Pain and Pleasure

Chapter 16.

Somehow they had fallen asleep again, Sajore noted as he lifted his head from the nape of Xir’ag’s neck. Once again he checked the wound that he had caused the previous night. He felt bad seeing the injured skin as he didn’t want to hurt his lover, but he couldn’t help but to feel proud as well, since he was now completely bonded with Xir’ag. And today, he could show his appreciation to the drow. He smiled softly as he shook the sleeping drow awake.

Xir’ag rolled onto his back, rubbing his tired eyes and sighed.

“Time to get up, we have a couple of hours, but it’s already past afternoon,” Sajore whispered, ruffling the drow's soft, white hair.

Xir’ag just smiled back, wrapping his arms around the vampire’s neck, ready to be lifted up.

Sajore carried him quietly to the bath and washed him gently. Xir’ag leaned against the wall behind him and relaxed, enjoying the vampire’s soft touches on his skin. He was feeling slightly dizzy and tired from the blood loss, but the water was waking him up more. Both of them knew without words that this time the bathing would be just bathing and would not go any further. Xir’ag needed his strength. When they were clean, Xir'ag was carried to the bed.

Xir'ag dosed off for a moment while Sajore pulled on his leather pants and visited the house kitchen, getting Xir’ag something to eat to get his blood sugar up. He returned soon and woke him up again to eat.

Xir’ag nibbled the food slowly, watching as the vampire rummaged around the room, searching for all of their clothes, the hair comb and other things they needed. He was starting to feel a lot better after he got some food into his stomach. He smiled as Sajore lifted his clothes from a pile in the corner.

“This is what you’re going to wear today; scarves?” The vampire lifted an eyebrow.

Xir’ag giggled and nodded.

Sajore tossed him the clothes and shook his head.

“What are you going to wear? Please tell me it’s something besides those pants.”

Sajore grinned and misted away, leaving Xir’ag to dress up. But he appeared back again even before Xir’ag had time to get up.
“We’ll see in the ceremony, my love,” he whispered, burying his fingers into the white, silky hair and pulling the drow’s face up, kissing Xir’ag softly.

He nodded and smiled at him and then Sajore was gone again. Xir’ag’s energy was still low, but he felt almost normal now. He tied a white ribbon onto his neck to hide the two fresh bite marks and then dressed the scarves as Shaya had advised him earlier. He couldn’t wait to walk into the ceremony room and see Sajore again, not to say the vows but to be close to Sajore again. Everything they needed to say had been said last night.

He sat on the bed, finally ready and prepared. He sipped water from a huge pot and ate some cheese, just waiting for time to go by. Finally there was a knock on the door and Shaya flew in, smiling as brightly as the sun and dancing around.

“Aaah, darling Xir-Xir, are you ready? Your beloved Sajore is waiting for us in the hall, everything is ready if you are? Are you feeling well, you look tired?” She was so excited she was almost dancing on air.

Xir’ag laughed at her faintly, pulling a red scarf around himself tighter and she stopped, staring at him with disappointed eyes.

“That asshole, he did it already? Couldn’t wait for one more day, huh?” She growled.

Xir’ag kept smiling sheepishly, he didn’t have to say anything, a vampire could sense it in him.

“I’m going to punch him when I see him!” She mumbled, taking his hand into hers.

“You didn’t see him yet?”

“No, Yvain got everything ready with him, I was sent to get you.”

They walked out of the room, along the long hallways and across the big yard and finally into the ceremony hall that was decorated from floor to ceiling with colourful lights. It all looked magical and beautiful, with the tall waterfall looming over them and the lights slowly swirling in the air.

Yvain was waiting for them already. He stood at the back of the hall silently, alone.

Sajore was nowhere to be seen. Xir’ag walked to Yvain and stood in front of him, looking up but saying nothing. Shaya walked past him and jumped to kiss her husband on the cheek cheerfully. Then her lips turned into a pout.

“Sajore took him already.”

Yvain looked at her with frustrated eyes “You must have known he was not a virgin anyway.”

Shaya punched him in the stomach and walked away.

Yvain chuckled and turned to look at Xir’ag.

“Sajore will be here in a few moments, he had something to take care of before starting.” He smiled calmingly, probably sensing the nervousness in Xir’ag.

The drow smiled back, then turned around and started to wander around the big hall, looking at the beautiful lights and decorations. Soon he had to turn to the noises on the doorway of the hall to see Shaya dragging Elga to the room, grinning madly.

“We need guests to make a party, right Xir-Xir?” She yelled giggling happily.

Xir’ag walked to them, smiling and nodding his greeting to the ever-serious Elga, who nodded back and moved a little further away.

A few other people, elves and drow walked in, most of them were servants, cooks and soldiers of the house that Xir’ag had gotten to know on his visit before. He smiled at them all and waved his hand.

That was when Sajore finally stepped into the hall.

Xir’ag forgot about the guests the instant that he noticed the pale vampire.

Sajore had brushed his long black hair and it was now shining and flowing all around him as he walked closer. He was wearing a light cottony, black tunic with silver embellishments and widening sleeves that hung loosely over his hands. He looked gorgeous and soon Xir’ag realized he was gaping, his mouth hanging wide open. Sajore walked to him, laughing at his face happily.
“I’m glad you like what you see, but please be careful so your jaw won't hit the floor, my love.”

