Pain and Pleasure

Chapter 15.

It was their fourth week at Shaya’s house and it was really beginning to feel like home. Sajore was more relaxed than ever, having discussions about the past with Shaya more and more often, slowly starting to accept himself again and letting Armaros out more and more. He seemed to trust him completely whenever he was around Shaya. Xir’ag was happy to be around people that he could trust and just be himself with.

It was one of those quiet nights where they sat in the Matron's big dining room, talking quietly and just enjoying each others company, when Shaya suddenly started to grin at Xir’ag. It made him feel very nervous for some reason; both sister and brother had the same grin, a grin that only occurred when they were planning something horrible. Xir’ag glared at her until she started to giggle.

“Yvain, maybe it’s time to show the wizard his laboratory,” Shaya continued grinning at Xir’ag as she stared at his gaping face.

Yvain nodded calmly and stood up from the table, smiling slightly down at Xir’ag who could only stare back at them.

“You have a laboratory here?”

Shaya nodded and a huge smile spread across Xir’ag’s face.

Sajore laughed and pushed him towards Yvain. “Go on. I think you will be pleasantly surprised.”

“You knew about this?”

“Not for long, Shaya told me to keep quiet until they had cleaned up the place.”

Xir’ag smiled widely and ran after Yvain who was already walking away from the hall.

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“So, what is it?” Sajore asked bluntly, his grin dropping from his face the instant Xir’ag was out of the room.

Shaya only laughed. “Oh, brother, you know me too well.”

Sajore showed a tiny lopsided grin and lifted a cup of blood to his lips.

Shaya stood up and walked around the table to sit next to him. “So, you still haven’t fed from him?”

Sajore almost dropped the cup he was holding. “What the hell! No, or course I haven’t. Why would you ask a thing like that?”

“Come on, what are you trying to prove and to whom? You know that as long as you refuse to do that, your relationship will not be final.”

“What the fuck are you talking about? Have you fed from Yvain?”

“Of course I have and I got plenty hurt in doing so. Fire spirits are not the best food for vampires, but now we have a deeper connection between us than ever, so I will never regret it.”

Sajore fell silent and then turned his pain-filled eyes to Shaya. “I don’t want to feed from him. Our relationship is just fine the way it is. It would hurt him and I can’t stand the thought of ever hurting him in any way, ever.”

Shaya’s eyes flashed angrily. “Stop kidding yourself. As long as you never feed from him, you will always be distant. You know you need that connection to truly be soul mates, every vampire knows that.”

Sajore couldn’t answer her. He knew it, of course. The lust for blood every time that they touched, and that it would probably some day be too strong for him to fight. But he couldn’t even think about hurting Xir’ag, the drow had never offered his blood to him, and he would not take it by force, no matter what. “I can’t do it.”

“You are going to hurt him if you don’t do it with his permission and open that connection,” Shaya whispered, touching Sajore’s shoulder.

Sajore growled, his eyes flashing yellow and he shook the hand away. “I’ve already hurt him enough!”

“Stop that! It will happen again if you don’t do it, you should know better. You were the one who taught me that,” she yelled back, without flinching, squeezing his arm with her fingers. Then she soothed the pale skin softly, her eyes questioning. “Or are you scared to attach yourself to him for the rest of eternity?”

Sajore flashed his fangs angrily, but could not say a word. Shaya was right, why had he waited for so long? In the end, it was inevitable. He had to do it and the sooner he did it, the better it would be for them both. He stared down at the table. “I love him more than my life.”

Shaya sighed, looking very sad. “I’m not asking you to hurt him, he is dear to me too. But you know that I speak the truth and that one day you will need to do it.”

Sajore nodded. They both fell silent for a moment until Sajore finally whispered, looking slightly embarrassed. “Can you, if I will ask, um, arrange a party for us, if I will ask him to… we would, in both our ways, bind us together, I don’t want it to be one-sided, he needs his own way.” His cheeks went slightly red as Shaya’s face lifted into a wide sparkling smile and she let out a small squeal of delight.

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Xir’ag ran around his new laboratory. He was shocked by the size of it and the equipment that there was for him to use. He still could not believe his luck. “You are saying, for real, that this is all mine to use?”

“Yes, for Lloth’s sake, for the fifth time, yes, it’s all yours!” Yvain held his face in his hands and sat back down at the table in the middle of the room.

