Pain and Pleasure

Chapter 17.

Xir’ag felt strangely stretched and a bit nauseous as he drifted trough the long portal. Then he was in the narrow hallway that smelled like fresh air. His senses were filled with new sensations that made his head spin. He heard Sajore step up behind him and the portal close. The vampire looked paler than normal and had a very serious expression on his face.

They were there; on the surface. Shaya had told them to stay as long as they liked, but she had planned for them to stay at least a year. A whole year on the surface, so near the sun and stars and all the new things Xir’ag had never before experienced during his long life.

Before they left they had found out the real reason why Shaya had wanted to get them to the surface; the house Qua'laen ilythiiri’s surface portal was close to one of the little human villages in the vast mountains.
It was used to import all the fresh foods, goods and equipment the house could ever need. The portal the men had just used was activated once a month when the moon was full and a list of ordered things was sent trough it to the house below.

Their deal had worked well until now, but the humans were getting nervous about working with a house that was so close to the feared drow city Menzoberranzan and not in the best rapport with the other houses of the city. If the drow of Menzoberranzan ever found out that they were helping the rebel house, the village would be in a lot of trouble.

So, Shaya had sent her best diplomat, Xir’ag, to talk them out of the glitch, also sending the village two strong guards as a peace offering.

The villagers had been in correspondence with Shaya for a long time, talking about the conditions of the deal and now everything was settled. Xir’ag held Shaya’s latest letter with him and the villagers had prepared them a nice little hut that they could live in during the cold winter and use as a shelter during the daylight.

The villagers already knew who they had been dealing with, so the fact that surface people normally did not like drow wouldn't be an issue here. These people were different, the house Qua'laen ilythiiri had once helped the village to survive a big attack of furious orcs and saved everyone’s life, making them realize that if they kept the house as an ally, they would never have a problem with orcs anymore, as those beasts were scared of the dark skinned elves, just like every other race on the surface.

Shaya had advised them before their departure of what to do and where to go. They had a map with them to lead them to the right place where the people should already be expecting them. Shaya had counselled them to stay close to the human village over the long, cold winter. The next summer they should spend somewhere southern, the nights here were too short for Sajore during the summer. Fortunately they had perfect timing and summer was fading into fall and they had the whole winter ahead to settle in the little village before they had to go further.

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Sajore smelled the air deeply, inhaling the nightly scent of forest and rain. The smell of the sun was still far away, so they had plenty of time to visit the outer world before coming back to the cave for the sunrise. They didn’t want to hurry to the village, but to take their time and get used to the feeling of being outside by themselves before meeting anyone else.

“It’s so bright in here,” Xir’ag whispered, lurking around the corner to the tunnel that led to the outer world. “It seems to be daytime,” he continued and made Sajore snigger despite his nervousness.

“No my love, that’s the moonlight that you can faintly see from here, not the sun.”

Xir’ag’s eyes widened. “That’s moonlight? But that’s too bright. What is the sun like if this is ‘dark’?”

Sajore rested his arm on Xir’ag’s shoulder and chuckled. “You’ll see, very soon you will see.”

Xir’ag frowned but stepped closer to the faint light.

Sajore followed close behind.

As they walked closer to the mouth of the cave, Xir’ag started to sense more smells than he had never sensed before; grass, flowers and trees, nature. Everything seemed so strange and new and captivating that he started to feel like he should run out. But he walked carefully, one step at a time, until he stood outside. The starlit sky above was so huge that it made him feel immensely tiny. He grabbed hold of the stone wall. He had lived all his life inside a cave with a solid roof over his head and this huge, wide open space was making him feel like he could drift away.

As soon as the vampire stepped next to him, he took a firm hold of his hand and squeezed it tightly. It was so bright outside, the millions of tiny, sparkling stars and the full, threatening moon lighting the place better than any magical light ever could. He could see everything around them clearly.
His eyes that were used to the complete darkness of the Underdark, felt slightly achy from switching to normal view instead of the infrared he normally used. His hearing was also overloading with voices and noises from all around. The surface world seemed to buzz with life. He heard rustling from the grass and trees around, the hooting of an owl, flapping of wings above, humming of the leaves from the forest and tiny little creaks and drops and other sounds that made him turn his head from sound to sound to try to see what had caused it.

He listened and breathed the brisk night air, looking around with all his senses on alert.