He took Xir’ag’s chin onto his hand and pressed a soft kiss on his lips, admiring his costume as well. “Now I see why you chose those scarves to wear. You look stunning.” The vampire whistled and winked at him.
The scarves were tangled around his body so they hid just enough, showing bits of his skin on his stomach, waist and back, flowing down along his lean legs. Oh yes, he looked delicious. Sajore licked his lips and slid his hand along his waist.

Elga looked at the couple nervously, waiting for Sajore to notice him and attack.

Shaya was the only one who seemed to notice his distress and walked to him, taking his arm into hers and pulling him closer. “Come on, the ceremony is about to start.” She said cheerfully, trying to act like she didn’t notice the nervousness in him.

He turned to look at her and finally smiled an uncertain smile.

Sajore grunted as he finally disentangled himself from Xir’ag and turned to the others. “Let’s get this over with,” he simply said and walked closer to Yvain who was still standing where he had been all this time. He was wearing a flowing red cloak and looked huge, his red wings open, closing them all into his presence. Yvain stared at them seriously as they stepped in front of him hand in hand. The few people in the room grew quiet and Shaya settled herself behind them, still holding the nervous looking Elga close to her.

Yvain mumbled a simple spell that filled the air with sparkling stars and made the air misty around them. He didn’t say a word, only nodded to them as a sign. Sajore kissed Xir’ag’s cheek and turned to the audience, grinning widely. He was silent for a moment, and then showed his tongue “Blah blah blah and that’s it. Let’s eat.” He sniggered at the shocked faces all around and pointed his hand towards the door. Shaya groaned but took Elga’s hand and led him off the hall.

Yvain stared at the vampire with a raised eyebrow, then shrugged and walked past them, following the other guests out of the hall and into the dining room. Xir’ag was blinking and staring at them, then finally turning to face Sajore.

“Finally they are all gone,” Sajore whispered. Neither of them was nervous anymore. Sajore glanced around for the last time, making sure they were alone and then turned to stare into Xir’ag’s glowing red eyes that were still a bit swollen from crying last night. His gaze softened as he smiled warmly down at the shorter drow man.

“Xir’ag,” he said, making him shiver slightly as he heard his name. “You know how I feel about you, I told you last night, like I have told it so many times before. I don’t have to repeat it here. I don’t have to swear my love for you by anyone or anything else. You know that I am yours, now and forever,” he whispered so softly that Xir’ag could barely hear him. The drow smiled a fulfilled, happy smile.

“I know. Just as you know how much I love you. That will never change. I am yours forever.” Sajore reached for Xir’ag’s hand and entwined their fingers together between them, kissing Xir’ag softly.

Xir’ag lowered his head and laughed softly, his white hair hiding his face, happy tears ran down his cheeks. Sajore kneeled enough to reach his face and licked the tears from his cheeks, making him giggle happily.

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As soon as Xir’ag had calmed down again, they followed the others to the dining room and were ambushed in the hallway by the guests who whistled and clapped their hands happily at them.

“We know you didn’t need a ceremony to get yourself closer to each other, you are close enough already, but I’m very glad you let me arrange this anyway,” Shaya laughed into Sajore’s ear as she led his big brother and his soulmate to the full table. Sajore grinned at her and wrapped his arm tighter around Xir’ag’s shoulders.

Shaya had really worked hard on this, they all realized as they walked into the wide room that was filled with similar lights as the ceremony hall. A long table in the middle of the room was full of all kinds of exotic foods, with good smells and beautiful decorations. More quests walked into the room and two flute players, started to play from Shaya’s mark the moment they stepped in.

They all fit well around the long table. As soon as they were all seated, they attacked the delicious dinner in front of them. Happy chatter filled the air.

Sajore got a big goblet of blood from Shaya and drank happily. Xir’ag was sitting on the vampire’s knee, tasting all the new wonderful foods that he could reach from his place and talking with a servant girl that sat against them and told him about the different foods.

Everyone seemed cheerful and happy. Xir’ag was still slightly tired and leaned against Sajore, letting him hold him up. He wanted to go to bed already but was too happy to stop the party. He had never had a happy ceremony in his life and he wanted this one to last the whole day and night.

So they drank and ate well, shared funny stories, jokes and poems and showed some simple spells. Xir’ag lit Sajore with his elven fire that every drow could light easily. He had done it many times before so Sajore just smirked as the other guests jumped with horror as the flames licked at his skin. Shaya was laughing so hard she fell from her bench as Elga shot up with a shout. Xir’ag had to put the fire out so the man wouldn’t throw a huge glass of water on the vampire.

Sajore thanked the assassin loudly, still laughing. This way he was clearly showing that he had forgiven him, there was no grudge between them. Elga smiled sheepishly back at him and sat down as Shaya climbed back onto her seat, still shaking with laughter. Yvain shook his head, but there was a slight smile on his face as well.

When the other people started to sleepily move into their rooms for the night, a little group gathered into the end of the long table closer to the happy couple. They listened to the beautiful playing of the flutes that from Shaya’s mark moved into calming, slow tunes instead of the happy cheery music that they had played earlier.