Xir’ag felt like dancing. He was so excited. He read the labels from the bottles on the shelves and ran his hands on the covers of the dusty books around the room. “Some of these are ancient and some I have always wanted to read, but have never had access to them. How did you get such a large collection here? I can learn some incredible, strong spells with this equipment,” he glowed, spinning around again and again.

Yvain looked bored and got up. “Well. You have plenty of time to get accustomed with this room later, we should return to the dinner now.”

He was already at the door when Xir’ag turned to protest. “Hey, you didn’t even answer my question!”

“Just be happy with what we got and don’t ask too many questions,” Yvain said seriously as he dragged the drow out of the laboratory, locking the door behind them with a huge key. He then tossed the key to Xir’ag.

The drow wanted to whoop, but he kept his mouth closed, smiling from ear to ear.

They found Shaya alone in the dining room. She was sitting casually in her chair, her legs up on the table as she sipped her cup of red wine, reading a large, old-looking book. She smiled warmly at the men as they arrived and pointed at the door behind her. “Sajore left to go to your room. He has something important to say to you Xir’ag.”

Xir’ag looked at her questioningly but said nothing, only hurried off down the hallway.

Yvain sat next to Shaya and raised an eyebrow as Shaya grinned widely to him.

“That boy is going to get the shock of his life soon.” The vampire girl giggled and jumped up to sit on Yvain’s lap.

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Sajore was sitting on the bed when Xir’ag arrived at their room. He was staring in front of him, his head in his hands, his long black hair hanging in his face, covering it from Xir’ag's view. He stared forward blindly, lost deep in thought.

Xir’ag slowly walked up to him and got his attention. To his surprise the vampire looked really nervous, a look that was most certainly strange on his usually confident face. He sat next to him on the bed and leaned on his shoulder. “What’s going on?”

Sajore turned to stare at the floor again.

Xir’ag poked him with his elbow. “Hey, did she say something rude to you?” This seemed to finally wake him up.

“No. No, it’s not-. Xir’ag, I… what would you think if we were to hold a little ceremony in a couple of days?”

Xir’ag frowned. A ceremony didn’t sound good. All the ceremonies he had ever been a part of had been for Lloth and had usually ended up in catastrophe for him. “A ceremony? What for?”

“Yeah. We should, how do I put it... bind ourselves together,” Sajore said slowly, thinking carefully before speaking each word. He slowly turned to look at Xir’ag.

He looked so serious that Xir’ag felt dizzy. “Bind together? You mean like surface folks would say marriage?” He asked as his heart started to race.

“Yeah.” Sajore nodded and turned his gaze to the floor again. “But it’s deeper with me being a vampire. It’s not just for the rest of our lives, it's binding us for eternity. By our souls, our bodies, and our blood. “

Xir’ag’s eyes widened. “Does this mean you want to turn me?”

Sajore jumped up quickly, his cheeks flaming. “No, no, it’s not like that! We talked with Shaya and she reminded me of the bond vampires need to have with their soul mates, through blood. I need to feed from you.”

“That’s all? We don’t have to get married for that. If you need my blood to bond with me, then it’s yours to take” he said, looking relieved and happy. He was not ready to be turned. ”Although, the marriage does sound good too,” he added quickly. He blushed. He wanted to bind himself to Sajore in every possible way. Of course, he loved him more than anything.

Sajore chuckled and sat back down next to him. “I know. I just- I want it too, the marriage thing. I want to do that for you, to make the bond deeper for both of us, not just for my vampire side.”

Now Xir’ag really did feel dizzy. “So, we are making a ceremony for that? That’s what Shaya wanted to talk to you about?” he asked, whispering.

Sajore nodded. “Yvain can act as the holy order, since he’s a spirit. We should do it soon, no reason to wait any longer. Maybe in a few days.”

“Ok,” Xir’ag said, trying to let all of it sink in.

“Ok,” Sajore added, looking into the drow's eyes, his own wide from the shock.

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That night they went to sleep silently, Sajore snuggling Xir’ag tightly. Xir’ag had already fallen asleep when Sajore started to sigh loudly.

The drow woke up as Sajore kept moving around and making little noises. “Still not getting any sleep?”

“No, I can’t sleep.”