Sajore watched him, smiling faintly. He had missed some of the feelings and memories that rose in him now, but he had lived most of his life on the surface, so the miracle of the living nature was nothing new to him. Instead he observed Xir’ag’s almost childlike, enthusiastic actions as the drow slowly filtered in all the new sensations.

Finally Xir’ag sighed deeply, turning to look at Sajore, who was still facing him. The drow smiled, his red eyes glowing bright in the moonlight. “This is amazing!” he whispered, his white teeth shining against the darkness of his coal-black skin.

Sajore smiled back and winked. “Everything is amazing when you are with me.”

Xir’ag laughed warmly and turned back to look at their surroundings. “So, what shall we do now?” Xir’ag finally asked, with his ‘professional’ voice.

Sajore grinned and stepped closer to him, groping his butt and fumbling with his clothing, making the drow press closer.

“That’s your number one priority?” Xir’ag chuckled, being not at all sorry about the fact.

Sajore found what he was looking for from the folds of the drow’s long cloak and presented him the map they were to follow to find the hut.

Xir’ag smiled sheepishly to answer the vampire’s wide grin.

“Second,” the vampire said, giving him a kiss as he offered the map to Xir’ag.

The drow opened the small parchment and started to study it, finding their position easily from the spot Shaya had marked on the map. He pointed to the left. “There’s the village and the hut is right above it, on top of the hill. If we won’t go there tonight, then could we take a little sightseeing tour around the cliff and come back before the sun rises?”

Sajore nodded in agreement and jumped down from the cave mouth to the soft grass under it.

Xir’ag followed, squealing happily like a child when he felt the soft rustle of grass beneath his feet.

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They walked along the edge of a high cliff, admiring the view to the forested valley below. The village was on the mountainside behind them, far and high enough not to be seen from here. Their hut was even higher.

Sajore was actually looking forward of seeing their new home, because the map indicated it being close to a little mountain lake and that there was enough forest to keep their privacy, even when the village was just half an hour away by foot.

Xir’ag jumped around like a mountain cat, his eyes wide with excitement. He pointed his finger here and there and babbled about everything he saw or heard and finally he saw a glimpse of the ocean far away, behind miles and miles of forest and sandy desert. He froze. “That’s the ocean? It’s huge!” he shouted, looking at Sajore and then back at the ocean.

Sajore walked past him to the edge and smiled. “Yeah. The entire world is huge.”

Xir’ag leaned closer to his back and folded his arm around the vampire’s stomach.

Sajore leaned against him.

Xir’ag was still staring out into the distance as the vampire took his hand and entwined their fingers together, their rings clicked against each other.

“Are you ok Sajore? You’ve been very quiet since we arrived,” he asked, nuzzling Sajore’s arm.

The vampire turned and pulled him closer. “This might sound really stupid to you, but this place is-" he paused, turning his head to look at the distant horizon, where he felt the sun hiding. “This place is a lot safer in many ways than the Underdark, but there are forces here that can kill me in an instant, and I’m being reminded of their existence every second. It makes me nervous.”

Xir’ag held him tight. “You mean the sun? You can sense it?”

“Yeah, you can probably sense it too when you get used to it, but it won’t hurt you. It can make your eyes water and ache, but it won’t kill you. Then there are the trees, the wood, fire that people use...” his voice faded away and he leaned his cheek on Xir’ag’s white hair.

“Why didn’t you say anything earlier?” Xir’ag asked softly, his voice muffled against Sajore’s chest.

The vampire sighed heavily. “Because I still wanted us to come here. I wanted you to see all that the world has to offer. And if I would have told about my fears, you would have refused to come here because of me, and I didn’t want that.” He smiled as he lifted Xir’ag’s chin up and looked at those beautiful, sparkling, excited eyes.

Xir’ag looked back, gratitude and love in his gaze.

They kissed there, as the suns first faint glow appeared on the horizon and the wind tangled their hair into a white and black mess and flapped Xir’ag’s cloak around them. Xir’ag’s heart was soaring, he was so happy and nervous and excited that he wanted to scream. He deepened their kiss until he was breathless and panting.

Finally they broke the kiss and without saying a word, Sajore swept the drow onto his back and ran back to the cave, Xir’ag holding on and nuzzling his neck happily.