Sajore hugged Xir’ag into his lap and rocked him back and forth. The drow leaned onto his shoulder and smiled happily. The drow closed his eyes and started humming with the music, slowly raising his voice into a song. He sang in the language of the surface elves. He had learned their flowing language in the academy and trained it after that from his wizard books. He felt Sajore fold his hands around his waist tighter and the vampire whispered into his ear, “I know that song.”

He joined the song softly, singing into Xir’ag’s ear, but soon starting to sing louder as the song went on, lifting his head higher and letting his voice fill the room. Xir’ag was about to choke and leaned closer to his lover with growing desire. Sajore’s voice was amazing, dark and deep like night and raspy like steel, it made Xir’ag shiver.

Finally the drow had to open his eyes and stop singing, just to stare at Sajore. His orange eyes were still closed and he was leaning on the drow’s narrow shoulder, his mouth slightly curved into a happy smile as the tunes flew from his lips like sweet honey.

Finally the flute players changed the tune and Sajore stopped, opening his eyes to find everyone staring at him. Xir’ag’s eyes were full of wonder as he smiled at the vampire.

“What ever should I learn next? You have such hidden talents in you,” he whispered into the vampire’s ear and squeezed him tight.

Sajore chuckled with embarrassment, blushing ever so slightly. He had never thought that anyone would like his singing this much. Drow’s didn’t like singing ballads, so he had not sang for a long time. He hugged Xir’ag back, finding him very hard and very hot. “I’ll sing more to you when we’re alone if it gets you this hot and horny.” He sniggered into the drow’s ear and made Xir’ag grin.

He glanced at Shaya behind Xir’ag and found his sister smiling warmly at him, her eyes full of the memories they shared and that Sajore had forgotten for a long time. He had sung lullabies for her when she was still a child. He smiled back at her.

“Please sing more now,” Xir’ag whispered into his ear.

Sajore turned to look at him and winked, “Only if you dance for me.”

“No,” Xir’ag answered firmly.

Sajore pouted. “No?”

“Only if you dance with me.”

The vampire lifted him up and took his hand, bowing to him lightly.

Xir’ag giggled. Shaya yelled out a name of a well known ballad and the flute players started to play. Sajore started to sing, his voice making Xir’ag shiver and step closer. He reached for the vampire and led them to a slow dance. Sajore was an excellent dancer and soon they were deep in the movements of the dance.

Their motions complemented each other as they moved, their hands touching, parting, Sajore’s fingers brushing Xir’ag’s waist slightly, Xir’ag burying his hands into Sajore’s hair, as he sung into his ear, murmuring the words softly, only for him to hear. They swirled around, finding each other again as Sajore took a firm hold of Xir’ag’s hips and pulled him closer. The others watched them, hypnotized by their movements. Xir’ag smiled widely as the song finally reached its ending, Sajore’s voice fading away as the vampire wrapped his arms around him tightly.

Suddenly Sajore swept Xir’ag off his feet and lifted him up, twirling around as Xir’ag squealed with disapproval. “I love you,” the vampire sang out with a melodic voice, dropping Xir’ag softly on his feet again, kissing the top of his head. Xir’ag had to laugh.

Shaya clapped her hands and even Yvain smiled. The men sat back to the table and were offered refreshing drinks. Xir’ag’s cheeks were slightly flushed and he was still smiling. Sajore accepted the cup that was offered to him but handed it to Xir’ag after smelling it. “Wine,” he whispered into the pointy ear and Xir’ag took the cup from him. Shaya, who had been looking at them, frowned.

“What’s the matter? That is very good wine, you used to love to drink it, brother.”

Sajore smiled at her apolitically. “I used to, but do not anymore. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you. I’m sure Xir’ag will enjoy it.”

Shaya grumbled, “You used to love wine, one of the rare things you did like.” She glanced at Xir’ag and was surprised to see the drow’s sullen face.

“What is going on Xir-Xir?”

“Sister, don’t spoil a nice party, please. We can talk about this later.” Sajore pleaded to her and she turned away, asking the flute players to play something more cheery for a change. Xir’ag sipped the wine and nudged Sajore so the vampire would hold him tighter. Sajore did as asked, and kissed him on his forehead. Neither of them wanted to think about that now.

The music changed for a more calming rhythm once again as the party fell quieter. It was late at night already and everyone else had faded from the room except for Shaya, Yvain and Elga. Shaya tried to stir some conversation, but Xir’ag was too tired to talk and Sajore didn’t feel like talking anymore.

They listened to the beautiful playing until Xir’ag realized that he was getting too tired to sit anymore, no matter how he fought against sleep. Sajore could sense it too, so when the drow yawned and stretched on his lap for the tenth time, he stood them both up.

“Let’s go,” he murmured softly into his ear. Xir’ag nodded back. Before they had time to move to the hallways, Shaya caught them and stopped them by stepping in front of their way, holding her hands wide.

“Not so fast, I have something for you Xir-Xir.” She handed Xir’ag a little jar and smiled. “I thought you could need this tonight but it seems that I’m late,” she glared angrily at Sajore. “You can use it next time. Yvain made it, it’s a local anaesthetic. You can rub it into your skin before Sajore bites you and it wont hurt that much, though it will make Sajore’s tongue a bit numb,” She sniggered.

Xir’ag hugged the vampire woman tightly. “Thank you sister.”