“You’re too nervous?”

“Yes, it seems so,” Sajore chuckled nervously.

“Maybe I can help you with that,” Xir’ag smiled softly and sat up, forcing Sajore to move. He turned around and crept lower along Sajore’s body, kissing his way down his torso.

“Is this allowed? Aren’t we supposed to wait for the wedding night?” Sajore laughed, already getting excited despite his words.

Xir’ag raised his head from kissing Sajore’s stomach and pouted.

Sajore lifted his hips up. “On second thought, I can’t marry you if I’m too stressed.” He heard a chuckle as Xir’ag lowered his head to kiss the head of his organ. He dropped his head to the pillow and closed his eyes, smiling.

Xir’ag grabbed his semi hard organ into his hand and licked the base, then swirled his tongue along the shaft and up to the slit. It made Sajore’s hips flex and thrust up. The vampire moaned loudly, making Xir’ag grin. He reached his other hand to gently squeeze the vampire’s balls and kept a firm grip from the base of his erection with the other hand, as he started to suck the organ deep into his throat.

Sajore groaned, opening his legs wider, trying not to thrust himself up to meet the wet, hungry mouth.

Xir’ag moved his fingers lower and teased Sajore’s entrance softly, still sucking at his cock hungrily.

Sajore tensed a bit when the drow pressed his fingers into him, but relaxed again as he started to move the fingers slowly inside, gently spreading the puckered entrance.

Xir’ag mumbled something against his organ, making his throat send vibrations and pleasant chills along Sajore’s whole body.

He moaned louder when Xir’ag started to gently fuck him with his fingers, reaching for his prostate with every inward stroke.

The drow gave one final lick on his organ and moved up along Sajore’s body, feverishly staring into the vampire’s eyes.

Sajore helped as Xir’ag lifted his other leg up onto his slender shoulder. The head of his erection thrust against Sajore’s thigh, close to where his fingers still pumped inside Sajore, making him gasp and move against him with heated, glowing eyes.

The drow lowered himself to kiss Sajore and made him open his legs as wide as he could, at the same time pulling his fingers out of him and pressing his length against his entrance.

Sajore grabbed his neck tightly, pulling him close and kissing him wildly as Xir’ag pushed in.

The drow stared into his still orange eyes and kissed back, smiling against his mouth. This was the biggest reason he loved to take Sajore, Armaros stayed away more often. He was almost always there when Sajore took him, but this way, they could truly be together without the demon, as much as Xir’ag cared for him too, sometimes he needed his time alone with Sajore, especially now, after the big decision they had just made.

Sajore moaned huskily again as Xir’ag started to move inside him, thrusting in long, rapid thrusts and grabbing his organ in his hand once again. The vampire buried his face into the pillows. It felt so good! His pain endurance was much higher than any living creatures so he felt no pain, just amazing pleasure surging through his body. He turned his head to look into Xir’ag’s eyes, to see the beautiful, sweat gleaming body that was making him feel so good.

Xir’ag looked into Sajore’s big glowing eyes, smiling softly. The vampire’s face was filled with pleasure and his half opened moist lips made him look fragile and yet so incredibly sensual, so perfect and beautiful. This was something only he had ever seen, nobody else, this was for him alone and that turned him on into no end. He surged closer to kiss Sajore again, to feel those soft lips on his, it was amazing how Sajore could kiss him so softly, never scratching him with his long, sharp fangs, and it thrilled him.

The vampire folded his arm around the drow's smaller body and pulled him closer and Xir’ag put his legs under him to prop him up and thrust inside of him furiously. The position seemed to be perfect as he hit Sajore’s prostate so perfectly that in an instant Sajore cried out, his body shaking around him. His muscles shuddered as he dropped his head to the pillows and bit his arm to keep quiet. The taste of his own blood flooded his mouth. His cum flew onto Xir’ag’s hand and onto his stomach as he trembled under his touch.

Xir’ag kept milking the last of him, feeling his own release closing in fast. He breathed faster, panting as he pushed Sajore’s ass higher in order to go deeper.

Sajore moaned as the drow buried himself deep inside, letting his cum spill into him with a deep moan.

They collapsed on each other, still panting and covered in sweat.