The sun was far from rising above the horizon when they were back inside the safety of the cave and together they prepared a bed out of straws and blankets they had with them. Xir’ag thought about lighting a fire, but Sajore’s sniggering stopped him.

“What’s so funny? It’s chilly here.”

“It might be chilly now, but just wait until the sun rises. It’s still summer out there; it will get warm, trust me.” The vampire leaned his back to the rocky wall and relaxed, making sure he was far out of the reach of the rays of the sun. “I have to tell you something,” Sajore finally said, reaching for Xir’ag and pulling him closer.

Xir’ag nodded, settling on his lap. He could hear from the voice of his lover that it was something important. Sajore was quiet for a while, searching for the right words to begin.

“When the sun goes up and the light fills the air, I get very drowsy. All vampires experience this. I loose almost all my strength and get very sleepy and weak. Don’t be afraid then, it’s normal, I just need to wait until it’s dark again and I’ll be normal. Don’t worry about me, if something threatens us, I will still be able to defend us enough by reflex alone. Enjoy the daytime, it’s worth experiencing, even when you have to do it alone. Just don’t go too far out, because I can’t come to your rescue while the sun is up.”

He stopped and turned his head to face Xir’ag, who nodded again. This was actually making him really nervous, but he didn’t want to worry the vampire, so he just smiled faintly and kissed him. “I can manage. I will look after you, so you don’t have to worry about anything. Just get some rest.” He grinned and Sajore answered the grin with his own.

Sunrise was Sajore’s least favourite moment of a day in the surface, but right now he was enjoying it very much. It was hilarious to look at Xir’ag’s reactions as the big ball of blazing light finally rose over the horizon and bathed everything into its light, revealing sharp colours Xir’ag had never seen before.

Sajore struggled against the tiredness that took over his body and finally relaxed himself on the bed they had built on the cave’s floor. But he was still looking at the drow’s reactions while smiling widely.

Xir’ag peeked at the sunlight around the corner, not daring to go out. The world was so green and all the colours were so incredibly bright! Even the dark blue sky above was so bright it hurt his eyes to look at, not to mention the sun itself, he could feel the hot rays of it warming everything around him and edged back deeper into the cave, feeling extremely nervous. He could imagine how the sun burned Sajore, even looking at it made his skin tingle.

Sajore chuckled as Xir’ag twitched, sitting nervously next to him. The drow glanced at him and then back out. Finally his curiosity took a hold of him and stomped the fear under it. He crawled closer to the mouth of the cave and poked his head out to look around at the waking nature. He held his hand in front of his eyes so the sun didn’t hurt him directly and looked all around.

Birds were now chirping all around them, there was a deer grazing not so far away and a yellow butterfly fluttered past him. His jaw had dropped and his eyes were wide open. Salty water was running down his cheeks.

It obviously hurt his eyes badly, but it didn’t stop him from staring to the brightness ahead with awe. Sajore smiled softly, leaning his head on his hands. This was definitely worth all the fear. He settled more comfortably to the floor and closed his eyes, leaving the huffing drow to his study of the surface world. There were so many things he wanted to show the drow, so many things he wanted him to see and feel. And they had plenty of time to do all of it. Now, it was time to rest and gather strength.

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The sun was down again when Sajore opened his eyes, smelling the fresh, dark smell of the night. Xir’ag had finally dosed off, curled up next to him, wrapped tightly against the vampire to stay warm as the sun disappeared and took the heat with it. He had removed his cloak and was now only wearing his green pants. Sajore observed his peaceful sleep, stroking his lean back and arms until he decided they should wake up. Xir’ag started to move as Sajore shook his shoulder.

“Time to go?” he asked with a muffled voice and stood up, rubbing his eyes. He looked really tired.

“Did you sleep at all?”

“Not much, it was too bright and all the smells and sounds and animals kept me awake, I just couldn’t sleep,” he grinned sheepishly as he dug his water bottle out of his backpack.

“You can sleep more once we get to the hut, but now we need to move so we get there early enough to visit the village before sunrise.”

“Won’t they wonder what we are doing there in the middle of the night?

“Probably yes, but we don’t have a lot of choices if you don’t want to go to meet them alone and I don’t think that would be wise.”

Xir’ag nodded as he pulled his cloak back on. “You’re right, let’s get going.”