Shaya smiled into his neck, glancing into Sajore’s eyes and seeing him smiling back at her.

“It feels so weird to see you look so calm and happy. You have never looked like this before. Xir-Xir must really make you happy,” she whispered as she let go of Xir’ag, reaching to ruffle his big brothers hair.

Sajore smiled. “Yeah,” was all he said and then they were walking away again.

“Oh wait! Just one more thing.” Shaya grinned and ran after them, Yvain walked from the hall towards them and Shaya looked back and forth, then shook her finger to the men and ran to him. “Just wait one moment. Don’t move.”

Xir’ag looked at the bottle he had just gotten. He gave it to Sajore who took it, raising his eyebrows.

“You want me to keep it for you?”

“No. I don’t need it.”

Sajore frowned, “What do you mean? You should use it, you were in pain last night.”

“I don’t care about the pain, I don’t want to numb myself from feeling you, even when it’s painful.”

Sajore looked at him for a long time and then slipped the bottle into his pocket, smiling an almost shy smile.

Xir’ag turned to look at Shaya and Yvain who were finally next to them.

“You know, you need a proper gift. That’s not enough, that’s just, that’s just from Yvain.” Shaya giggled.

Both men looked down to her, frowning.

“What? Don’t be so suspicious! This is a good present, you’ll like it. Well, Xir’ag will like it.” She giggled more.

Sajore grimaced. “Spill it out already, we want to go to sleep.”

“OK, ok! It’s a trip to see the stars and the sea, the clouds and smell the wind and flowers. Outside, to the surface. In a few days. Everything is arranged, you have a small cabin waiting for you there with everything you might need.” She grinned happily as she saw the shocked looks on both of the men’s faces. Slowly Xir’ag’s eyes started to glow and his mouth dropped open as the news sank in.

“Oh wow,” he whispered and turned to look at Sajore. The vampire didn’t look that excited, but grinned anyway when he saw Xir’ag’s excited smile. “It looks like we’re going out.”

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They sat on the white fur, still clothed on their party clothes and staring into the fire. Xir’ag was beaming, Sajore could feel it, waves of excitement rose from the drow and his tiredness was completely gone. Sajore chuckled softly, breaking the long silence.

“You are really happy to go out?” he asked, even when he knew the answer already.

Xir’ag grinned at him, nudging his shoulder and humming happily as a reply.

Sajore leaned down and kissed him. The vampire looked slightly nervous as their lips parted.

Xir’ag looked at him questioningly. “I have a present for you too. I know we don’t need these, but I wanted to share something with you and since the necklace is only for you. I wanted you to mark me too.” He fumbled inside a pocket in the tunic for a moment and then presented two golden rings on his palm.

The other was smaller, but in every other way they were identical. Xir’ag glanced up at his face, lifting his eyebrows.

“Rings?”

“Yeah. I’ve spent most of my life among humans. They use this custom when they find their soul mate, to show others that they are taken. I don’t want to force you to wear it, but I want to wear mine to show who I belong to,” Sajore grinned sheepishly.

Xir’ag laughed and took his ring, fitting it on. It was just the right size. “When did you have time to get these?”

“There is a very good blacksmith in the house and she can do some goldsmith work too, not very complicated, but this was an easy task for her.”

“How did you know my size?”

Sajore laughed, “I fitted a leather band onto your finger one night while you slept.”

Xir’ag chuckled, looking down at his fingers where the golden ring glimmered.

“I love this. Of course I will wear it.” He took the other ring from Sajore’s finger and put it on Sajore’s long finger. “But I don’t have a gift for you,” the drow whispered.

Sajore smiled an almost pain filled smile. “Darling, you gave yourself to me last night, what more could I ever ask for.”

“Sing something to me,” Xir’ag whispered, feeling the tears rise into his eyes again and not wanting to start crying again.

Sajore smiled and started a soft song he remembered back from his youth. It told about the sky, stars and moon, the beauty of the nature they would soon see.

When the night covers the lands
Like a blanket of darkness
The wildness of nature
Wakes up
And hides no longer

He wrapped his arms around Xir’ag, slowly turning to face him. His hands reached to the knots of his scarves and slid them off of the drow’s fragile body.

Tonight you and me
My love
We will bind each other
Under these stars
As the wind covers
Our moans from the world
And the darkness hides us from prying eyes

Xir’ag lifted himself up as Sajore opened the scarf that he used as a skirt. He leaned against the vampire as the velvety fabric fell down, revealing his naked form. Sajore purred the next verse against his skin and nibbled at his chest softly, making Xir’ag moan.

We make love under the moonlight
Only our touch guiding us

He opened the white ribbon from Xir’ag’s neck, nuzzling the healing wounds. Xir’ag held his slightly shaking hands on his shoulders, pressing him closer. He was panting. Sajore smiled against his skin, his fangs slightly touching the skin and sending white hot shivers along Xir’ag’s back.

I will finally have you
Under these stars
As the wind covers
Our moans from the world
And the darkness hides us from prying eyes

He ended the song in a purr as his lips claimed Xir’ag’s into a bruising, hungry kiss. The drow moaned against his lips, pressing his body against him tighter. Sajore pushed him to the fur so that he was hovering over him. He looked into the drow’s red, happy eyes and smiled.