Finally Xir’ag pulled out of Sajore and rolled them onto their sides. Their sheets were sticky with cum. He groaned tiredly, “We should clean up before sleeping.”

Sajore glared at him in protest and pulled him tighter into his arms. “No way, I’m finally sleepy. We’ll clean in the morning.”

Xir’ag laughed softly and gave him a kiss before falling asleep in his arms.

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The room was filled with red and yellow glowing magical light wands. Xir’ag looked at himself in the mirror, staring back at his reflected image. His hair was braided into two braids and he wore a long red cloak that covered him from head to toe almost completely. He didn’t feel comfortable in it at all.

Shaya could see it from the expression on his face and snickered behind his back. “Not good, eh?”

“Not exactly my style,” Xir’ag tried to say politely, his nose wrinkling.

“Well, you really can’t show up naked to the ceremony, or in little white pants, although that would probably suit my brother just as well.”

Xir’ag flushed red and turned to the wardrobe. “Let’s see if we can find something else. If nothing more, I still have my dark red wizard cloak.”

Shaya looked shocked and rushed to him. “No, you can’t wear dark clothes in the ceremony. It must be something colourful.”

“Sajore is going to wear his black clothes anyway, so why not me too?”

“Because you’re… the bride,” Shaya said with a tiny smirk.

Xir’ag snorted, looking offended, Shaya looked at him slightly ashamed. “I’m the what? I am not his bride. You are not dressing me up as a girl!” He crossed his arms over his chest and looked furious.

Shaya just laughed. “Ok, ok, you’re not his bride. And we’ll find you something suitable to wear, sound good?”

Xir’ag nodded and sat down onto a chair in front of the mirror as Shaya started to look through the clothes for him with renewed enthusiasm.

She was interrupted minutes later as Sajore walked in, looking at them with his eyebrows lifted. “You’re playing the dress up game?”

Xir’ag growled, turning around and tossing off a yellow shirt “She’s trying to dress me as a girl.”

Sajore snorted, turning to look at Shaya who tried to ignore him as best as she could.

“He’s not a girl. You should have seen him last night, that was some manly Hmbf-“ Xir’ag had lunged at him and put him hand firmly over his mouth.

Shaya turned to look at them, her eyes glowing. “Yes, I should have seen that!” She yelled with a hurt look on her face.

Sajore laughed, removing Xir’ag’s hand from his mouth. “But you won’t. His manliness is all mine.” He reached for Xir’ag’s front, but Xir’ag jumped away.

“Would you two stop that! You’re horrible.”

“You’re not complaining when I do that in bed.”

“We are not in bed now,” he whispered, glaring at Shaya who looked like a dangerous predator, staring at them.

“Oh, right. Well, I’ll see you later,” Sajore sniggered and trotted out of the room, leaving the two of them glaring at each other.
“Let’s just get this done already,” Xir’ag finally said, turning back to the clothes.

“First, tell me what happened last night?”

“Shut up!”

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Shaya turned her head slightly towards the door and smiled widely as she saw someone enter the dressing room. Xir’ag nodded at the man nervously and Elga smiled at him calmingly and then turned to look at Shaya.

“I heard rumours that you need some help?”

“Yes please, this will take all day, Xir-Xir is a catastrophe,” she stated cheerily and giggled when Xir’ag frowned.

“Well, thanks a lot.”

Elga chuckled and stared at him for a while. “You are right, this is horrible. I'd better get everything else done with Yvain.”

Xir’ag stared back. “Thank you Elga, you don’t have to work, but it would be of help,” the drow smiled apologetically.

Shaya grinned at Elga as he walked out of the room and then rushed to the wardrobe to find better clothes.

She displayed some interesting combinations in front of Xir’ag as the drow loosened the terrible braids from his hair.

“Xir-Xir?” Xir’ag asked with a chuckle.

Shaya turned her head and smiled. “It suits, doesn’t it?”

“As long as you are not trying to turn me into a girl again,” Xir’ag frowned, snatching a white hat from her and softly slapping her with it and tossing it across the room.

Shaya grinned and lifted up the clothes one by one, letting him say his opinion of them.

The vampire girl squealed happily when Xir’ag finally took one of her choices and started to wrap the cloth around himself.

Xir’ag smirked, staring into the mirror, he hated this dress up game and was happy that it was finally coming to an end. This would do just fine.