They half walked, half ran the whole trip, even when they had to stop to investigate interesting plants, animals or views every time Xir’ag saw something new and amazing. Sajore told him the names of trees, animals and flowers, picked him some apples and berries and herbs and found a little river where Xir’ag dipped his whole head under water just to feel the flow of it and the fresh taste he had never tasted before, being used to the stuffy, little lakes of the Underdark.

Finally they were there, at their little home.

The ‘hut’ was a massive log cabin on a steep hill, standing like a guardian on top of the little human village that could be seen far below them. The cabin had four windows and a big, wooden door. The thick walls were built of huge logs. All the windows were covered with dark curtains and the door barred, but the barn key that had been left for them. The barn was next to the cabin and they could hear and smell horses, chicken and cows in there. All the animals were now inside, it was not safe to keep them out on the mountains during the night, but the animals must have sensed them, with all the racket they were making now.

There were bushes full of berries and trees full of fruits, and a whole field full of vegetables, potatoes and herbs. They could live very richly with their own food without ever going anywhere else if they wanted, at least Xir’ag could. There was not much for Sajore to get the blood he would need, so hunting would be needed, he could hunt animals, drink their blood and bring back the meat for Xir’ag.

They both walked around the yard, looking at everything with very satisfied smiles.

Finally Sajore found the key to the hut from inside the barn. The horses seemed slightly frightened by his presence, but they didn’t turn skittish. Soon he was out again and opened the heavy door into the cabin.

Xir’ag ran inside after him.

There were two narrow beds on one side of the cabin. The men only had to glance at each other and they were already pulling the beds together into a windowless corner.

There was a small table, a stove, a fireplace, and a few small closets. There were wooden and metal pots and other kitchen wares, enough for at least ten people. The beds were made with soft woollen blankets and a fluffy, brown fur. There were big pillows scattered all around and as Xir’ag opened the closets, he found clothes and more sheets and towels to last for months. The clothes looked big, but he could always roll up his sleeves and pant legs. He had to laugh, he was so happy.

Sajore came behind him and hugged him tightly. “They have really prepared everything for us.” He reached his hand in front of Xir’ag’s face, waving around a letter.

Xir’ag snagged it from him. “What’s this?”

“Read it,” Sajore answered, smiling widely and holding the drow close to him by the waist.

Welcome to our humble village, honourable guests. I hope you find everything you might need here. If there is anything missing, please let us know and we will provide it for you. You are welcome to visit the village at any time, contact the guards on the way and they will guide you further. We hope you will enjoy your stay here.

~The captain of the guard and the head of the village, Mercury Murran

Xir’ag turned around, beaming and resting his hands on Sajore’s shoulders. “Should we visit this head of the village then?”

Sajore nodded.

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Just like the note had stated, there was a guard close to the town limits. The man seemed extremely nervous as the two of them got closer to him. He had lifted his wooden spear and was sweating heavily, looking around like he was ready to run off any second.

Xir’ag smiled calmly at him. “We got this letter from the captain of the guards and thought we should make an appearance. I am Xir’ag and this is my partner Sajore.” He introduced them shortly with his fluent surface language and the man seemed very relieved as he mumbled a short reply and walked them into the village.

The guard knocked on the door of a big house in the edge of the village and soon a big, scruffy man opened the door, looking very sleepy. “What is it, in the middle of the night?”

“The men from the down below are here,” the guard hastily answered and without waiting for a reply, walked away quickly.

Sajore and Xir’ag looked at each other, ready to start laughing. ‘Down below’? They were left to face the bear-looking man who yawned and stretched in front of them, wearing only a long undershirt. “You are right on time then. Welcome lads, call me Mercury. Why are you here in the middle of the night, or don’t you like the sunlight?”

“The sun is a bit too bright to eyes that are used to complete darkness,” Xir’ag answered politically and smiled. The man scratched his beard and smiled widely, stepping aside to welcome them in. “You still have a few hours before the sunrise so I guess we can take care of the business now.” Mercury stepped in after them and closed the door.

His house was warm and cosy. They sensed sleeping people in other rooms, but felt safe as Mercury offered them cups of beer. Sajore refused, but Xir’ag took his offer and started to sip the warm drink while sitting in front of a big kitchen table. The human had a booming, calm voice as they started to talk about the assignment.