“I can’t wait to make love with you under the stars,” Xir’ag murmured and Sajore grinned at him.

“I’ll make you see stars.”

Xir’ag laughed as Sajore fumbled to get his pants open. The drow crawled away and reached for the lube on the mantelpiece as Sajore tossed his pants away. Then the vampire stopped, sitting there, wearing only his tunic, his hair slightly mussed but still oh-so-gorgeous. He waited for Xir’ag to come to him, as the drow turned back and grinned, pulling the vampire in for a kiss. Sajore pushed him down onto his back and followed after.

Xir’ag looked at him from under heavy eyelids and smiled, his white hair tousled all around his face. Sajore pushed himself up to his elbows and leaned over Xir’ag, smiling back.

Suddenly the drow reached for his face and touched his lips with his finger. “Show them,” he whispered and Sajore opened his lips, revealing his long fangs. Xir’ag touched a long, sharp tooth with his finger and Sajore closed his eyes, shivering. He moaned when Xir’ag touched the sharp point, scratching his skin. A small drop of blood dropped on the vampire’s tongue and made him growl.

“Your taste is exquisite,” Sajore whispered with a heavy voice.

Xir’ag smiled and let his finger slide over the fangs again, making the vampire shake over him. “Whenever you want a taste, you are free to take it. I’m not afraid of it.”

“I am glad.” Sajore laughed as he slid his hands along Xir’ag’s slender body and opened every last knot on the scarves he was wearing, dropping them onto the floor.

“But tonight all I want is to sleep with you,” the vampire added, removing the last scarf that was hiding the drow’s black skin.

“Sleep or sleep?” Xir’ag winked and Sajore laughed back.

“As much as I would love to fuck you like there was no tomorrow, you need rest. I can see that you’re exhausted. I can also sense that you want me, but we have time.”

“Oh come on Sajore!” Xir’ag frowned. “Don’t turn into an old man now that we’re married. You didn’t care if I was tired before, why do you start now? You said yourself that you can sense that I want you, so are you going to deny me what I want?” He stared at Sajore seriously until the vampire grinned down at him.

“You!” he growled, poking Xir’ag’s nose. “You are too good for me. I am trying to hold myself back, but then you say something like that.”

“Why do you try to hold yourself back? I don’t want you to do that, just be yourself, that’s the Sajore that I love.” He grinned and kissed the tip of Sajore’s finger that was still stroking his nose.

“I was scared,” the vampire said suddenly serious and Xir’ag’s grin dropped.

“What are you talking about?”

“I was really scared last night, of myself and what I was doing. I didn’t know if I could really control myself, I’ve never drank from a willing victim and let them live. I feed and I kill, that’s how it’s always been. Now I feel fortunate to even be around you.”

“I want you to do more than just to be around me,” Xir’ag whispered, giggling. His lust was fading fast and being replaced with deep closeness and tenderness. He wanted to comfort and hold the vampire until his worries were gone. “I’m glad you fed from me. Now there are no obstacles between us, everything is clear and open.”

“I’m glad too. I’m very glad,” Sajore answered, hugging Xir’ag so tightly that his bones ached. Sajore pulled away soon, smiling happily and sliding his hands along Xir’ag’s body. “Would you like to have a little night time walk?” the vampire asked, smiling at him. “It’s something that wasn’t really possible before we came here. Here we are safe. I used to love walking while everyone else slept and it was quiet. I haven’t done that in a long time. What do you say?”

“Well, I had something else in mind, but I guess that can wait, a walk sounds great too.” Xir’ag laughed and jumped up, hurrying to get his cloak and pulling it over his head, not bothering to put on anything under it.

Sajore sniggered as he sat up and pulled on his leather pants. He was still wearing his tunic and left it on, it felt good against his skin. He pinched the drow’s butt when he walked closer. “No pants? What an exhibitionist, or are you planning something?”

“Me, planning something? What are you talking about?” Xir’ag grinned drowishly and turned to the door. “Shall we go?”

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Sajore was running too fast for Xir’ag to keep up, so he stopped and waited for a few seconds until the vampire circled around and ran at him, glomping Xir’ag on the way and lifting him up to his arms, and then he was going again as fast as he could.

Xir’ag hung around his neck and laughed giddily. “You’re full of energy, aren’t you!”

Sajore laughed, nuzzling his face against Xir’ag’s hair and jumped on a high building, running across the roof and jumping down on the other end. He was feeling so good he could have yelled it to the world, but he knew nobody would appreciate being woken up in the middle of the night by a yelling vampire, so instead he ran. He ran as fast as he could, holding Xir’ag tightly in his arms.

Finally he stopped in the middle of the big courtyard where the colourful water fountains were still making patterns onto the air. He let Xir’ag drop onto his feet and together they walked next to one of the big fountains. Sajore sighed and sat to the stony edge. It was wet, but he didn’t care. Xir’ag soon sat next to him, swirling his fingers on the surface of the cool water.

“I’ve been wondering about something for some time now,” Sajore started, sounding serious.

Xir’ag turned to look at him, lifting his hand away from the water. “What is it?”

“When we met, the time we first had sex,” he continued, looking straight ahead with a thoughtful expression.

“Yeah?” Xir’ag asked with a soft voice.