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Sajore and Yvain were sitting in the dining room, which was unpleasantly silent. They still could not find anything to talk about with each other. All Sajore could think of were some perverted jokes about his sister, but he doubted Yvain would appreciate them.

They had tried to talk about Shaya in a normal way but Sajore’s memories of her were not that happy and Yvain didn’t want to get into the past too much anyway. Sajore ran his fingers on the meat plate in front of him, trying to come up with something to say.

“Are you going to turn him?” Yvain suddenly asked, staring deep into Sajore’s eyes.

Sajore froze. “No. We haven’t talked about that yet. But no.”

“You have to, sooner or later, he’s mortal.”

“I know, but he’s a drow. I want him to live and enjoy living as long as he can.”

“But you will, when the time comes.”

“I guess I have to, unless Shaya will do it.”

Yvain didn’t answer. He fell silent again and turned his eyes away, staring at the walls.

Sajore fell deep into his thoughts. It was true. In the end he would have to turn Xir’ag. He was mortal, he was going to grow old and finally die if he didn’t turn him, so he would have to. But for now it felt so distant that they never talked about it. When the time came, then would be the time to talk about it.

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They heard them coming from far away, Shaya giggling loudly on the hallways. Sajore laughed as they finally arrived, smiling, in the dining room.

“And here are our silent killer and the amazing drow wizard.” He stood up and kissed Xir’ag on the cheek, pulling him into an embrace.

“Sorry it took this long, Xir-Xir was a tough case,” Shaya said cheerily.

Sajore lifted an eyebrow “Xir-Xir?”

Xir’ag laughed, “My reaction exactly.”

“Mmm, I kind of like it, Xir-Xir,” the vampire murmured into his ear and kissed his cheek.

“The atmosphere is kind of freezing here. What’s going on boys?” Shaya asked bluntly as the men stayed silent.

Yvain turned to Shaya, “Will you turn Xir-Xir when it's time? It would be better. The demon is too strong in Sajore’s blood,” he asked bluntly.

Xir’ag turned his head from Yvain to Shaya to Sajore. “Who’s turning me? What is going on?”

Sajore growled. “It’s too early to talk about this. We have a millennium to decide who is going to turn him!” He grabbed Xir’ag closer, sat them both on a chair and started to eat the raw meat out of his plate furiously.

Shaya sighed. “He’s right. We have other things to think of for now. It’s not the right time to think about that.” She looked meaningfully at Yvain who nodded at her and fell silent.

Xir’ag huffed and stood up, pushing Sajore away. “What the hell! You are planning my future like I was not even here. I am the one who will decide who is going to turn me and when! So, just shut up about it.” He sat back down on Sajore’s lap as all the others in the room kept staring at him in shock.

Finally Sajore broke the silence. “See, he has a feisty side too.” He grabbed the drow’s ass and pulled him closer so Xir’ag could feel his erection through his pants. “That made me incredibly horny,” the vampire growled into his ear so quietly that only he could hear him.

The hair on Xir’ag’s neck lifted up with the sudden desire and the forbidden feeling of doing this in front of Shaya and Yvain. He cleared his throat and stood up slowly.

“I forgot my book in our room. I have to get it.” He glanced at Sajore and left hurriedly.

Sajore stood up right after him. “Yeah, I forgot a book too,” he said laughing and hurried after the drow.

Shaya started to giggle.

Yvain raised his eyebrow. “That was subtle.”

Shaya burst into a resounding laughter.

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The next day went by fast. They didn’t have time to rest or even see each other the whole day. Shaya ran around the house organising everything for the ceremony, harassing both of the men in turn, keeping them busy with little assignments. Both of them started to seriously think that this was one big mistake that Sajore had been lured into.

Xir’ag visited his laboratory every moment that he was free, meeting Sajore there to share short, intimate moments before rushing to work again. Sajore escaped outside of the walls to feed when he'd had enough, but Xir’ag was too courteous to say no to anything Shaya asked him to do. He was exhausted.

Soon it was night again and they sleepily dragged themselves back into their room. Xir’ag was yawning widely. He had spent hours getting the ceremony room ready. They had chosen a little open hall that faced a big waterfall under the tunnels of the Underdark. It was a secret place that only a few people in the house knew about and that would also be used as an escape route if something happened inside of the house.