They soon found out that the village only expected them to help to keep things safe and would leave them be in their own peace the rest of the time. If there ever was an attack by orcs or other enemy, the men would help defend the village. The biggest threat usually came at the end of summer, the winter would probably by quieter and safer. At spring they had never experienced any problems. So as long as they could get by without bigger troubles for the next few months, the rest of the year should be very peaceful.

Mercury quickly explained all the routines they should know, about how the shops opened at sunrise and the curfew started at midnight. They could visit the village after the sunset if they wanted, without causing any trouble, if they contacted the guards or walked with torches so everyone could recognize them. The villagers had been informed about their strange guests and they should not bother them with anything.

The man did mention that some of the younger ones might get curious about them and sneak into their little farm, but they should just send them back. Very rarely, but still from time to time, bears and wolves had been seen around the village, so the animals should not be left alone outside at night-time, but at daytime they should be safe.

The small lake next to the farm was for their personal use, there was a bigger lake on the other side of the village that the villagers used. There was also a small sauna attached to the barn that the men could use if the cabin got too cold in the winter, it was big enough to sleep in and could be kept much warmer than the big cabin.

Finally Mercury stood up and yawned. They all shook hands and were guided to the door by the big human, who was now smiling warmly down at them. They said their goodbyes and walked out of the village.

They would have plenty of time to get to know the villagers later, right now they were both curious about their little farm and Sajore was getting hungry. They walked slowly towards their little farm while Sajore hunted down some small animals from the forest. Soon they were back at their home and by then, the vampire was full enough to survive until the next night when he would hunt for a bigger prey.

He had to admit that he missed the easy hunting nights at the Underdark where his food was waiting for him around the corner. But once again, seeing Xir’ag’s enthusiastic face made him happy for this little sacrifice of coming here and facing all the things that were so dangerous to him.

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Sajore laughed softly when Xir’ag asked if he should feed from one of their horses or cows as they walked across their yard. “No, I’m fine for now. There are always groups of bandits hiding on the mountains, I can make a little ‘patrol’ to keep the village safe and myself well fed.” He winked and folded his arm around Xir’ag shoulders, just as they stepped into their new cabin.

The sunrise was close so Sajore went inside right away, making sure all the curtains were covering the windows well and no light could get in. Contently he flopped to the soft bed and rolled onto his back, looking at Xir’ag who stepped in more slowly and locked the door after him. He stopped in the middle of the floor.

“I should feed the animals before coming to bed,” he said, clearly very confused by the idea. He had never fed animals.

Sajore sniggered, jumped back up and folded his hands around the drow who had walked to him. “Or you could get a good rest and when you feel like it, then go feed the animals, they can manage a few hours.”

His speech was interrupted by a very loud shriek of a rooster in the barn. Sajore dropped his hands and leaned his forehead against Xir’ag’s. “Or not.”

Xir’ag gave a small, defeated grin and walked to the door. “You go to bed, I’ll be right back, I guess I have to get used to this.”

Sajore dove under the fur with a grunt as Xir’ag stepped back outside.

Xir’ag could sense the morning, smell it in everything and especially hear it as nature woke up to another buzzing day. He walked sleepily towards the barn when he suddenly heard a faint whistle. He stopped and crouched down, eyeing the barn door with suspicion. No animal let out that kind of sound, there was definitely a human in there, he could smell him now too.

Suddenly the barn door opened and a teenage boy with brown hair and blue eyes stepped out and froze. They stared at each other as the boy went pale and Xir’ag slowly stood back up, noticing the boy was taller than he.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, smiling so the boy wouldn’t run away, he looked very frightened.

“I’m the farmhand.”

“The what?”

“I take care of the animals for you so you don’t have to worry about them. I try to take care of everything during the day, so I come here at sunrise.”

“Oh.”

The boy seemed finally to relax a bit. Xir’ag was still confused as the guard captain had not mentioned this at all.

“Was it wrong to come here? They asked me to take care of the animals, it’s been my job for a long time now,” the boy asked with a quiet voice and stepped backwards.

“No, you… do your thing. I won’t bother you,” Xir’ag hastily answered, smiling again. “And thank you for taking care of the animals for us.”

The boy grinned faintly and turned around. “I like this job, I get to be out and play with the animals.”