“You had pubic hair then. What happened to it?”

Xir’ag was too shocked to answer for a while. Then he burst out laughing and poked the vampire on the ribs. “You are such a pervert. And I thought you were serious!”

“I am. I was wondering where they disappeared to. You didn’t shave them off because of me, did you?”

Xir’ag flushed lightly, he could still remember the shocked look on the vampire’s face the first time he had seen him naked.

“Actually, you are-“ he turned his face away, “-you’re right. I was ashamed, I thought they looked strange so I shaved them off.”

“Why? I liked your hair,” Sajore asked seriously and Xir’ag started to laugh.

“This topic of conversation is really strange.”

“Are you avoiding answering to me?” Sajore nudged his cheek. “You didn’t have to shave for me.”

“Well, I did, before I thought about it more. I thought you found the white hair too strange so I shaved it off. The thing is that I didn’t realize it wouldn’t grow back for years.”

“Years?!” Sajore groaned.

“Yeah, the drow don’t really grow any hair in our body as you can see. So if we shave the ones that do grow, it takes really long for the hair to return,” Xir’ag answered, looking embarrassed.

“Darling, please don’t change your body because of me like that. I love you the way you are naturally, hair and all,” Sajore whispered, wrapping his arm around Xir’ag’s shoulder.

“Okay, I will let it grow back,” the drow smiled sheepishly.

Sajore nodded and squeezed his shoulder, then stood up. “Let’s go.” He offered his hand to Xir’ag and lifted him up.

“Where?”

“Let me lead the way.” The vampire smiled and started walking across the yard.

Soon they arrived to a familiar hallway that led to the ceremony hall they had met in that morning. Xir’ag started to walk faster and soon ran into the hall. It was still lit with the glowing, twinkling lights. The mist that Yvain had summoned was also swirling all around them, filling the place with a soft, erotic scent.

Xir’ag turned around to look at Sajore who strolled into the hall after him, grinning widely. “Did you ask them to leave everything this way?”

“Not just to leave things, but to add some too.” The vampire reached him and pulled Xir’ag close and kissing him passionately, swirling him around and around. They were coming closer to the waterfalls on the other side of the hall when Xir’ag noticed the softness of the floor.

“What happened to the floor?” he asked, quirking his eyebrow.

“What ever are you talking about?” Sajore sniggered, kicking off his shoes and leading Xir’ag into a dance.

The drow sniffed the air as he was swirled around again. “And the air smells funny too.”

“Funny? You don’t like the smell?” Sajore asked, smiling.

“I didn’t say that. It’s just strange.”

“It’s an aphrodisiac and a special mixture of herbs,” Sajore whispered into his ear and Xir’ag’s eyes widened. “What!”

Sajore laughed and lifted him up, turning them around and around, humming softly.

Xir’ag swatted him on the chest but laughed too. “Is this another present?”

The vampire nodded and bent him backwards until his hair touched the floor, then lifted him up again. “Do you like it?”

“I think so, but what did you do to the floor? Are you sure it’s not going to suck us in suddenly?”

“The floor was softened by a dwarf who is also practising earth element spells.”

“Where in Lloth’s name did you find him?”

“Her. She is the blacksmith who made our rings. She was at our party too, the short bearded girl.”

Xir’ag laughed. “I remember seeing her. Why didn’t you introduce us?”

“She is a big talker and I was afraid she would spoil the surprises. I can introduce you tomorrow.”

“I would like that,” Xir’ag whispered.

Actually, he didn’t feel like talking anymore. The aphrodisiac was affecting him already and was making him feel dizzy and hot. His body felt suffocated under the thick cloak and Sajore’s body against his felt so good that he just wanted to grind himself against it. He sighed as the vampire lifted him up again, and suddenly wrapped his long legs around Sajore’s waist as the vampire swirled him around. He took his face into his hands and kissed him long and hard, slipping his tongue into Sajore’s mouth and licking the tips of his long fangs.

Sajore’s grip on his waist tightened and then his hands moved lower, grabbing his behind into his hands. The vampire lifted his cloak up so he could feel his skin under it and Xir’ag helped him to get it off from his shoulders. Soon they tossed it away somewhere onto the floor. And then Sajore was moving somewhere even closer to the waterfall. The warm water sprinkled over them lightly as he lowered himself onto his knees.

Xir’ag bent his back until the back of his head touched the soft floor. Sajore slid his hand along his chest and stomach, then touching his erect member. Xir’ag moaned. Sajore licked his lips and stroked the organ quickly a couple of times, making Xir’ag shiver in his arms. As he stopped, the drow groaned and pushed his hand back. “More.”

“Be patient my love.” Sajore sniggered and showed him a small tube of lube that he had hidden into his pants.

“Do you want me?”

“You know I do,” Xir’ag panted, lifting himself up and sliding down from Sajore’s lap. His body was shaking, he was so horny. He moved his hips and made a strangled moan, closing his eyes. Even the thought of the vampire’s thick, hard cock entering him made him almost cum.

The aphrodisiac was affecting Sajore too, but he tried his best to control himself better or everything would be over too fast, he wanted them both to enjoy this to the fullest.