They had carried benches there and decorated the place to look suitable for the occasion. Both of them were glad it was going to be over tomorrow, Shaya was getting too thrilled of the idea and bugging them to no end with stupid little things.

Sajore sighed when they finally locked the door of their room.

Xir’ag walked to the bed and fell on it with his clothes still on. “Mmmm, tired.”

“Me too.” Sajore sat next to him on the bed and stroked his white hair calmingly.

Xir’ag turned to Sajore and smiled. He looked perplexed when Sajore took a hold of his hand and lowered himself to the floor next to the bed.

“My love, I am getting tired of this mess. I wanted this because I wanted to show that I love you and I want to spend rest of my life with you, which in my case is eternity. But this is getting tiresome. Shaya is turning this into a circus and it doesn’t feel right anymore. It’s not for us anymore, it feels like her party.”

Xir’ag sat up, looking seriously into Sajore’s eyes. “I don’t need a ceremony to tell me that. I know that you love me. And I love you, from the bottom of my heart and soul. I want to share my life with you, and when the time comes, I want to be turned to spend the rest of eternity with you as one of your kind.” Xir’ag slowly detached Sajore’s hand from his and stood up. He walked a little further away and lifted his cloak, pulling it off and opening his pants, pulling them down and stepping out from them. He stood there for a while, naked, in front of Sajore, until he sat next to him on the floor on his knees and exposed his neck, pulling his hair out of the way.

The vampire stared at him with huge eyes. “We don’t need to wait until tomorrow to do this. We don’t need ceremonies that other people create, to worship gods that we don’t believe in. We don’t need anyone’s permission to be together and fulfil the connection between us. I am already connected to you through your necklace, as you are to me.” He took the red pendant into his fist and looked deep into Sajore’s eyes.

Sajore’s eyes started to glow yellow from the mere thought of feeding from the person that he loved. He slowly lifted his hand and placed it on the nape of Xir’ag’s neck, caressing the black skin softly.

Xir’ag bent his neck, exposing it completely for Sajore.

“Are you sure? The blood bond will bind us forever.”

Xir’ag nodded and smiled softly. “Aren’t you?”

He took Xir’ag’s face in his hands and kissed him deeply. “I am,” he whispered huskily before moving his head closer to the drow’s neck.

Xir’ag’s heart began to beat faster with the thought of the pain that he would soon feel.

Sajore wrapped his arms around him and kissed his neck very softly. His kisses moved onto his shoulders and arms. He lifted the drow’s hands into his and kissed the tips of his fingers.

Xir’ag was enjoying every little touch, but was also breathing faster, just waiting for the time when the unbearable pain would hit him.

“Relax, my love, I don’t want you to be this nervous when I touch you. I don’t want to hurt you, so we’ll take our time.” He continued kissing him all over his body, until he lifted him up and carried him to the soft, white fur in front of the fireplace. The fire was blazing, like it did every night when they arrived in their room, and Xir’ag relaxed in the warm glow of it.

Sajore sat on his knees next to him and opened his thighs, just looking at him, worshipping him with his eyes. He kneeled down and licked the drow’s stomach, pressing his tongue into his navel and making Xir’ag giggle nervously. Then he moved lower until he was nudging his organ with his nose. He breathed in his heady scent and licked the head of the member, making Xir’ag shiver.

He was too nervous to be erect, breathing fast and shivering slightly from the vampire’s touch.

“Are you that afraid?” Sajore sat up, opening his pants, peeling them off and dropping them on the floor. He reached for the lube on the floor in front of the fireplace where it stayed warm and opened the small bottle before setting it next to them. Then he sat himself between Xir’ag’s legs so they were closer together and lowered himself down on top of Xir’ag, kissing him passionately on the mouth, stroking his hair softly, looking deep into his eyes.

His arms were on both sides of Xir’ag’s head so he could look straight into his eyes and be as close as he possibly could be to the drow. His own pleasure was irrelevant for now, the fact that Xir’ag felt safe and loved was the priority. He would not do anything until he was sure his lover was ok with this. “What’s wrong, darling? You know you don’t have to fear me. Please. I don’t want to hurt you, trust me.”

