.” The drow smiled gently, swirling his fingers into the demons tangled hair.

The demon looked surprised. “You think he would draw me?” Then he closed his eyes and hummed. When his eyes opened again, they were orange.

“Idiot, why did you ask him about it? I’m inside of you: telepathy buddy,” the vampire growled playfully, “of course I will draw you.”

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Both men stared at the paper in front of them.

“Wow,” Xir’ag whispered with admiration and clear lust in his voice.

Sajore turned to glare at him. “Hey! It's not really nice to admire someone else right in front of me.”

“But he’s not someone else. He’s Armaros and he's a part of you.”

“He’s not part of me in this form. He’s his own person and now he even has a name!” Sajore pouted.

Xir’ag draped an arm around him. “Darling, that doesn’t make me love you any less. I just really like his true appearance. And he has always had a name. We just didn’t know it before.”

“Maybe we could combine our names so I would finally have a last name like everyone else seems to have these days.” Sajore flashed a wide grin at Xir’ag, who giggled.

“Sajore Armaros?”

“It could work.”

They both fell silent for a long time as they turned back to stare at the drawing.

“I kind of like his appearance too,” Sajore whispered, just loud enough for Xir’ag barely to hear him.

The Drow chuckled. “So, you don’t mind if we call him to join with us again someday?”

Sajore coughed and looked like he didn’t care. “Whenever you want.”

Xir’ag grinned. “Yay.”