Xir’ag watched as the boy disappeared back into the barn and then trotted back into the cabin. He made a mental note to ask about the boy the next time they would visit the village. It was a very good thing there was someone taking care of the animals, because Xir’ag really didn’t know how he would have managed it all alone.

He went inside and barred the door again, fumbling his way to the bed. He didn’t want to switch to infrared sight because there was still a faint light there and it would hurt his eyes, he would just have to get used to this strange surface lighting. He jumped on Sajore, making him groan under the fur. “We have a little helper, so we don’t have to worry about the animals,” he said cheerily, tossing his cloak onto the floor and pulling up the fur to crawl under it and close to the naked vampire.

“There was someone outside and I sensed nothing? Damn I need to get a grip of myself,” Sajore huffed as he took a hold of Xir’ag and pulled him closer.

Xir’ag kissed the vampires hair in the darkness. “The light affects you so strongly?”

The vampire only nodded and moved the fur away, rolling them around so Xir’ag was under his cold body. Xir’ag wrapped his legs around Sajore’s bare buttocks and slid his hands down his back to the firm globes, squeezing them so Sajore moved closer to him.

“Are you awake enough for this now?” the drow murmured into Sajore’s ear, nibbling the earlobe softly.

He got a frustrated growl as an answer. “I wish.”

“What, you’re sleepy?”

“My mind isn’t, but my body is. I don’t think I can do this now.”

Xir’ag ground once against the vampire to feel none of the firmness that usually returned his touch.
He let his hands drop and pursed his lower lip into a pout. “Is this a phenomenon that is going to last the whole time we are on the surface?”

“I don’t think so, I just have to get used to it again. I’ve been in the darkness for too long.” The vampire sounded so disappointed that Xir’ag had to smirk.

“So you still really want it?”

“Of course, when do I not want it?”

“I guess we should work on getting your powers to work on daylight too by practising as often as we can?” Xir’ag purred, kissing Sajore’s lips softly.

“We could try to get Armaros to surface, he has never had any problems with light, but it’s still my body he’s in.”

“No, I want you to stay here too. It won’t work if he bursts out every time it gets light.” Xir’ag answered, sighing. His mood was fading and soon Sajore rolled off from him and snuggled up to his side.

“Wake me up before the sunset and we can try it again,” Sajore sighed, looking extremely tired and falling asleep almost immediately after finishing the sentence.

Xir’ag wrapped his arm around the vampire and closed his eyes too, feeling slightly worried about everything new he had learned.

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Xir’ag woke up to a knock on the door and jumped up in an instant, fully alert. He gathered his cloak onto his shoulders and stepped over to the door “Who’s there?” he asked trough the door.

The familiar voice of the young boy replied, “I’m done, sir drow. I left the fresh milk and eggs here on the porch. I go now and will be back tomorrow morning. I will come a few hours after sunrise if it suits you better.”

Xir’ag opened the door and peeked out to the cloudy day. The sun was hiding behind the big grey clouds so it was almost pleasantly light out. “That would be great. Thank you.” he answered the boy, squinting his eyes. The boy smiled at him and was just about to turn away when Xir’ag stopped him. “Wait, what is your name?”

“Andrei, sir drow.”

Xir’ag laughed “You don’t have to call me sir, please call me Xir’ag.”

The boy nodded, blushing lightly and running off.

He waited until Andrei had disappeared, then opened the door and let it stay open as he went back to bed. He was still sleepy; he must have only slept a few hours. Sajore was in deep sleep, lying on the bed like a dead man. Xir’ag sniggered at his thoughts and squeezed the pale man into his embrace. Sajore answered by nuzzling him and mumbling something softly. Soon Xir’ag was deep asleep again.

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The sound of dripping water woke him up hours later. He rubbed his eyes and sat up, his mind still blurred with sleep but waking up more by the second. He moved Sajore’s hand away from his stomach and stood up from the bed. It was warm enough to not to wear his cloak, even with the open door and the fresh wind blowing inside, bringing the strange scent of fresh grass and water with it. He walked closer to the open doorway slowly, carefully. The sound of dripping water was so loud that it filled his fragile ears completely.

An amazing sight waited for him outside. The smell of soft summer rain filled his senses as he stood there, staring at the huge shower. He had never seen a rain before and it filled him with awe.
He got the sudden urge to step outside and feel the rain. So slowly he moved out of the warm, dark cabin and into the rain.