Xir’ag was afraid. He hadn't realized it before, but now that this was really happening, he was afraid. He didn’t know if he was afraid of the pain or of something else that he couldn’t define. He had never really feared pain, but never intentionally looked for it either. And what if something went wrong? A tear rolled down his cheek. “I don’t know why I’m afraid, I’m sorry. Please hold me.” Xir’ag held his arms up and Sajore embraced him tightly.

The vampire started to kiss his neck again, licking the velvety soft skin and nibbling it carefully so as to not hurt him or scratch the skin. His hands slid down the drow’s slender waist, sending shivers along his body. He folded his other hand around Xir’ag’s neck, kissing him on the lips while moving his other hand first to the bottle of lube and then onto his entrance, still holding him close with his other hand. He circled the ring of muscles softly and pressed a finger in, soon followed by another, but without moving them inside at all. He stopped moving altogether when the fingers were pressed in and just inhaled Xir’ag’s scent, calmly nuzzling his neck and purring softly.

Xir’ag froze again, waiting for it to happen then, but nothing happened and slowly his arms held Sajore with a little less panic, his legs opened a bit more and then finally, with a soft moan, he pressed himself against the fingers.

Sajore acted immediately, sliding the fingers in and out slowly.

Tormenting pleasure surged trough Xir’ag, making his mind hazy. He moaned and moved against the fingers until he felt Sajore pulling them out. The vampire looked into his eyes with his glowing yellow eyes. His mouth was slightly open and his sharp fangs flashed in the light of the fireplace.

The white fangs had never been this long or sharp; they scraped Sajore’s lower lip even when his mouth was slightly open. The vampire looked like a beast, but he was also incredibly beautiful, wild and horrifying. The look on his face was tender, but still full of lust, and not just for his body, but also for his blood. It was a look Xir’ag had never seen on his face before and it made him shiver. He wanted the predator hovering over him to take him, completely, even though the thought still scared him.

This time it was Xir’ag who pulled them closer, wanting, lifting his body up from the floor and pressing against the vampire.

Sajore reached for the lube again, quickly stroking some on his cock, then pressing his organ against the drow’s entrance and pushing slowly until the muscles let him into the tight hot body. Slowly he started moving out and pushing a little further in with every thrust.

Xir’ag mewled with pleasure, trying to press against him only to find that the vampire was binding him to the floor so he couldn’t move. Slowly he moved in until he was buried in Xir’ag’s warmth up to the hilt. Xir’ag was breathing heavily, his cheeks flushed and vision blurry. When the vampire finally started to move in and out, he moaned deeply, feeling his own organ swelling between them without a single touch.

This was the moment Sajore had been waiting for. Xir’ag was so deep in his own pleasure that he couldn’t control himself, shivering uncontrollably under his touch, begging for more and revealing his neck without even noticing it. He lowered himself down to kiss him and gently nibbled his earlobes and tips, moving inside of him.

Xir’ag moaned and buried his hands into his hair, his fear forgotten. Sajore moved his mouth to lick his neck and without a single warning, thrust his fangs into the fragile skin, biting his neck so hard that the skin ripped open and his sharp fangs sank deep into the drow’s flesh.

Xir’ag yelled out of pain and surprise, pulling the vampire’s hair so hard that Sajore felt like his hair was going to rip out. He growled from deep down in his throat. The drow’s legs clamped tight around his thighs and he felt even his inner muscles twitching with the pain, as he still kept thrusting in to distract him from the pain as much as possible.

Xir’ag cried, his tears flowed down his cheeks and onto his neck. He was gritting his teeth to keep from yelling out loud. It hurt, it hurt so much! He hugged Sajore harder, clasping him with his arms, scraping his back with his fingernails. He felt Sajore’s hands searching for his and let go of his back, entwining their fingers together, then holding on with a grip that made Sajore’s bones crunch. He felt the blood dripping from his neck and heard the sucking sounds as the vampire drank it all up hungrily.

Sajore tasted the blood in his mouth, it filled his every sense and made him moan against the black skin. The taste made his pleasure spread ten folds, so much that he almost came in the instant his fangs were buried into the delicious skin. He moved his fangs slightly out and pressed back in, his body flexing with the movement, making his cock thrust deep into Xir’ag’s tightness. He gasped and drank the sweet blood that was filling his mouth and his throat and made him dizzy with power.