“My love, look at me,” Sajore whispered, lifting Xir’ag’s flushed face up. The drow looked into his eyes with his own feverish ones and his breath quickened. “Ahhh,” he sighed and his hips jerked. Sajore had to bite his lip not to groan from lust. Blood trickled down his chin from the cut on his lip and Xir’ag leaned closer to kiss it away. Oh how the vampire wanted to thrust into him and make him scream louder, but he had a plan.

Xir’ag moved away from him, the red blood colouring his lips. He sat onto the floor, his legs bent next to his body. He rocked back and forth and looked up at the vampire from under his white lashes. He made another strangled groan and his body shook.

‘The plan, the plan: take it slowly, make it last,’ Sajore repeated in his mind as he watched the drow. Xir’ag crawled closer to him again and lifted his ass up, his erection dripping precum onto the floor. His eyes almost rolled around as he thrust his hips forward and let out a cry. “Sajore, why do you torture me?” He whispered with the sexiest voice Sajore had ever heard. That shattered the vampire’s plans and he pushed Xir’ag onto his back, attacking his lips hungrily.

Xir’ag was moaning and smiling against his lips, grinding his hot body against him and sliding his legs along his thighs and loins. His hands ventured down to quickly open his pants and to stroke his hard member with fast, hard strokes. “I want you to fuck me, I want you to stroke me and fuck me against the floor so I will scream and see the stars,” the drow purred into his ear as the vampire licked and nibbled at his neck. It was Sajore’s turn to groan.

He rolled them around, grinding Xir’ag against him, then rolled again until he was on top of the drow once more.

Xir’ag grabbed the hem of his leather pants and started to pull them down, ripping his tunic until Sajore tossed it quickly off. Sajore offered his help with the pants too and soon kicked them off. He reached for their lube but couldn’t find it. His hands were shaking.

Xir’ag growled and soon pushed him off and rolled them around again so he was straddling Sajore. He saw the lube a few meters away and started crawling that way. When he got it into his fingers, he leaned his face against the floor and lifted his ass up.

Sajore was sitting behind him, staring at his ass and panting.

Then the vampire attacked, misting right behind the drow. He took a firm hold of Xir’ag’s lean waist and thrust his tongue into his ass, thrusting it deeper until the tight ring of muscles let him completely in.

Xir’ag was mewling with pleasure and his hips were jerking against his mouth. “Aaaah! Sajore!”

The vampire tossed him around on the floor and the small drow flew onto his back, his legs spread open and his face flushed with desire. He panted as he looked up at Sajore.

“Don’t make me wait anymore, damn you!” Xir’ag growled, staring at the vampire and received a wide grin from him.

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” he said as he took the lube from Xir’ag’s fingers and popped the lid open. He poured a generous amount of it on his cock and without waiting, pressed himself against Xir’ag’s entrance.

The drow screamed so loud the walls echoed with his voice when he was impaled. And he did not quiet down after that, purring Sajore’s name and moaning, panting and moving against his fast thrusts.

He started to stroke himself as Sajore grabbed his knees with his strong hands and opened his legs wider. His thrusts were turning more frantic and Xir’ag’s screams were sounding more and more like an animal was making them, not a drow. He bent his back so Sajore could get deeper and yelled again and again. His whole body was covered with sweat, but he didn’t care. He didn’t care about anything anymore, he felt too good for that.

Suddenly Sajore pulled out and bent over him to kiss him on the lips. Xir’ag was so disappointed by the sudden emptiness inside that he growled and bit the vampire’s lip, pushing him onto his back. He climbed after him and straddled his hips so he was facing his toes. Sajore stared at his back as he moved against his cock, until the vampire took a hold of the organ that was resting against his stomach and lifted it up. Xir’ag rose a bit and then sat down on top of it. The thick head plunged into him with no restraint and then he was riding the vampire fast and hard.

Sajore’s head fell against the floor and he let out a low growl, but before he could feel too much pleasure, Xir’ag stood up and stared at him from high above. His legs were shaking, but still he grinned down. “Nah, I don’t like that position.”

Sajore tried to find his brain but didn’t succeed, managing only to stare up stupidly as Xir’ag rolled onto his stomach next to Sajore.

“Are you just going to lie there?” he grinned at the vampire and got him moving.

Sajore rolled on top of him, pressing his face against his neck and bit down hard. The sudden pain surprised Xir’ag so badly that he yelled out loudly. But his skin was not pierced, Sajore had only used his harmless front teeth. He growled as he pressed the drow against the ground and made sure his legs were tightly together, then he spread his ass cheeks.

It was so tight this way, his legs pressed together. Xir’ag was always tight, but this was blissfully so. Sajore was inside before Xir’ag could let out another sound. Then he started to fuck the drow as hard and fast as he could.

Xir’ag screamed, ripping the floor with his short fingernails and pressing his face against the cool stone. His organ was pressing deliciously against the floor and with every thrust that Sajore pushed his thick cock deep into him, sent his body to move slightly on the floor, grinding his penis against the floor and giving him the delicious friction he so needed.

The vampire pressed him down from his shoulders and fucked, fucked, fucked until they were both so delirious they could do nothing but pant and moan and thrust. The warm feeling in his stomach pooled lower and lower and the images behind his eyelids were getting more and more colourful, until everything exploded into one giant rush of feeling and pleasure that made his whole body shake and his scream turn into a cry of pleasure.