The rain felt cold and refreshing on his warm skin. It made his hair wet and gave him goose bumps as the water slid down his body, hitting it from every direction and making his skin tingle. He lifted his face to the sky and let the rain flow down his face, closing his eyes as the drops stung his eyes. His mouth was open and he drank the water that dripped down from the sky, smiling faintly at the fresh, cold taste of it. He started to slowly spin around.

Inside the cabin the tired vampire woke slowly, sensing Xir’ag gone and rose from the bed just to see the drow stepping outside into the rain. He smelled the cold breeze that flooded from the open doorway and smiled: rain. He pulled the warm sheets around his body and walked to the doorway, following Xir’ag’s scent, stopping to the doorway and laughing softly at the sight waiting for him outside.

Xir’ag was standing in front of the cabin, his hair and body dripping with water, his face turned to the sky. He moved his feet on the wet grass and danced slowly around. The grassy yard had by now turned into one big puddle of water and the water splashed as the drow pressed his feet back down. He jumped again, squeezing the mud and grass between his toes and laughed aloud.

He looked so happy, like an innocent child, playing naked in the rain. His smile was wide and happy, his mouth wide open as he enjoyed this new sensation with his whole soul and body. Sajore leaned on the doorframe and just stared at this amazingly beautiful creature with a soft smile on his lips.

Finally Xir’ag seemed to sense that he was being observed and turned to face Sajore, his naked body shining wetly in the faint light.

Sajore gasped and straightened. The drow looked stunning with his dripping wet hair, happy smile and slightly surprised eyes. Slowly the vampire stepped out, dropping the sheets on the ground and walked to Xir’ag, sweeping him into a mind blowing kiss, tasting the fresh water and his unique scent in his mouth.

Xir’ag answered to the kiss like a fire inside of him had been lit. “Are you still feeling tired?” he asked between little nips on his lips. Sajore chuckled and lowered his head to lick at his neck. He bit him softly, careful not to rip the skin open but hard enough to make Xir’ag gasp.

“No,” he answered quickly, sweeping the drow onto his lap.

Xir’ag lifted his legs around him and ground himself against the vampire. He felt the hardening flesh meeting his and moaned happily.

Sajore turned around, feeling the soft ground splash under his feet. Xir’ag pushed him suddenly with his whole weight and made him stumble backwards until he felt his feet slip from under him in a particularly slippery spot. He fell onto his back, hearing Xir’ag’s laughter in his ears. He smiled against the drow’s lips as they shared another passionate, wet kiss.

The water around them splashed as they wrestled on the ground, getting themselves completely wet and muddy. Xir’ag leaned his other arm to the ground and pulled the vampire on him. He ground himself against Sajore again and again until Sajore pushed him to the ground completely, then covering his body with his own. The water was splashing all over them as they kissed each other with desire, panting and pulling each other closer more and more desperately.

The cold water fell on them from the sky, sending delicious shivers along their heated bodies as they rolled around again and again. Finally Sajore was pinned to the ground so firmly that he couldn’t move. Xir’ag was holding his hands and feet on place with his own as he thrusted his hips against his lover's.

Sajore answered the movement with a moan. He lifted his head and kissed Xir’ag, sucking his tongue into his mouth and ripping it lightly with his fangs, tasting the sweet, metallic taste of blood in his mouth.

Happily Xir’ag started to thrust his tongue in and out of his mouth, the vampire’s fangs scraping his tongue with every thrust. Sajore lifted his hips again and struggled against Xir’ag’s grip, feeling completely delirious. Of course he would have been able to flip them around, but nothing was as good as being pinned under his demanding lover. With a loud protesting growl he got Xir’ag to loosen his grip enough for him to get his hands free and around the drow’s neck, pulling him in for another blood scented kiss.

Xir’ag moved his nails along Sajore’s arms, scratching the skin carefully and making the vampire purr into his mouth. He lowered his head back to the ground and breathed raggedly, looking into the heated eyes of the drow with his own pleasure filled yellow ones. “How do you want it?”

“I want to fuck you here and now, to thrust into that tight ass of yours, make you scream and fill you with my cream,” he answered, nipping the drow’s tender ear tip.

Xir’ag chuckled. “Nice of you to join us Armaros,” he took the demon's face between his hands and gave him a slow, deep kiss.