He felt incredible, the feeling he was having was so indescribable that it almost made him weep. Feeding always made him hard, waking his body completely, forcing all of his senses awake, but combined with sex, the feeling was amazing. And now, when the person was Xir’ag, the one who he loved more than anything, it was almost too much to bear. He moaned into Xir’ag’s neck, drinking more of the sweet blood into him until he noticed a salty taste mixing into the blood as Xir’ag’s tears combined with the blood.

Xir’ag cried still, cried from the pain and the closeness that he felt, his fragile body rocking under Sajore. His mind was mixed with emotions that whirled in his head, making his head spin. He squeezed the vampire’s hands tighter in his own, though Sajore could already feel the effect of his blood loss making the squeeze less strong than before.

The vampire started to groan and shiver. Suddenly he pulled his fangs away and shook so hard over Xir’ag that the drow was afraid he was having a fit. He lifted himself up with his arms, pressing deep into the drow. The vampire’s eyes had changed into complete white, with no visible irises as he stared with blind eyes into Xir’ag’s.

Xir’ag’s blood dripped from his chin as his lips curved into a grimace. Sajore yelled out, harder than ever, screaming in deep, beastly voice as he came inside of him. His orgasm seemed to last forever as he spilled his seed inside the drow over and over again, shaking and whimpering, staring with unseeing eyes.

Then he collapsed, shivering with the aftershock. Xir’ag squeezed Sajore closer as the vampire nuzzled his neck, kissing his wounds softly and lapping off the last of the blood oozing from the wound, closing the wounds with a drop of his own blood.

Xir’ag’s legs dropped to both of his sides and the vampire sighed without being able to say a word. Still burying his face into the drow's neck, he squeezed Xir’ag harder and tried to calm down. He was still shaking, his muscles trembling.

He waited for a little while longer before raising up to look into the drow’s face. The tear-filled red eyes stared back at him with relief. He felt like crying himself.

“Are you ok?” the drow asked as Sajore wiped the tears from his cheeks with his thump.

“I-I’m suppose to ask that, silly,” Sajore laughed softly, his voice shaky. He kissed Xir’ag’s cheek, leaving a bloody smear on it.

Xir’ag nodded and smiled a small, nervous smile. He pulled Sajore closer for a kiss. He tasted his own blood and tears in his mouth, the still partly sharp fangs scraping the insides of his mouth without harming him.

Xir’ag felt so weak, his vision was blurry and he was too tired to move an inch, and cold, so very cold. He shivered, his skin full of goose bumps. Sajore grabbed the edge of the huge fur and rolled it over them to keep him warm. His body warmth wouldn’t be enough to keep him warm, though he felt the blood flowing in his veins and warming his body to an almost normal temperature. Xir’ag soon fell into an exhausted sleep, Sajore still resting inside of him. Xir’ag was listening to the soft, comforting humming the vampire was whispering into his ears.

Sajore woke up first. In fact he had not slept well the whole night, looking after Xir’ag as he slept restlessly next to him on the white fur. He moved Xir’ag’s hair away to check the wound. He didn’t smell infection and it was healing nicely and fast.

Xir’ag woke to the touch on his neck and smiled up at the vampire. “If you are thinking about a little breakfast, I have to refuse you on that.”

Sajore turned his head away with embarrassment. “I wouldn’t do that. Your body couldn’t take that much blood loss. It’s not possible to drink so often.” He caressed the drow’s soft white hair and lay back next to him, staring into his eyes, searching for his emotions. “Did you fear me yesterday?”

“No. I feared what was happening; the pain and the strangeness of it, but never you.”

“Good.”

“Come on, this feels too awkward. Don’t act like a puppy.” Xir’ag punched him on the arm with a little smirk.

Sajore sniggered. “I just feel strange.”

“In what way?”

“I- it’s so much. Now I understand what Shaya was saying about the blood connection, I feel it, inside, like my heart has been woken up,” the vampire said softly, leaning his head on Xir’ag’s chest.

Xir’ag’s eyes filled with tears and he didn’t know what to say, so he just lifted his hand and placed it on Sajore’s back.

A long quiet pause followed while both of them just enjoyed the feeling of being close, only the soft sound of Xir’ag’s breathing could be heard in the quiet room. “The ceremony is today.”

“Yeah,” Sajore smiled against his skin.