Xir’ag’s cock thrummed and the messy fluids splattered against his stomach and the floor as his inner muscles grabbed Sajore so tight that the vampire had to let out a suffocated growl.

Sajore’s long fingernails pressed into Xir’ag’s shoulders as he pressed deep into him, finally emptying himself into his tightness. Xir’ag was panting and shivering under him. He was still pressing to drow’s legs together and slowly loosened the grip of his thighs and hands, leaning his heavy body against the fragile man under him.

Xir’ag’s muscles were still spasming around him and the little movements made him gasp over and over again, but still, he didn’t pull out. Soon he realized he was growing hard again.

Xir’ag must have noticed it too because he glanced over his shoulder at him. “Do you think the aphrodisiacs were a good idea?” he asked, grinning tiredly.

Sajore nodded, grinning back, “Just tell me when you’re too tired and I’ll stop.”

“Don’t worry about that yet.” Xir’ag smiled, but lifted his hand to stroke Sajore’s arm. “But it’s my turn this time.”

Sajore finally pulled out and let Xir’ag roll over onto his back. He was still on top of him and sat on his thighs when Xir’ag stroked their cocks slowly.

The vampire relocated the lube tube and poured some on his hand, then quickly smeared it on Xir’ag’s hardening organ. The stroking brought it completely back to life within a matter of seconds.

Sajore looked deep into Xir’ag’s eyes as he lifted himself up just enough to sit on his cock. Xir’ag was starting to pant again as the hot tightness surrounded his organ. He looked back into Sajore’s eyes as the vampire started to move on top of him, up and down and faster and harder and still so careful not to sit on him with his full weight.

Xir’ag closed his eyes and bit his lip, still letting a moan escape out. His hand was stroking Sajore and the other one was resting on his thigh and controlling the speed the vampire rode him.

He felt he was closing an orgasm again and grabbed Sajore’s thigh hard, making him go slower. The vampire did as told and his hand slipped down to fondle his balls. He heard a suffocated yelp and suddenly Sajore’s sperm flew on his chest and into his hand. The vampire moved faster on top of him until the strength of the orgasm made him stop. His hips jerked up and down and his mouth dropped open.

Xir’ag stared at his face. “Gods you are beautiful,” he whispered as he felt his mind go into a blur and then everything went black.

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

He woke up as someone shook his shoulder. He rubbed at his eyes and tried to sat up, but felt too woozy to do so. He fell back down and looked up at Sajore’s worried face.

“You passed out,” the vampire said worriedly, stroking his cheek softly. He was sitting next to him, still wearing no clothes.

“I think the excitement of the day was a bit too much,” he chuckled and slowly rose to lean on his elbow and rubbed at his face.

The air seemed cooler and clearer. He could no longer sense the heady scent of the aphrodisiac so clearly and the waterfall also felt somehow cooler than before. The spell had been broken. The floor he was lying on felt hard. He groaned and sat up. “I miss our soft and warm bed,” he mumbled tiredly.

“I wore you out, again. I’m sorry, I don’t know my limits.”

Xir’ag laughed as he searched for his cloak and saw it a long way away on the floor. “Don’t worry so much. And don’t apologise for great sex!”

Sajore stared at him for a while, then stood up and fetched him his cloak, helping it on him.

Xir’ag felt sluggish and very tired. His stomach, ass, thighs and hands were messy but he didn’t care, he was too tired to care.

Sajore put on his pants and threw his tunic on his shoulders, offering his arm for Xir’ag. “Alright, I won’t apologise. Actually I have to say; that was one amazing fuck!”

Xir’ag laughed loudly, “That sounded more like you!”

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

They walked slowly out of the hall as the lights around them seemed to fade and go out. Xir’ag felt really tired and really heavy. He was sure his legs weighed at least a ton and leaned heavily on Sajore. His legs were trembling and his ass was feeling slippery and wet.

He wanted to get into their room quickly so they took the fastest way; through the room where they had had their party food served in earlier that night, though it must already be morning.

As they stepped into the room, Xir’ag’s eyes flew open and his jaw dropped down. “Wha-what’s this?” he asked with a shocked voice.

There were Shaya, Yvain and Elga, sitting across the big table, all quietly sipping wine. Shaya was shining like the sun and grinning widely, flailing her arms around and almost falling off her chair. Elga was completely red and looked like he wanted to sink under the table, leaning his head on his arms and Yvain looked- well, like Yvain, emotionless as ever.

“You promised nobody would be here, Shaya.” Sajore walked closer to Shaya and growled down at his sister.

“Well, we felt like continuing the party a little longer,” Shaya explained, lifting his wineglass and waggling her eyebrows.

“So she forced you to stay too?” Sajore asked the two men and got a nervous nod from Elga and an exasperated sigh from Yvain.

Shaya was giggling. “Hi, Xir-Xir. Lovely to see you feeling so well. I was worried for a while when you went silent there.”

Xir’ag stared at her but said nothing, he was too tired to speak and it wouldn’t help anything, she was clearly drunk... very drunk.

Yvain cleared his throat. “Yes. You brought quite the entertainment. Though I didn’t know it was going to get this heated, damn you went on for half a night!”

Being this sleepy, Xir’ag never thought he could gather up enough energy to flush dark red, but somehow, he still did.