Armaros grinned against his lips and thrusted up faster against him. Then he suddenly pushed him down on his back and rose to his knees, looking at the drow next to him, his white hair all muddy.
“I’ll get the lube. I don’t want to hurt you,” he purred and then he was gone.

Xir’ag gasped at the coldness that filled him when the hot body over him was gone. He fell on his back with a splash and laid there on the wet grass, waiting.

Soon Armaros appeared to the doorway, stopping there to admire the flushed drow on the ground. The demon’s cock was hard and his whole muscled body was steaming at the cold weather.

Xir’ag licked his lips and arched his back, sliding his hand along his wet body until a hand met his pulsing, hard organ. He took a firm grip of it and started to stroke. He looked into Armaros’s eyes with a wicked grin on his face. “Are you coming or not?” he purred.

The demon jumped on him with few huge steps, taking a hold of his hand and moving it aside from his cock. “That’s mine,” he growled and lowered his head to taste him. He licked the underside of the cock, swiping his tongue from side to side and finally to the head, tasting the precum there and pushing his tongue into the tiny opening.

Xir’ag moaned and lifted his hips. “I want you in me,” he whispered, spreading his legs.

Armaros looked like he was about to start drooling as he moved between the open legs. Suddenly he took a hold of both thighs and lifted Xir’ag’s lower body up, bending him almost double, so his knees were next to his shoulders. His eyes were wide as the demon pressed his fingers against his tight opening. The slippery fingers penetrated him easily and the demon purred with pleasure as he watched his fingers press deep into his lover.

Xir’ag tossed his head from side to side and moaned loudly as Armaros started to fuck him furiously with his fingers, bending his body more so he could get a full access between his buttocks.
“It’s sucking me in, damn you’re tight,” he moaned, licking his lips and grinning.

“Then hurry up and fuck me, your fingers are not enough for me,” Xir’ag gasped with a grin on his flushed face. His eyes were fluttering open as he stared straight into yellow eyes that met his over his bent body.

Armaros pressed him back down and opened the bottle of lube, dripping some of it on his erection and recapping the bottle, tossing it aside. Xir’ag pressed his legs together and took a hold of his knees, lifting them up. Armaros moaned, he could see the tight, little opening that was now calling him in and reached for it with a finger again.

He pressed a finger in, just to stretch it a bit more and spread the lube around. Xir’ag whimpered and rocked his body against the finger. His face flushed red. “Quit the fucking tormenting!” he spit out, staring at the demon with heated, red eyes.

Armaros obeyed grinning, positioning himself against him and pressed in all the way with one thrust.

Xir’ag let go of his knees and his head fell down to the watery ground with a splash. He let out a long ‘aaah’ and his whole body shivered.

Armaros grinned and started to thrust in with extreme speed. Soon the drow was yelling his pleasure out loud, trying not to fall on his sides. The demon reached for his knees and lifted them over his shoulders, pressing himself so deep inside that his balls slapped roughly against Xir’ag’s ass. Then he quickened his pace again.

Xir’ag was deliriously repeating non-coherent words as his pleasure rose to heights where he could no longer control his body or mind. His body started to spasm so much that Armaros could clearly feel it around his cock and under his body. And then his head fell back and he came with a scream. His seed burst onto his chest and face and his hands bruised the vampire’s.

Armaros groaned, feeling his climax closing over him as he watched the drow wither under him and then he emptied himself inside Xir’ag, milking himself until he was completely spent and stopped, breathing raggedly. He chuckled as he lowered Xir’ag’s lower body back down and let his limp organ slip out of him.

Xir’ag looked at him with hazy eyes, breathing quickly, his whole body steaming in the cold rain.
“At least we don’t need to take a shower.” Sajore grinned tiredly as he flopped on Xir’ag, sighing contently. Xir’ag couldn’t answer with words, but let out a little satisfied sound.

Soon Xir’ag was starting to shiver from the cold, it was still raining and as the sun set behind the clouds, it got darker and colder than before. He nudged Sajore and the vampire lifted his head. “Can we go back in, I’m getting really cold.”

“Sure,” Sajore murmured and lifted Xir’ag onto his lap, carrying him inside the cabin and to the bed, burying him under a soft fur and a heavy vampire.

“If life on the surface is always like this, I want to stay here forever,” the tired drow mumbled as he wrapped his arms around Sajore.