Malakel's Christmas

Smiling like a lunatic possessed by everything pink and sugary, Malakel entered the living room again and was greeted by Xinan\'s burning gaze. He had lain on the floor in front of the fire most of the night, pretending to be asleep.

\"You must be exhausted,\" Malakel said, \"after lying still for so long. Why didn\'t you go and chase some mice...\" He wasn\'t really annoyed with the cat though. Wasn\'t much annoyed with anything right then.

\"What about you?\" Xinan hissed. \"Aren\'t you exhausted after flirting with your new boyfriend all night...Listening to his ridiculous, horrible songs!\" he sat up and stretched his neck. \"I don\'t trust him, Master. Not at all.\"

\"Master?\" Malakel smirked. \"You must be serious!\"

\"I am!\" Xinan stretched his back, \"I do not trust him the slightest!\"

\"Well,\" Malakel gave him a thoughtful stare. \"Like him or not...He is *not* my boyfriend so it doesn\'t really matter, does it?\"

\"Not your boyfriend?!\" Xinan spat and padded past him on soft feet. \"So you just kiss all the vampires that fall down on your roof then?\"

Malakel didn\'t bother to argue the fact that this was indeed the first time it happened.

\"No,\" he said coldly to the cat\'s back, \"but you know better than anyone that kisses don\'t necessarily mean something,\" he spat and suddenly felt both petty and mean. \"There\'s not a cat in this neighborhood that hasn\'t had your attention at some point!\"

Xinan didn\'t reply, he just turned his head and watched his master with shiny eyes as he swiftly walked past him in the hall and began climbing the stairs.
Malakel\'s heart was suddenly racing in his chest again. He had never argued with Xinan before. Then again, nothing, or no one, had ever stood between them like this either. Now his face felt all warm and flushed and he fought off angry tears when he reached his bedroom.

That silly, stupid cat! Why did he have to make things so complicated?
Malakel pulled his shirt over his head and dropped his pants to the floor. After having found a fresh pair of white boxers in a drawer, he climbed into his large, four-poster bed, under the chilly duvet and closed the blue velvet curtains around him. The sun had come up outside, but in here it wouldn\'t disturb him. Malakel prepared for some much desired sleep.

Though alas, it was not to be. While drifting in and out of slumber he suddenly heard the sound of the bedroom door opening. He knew what it meant of course and turned his back to it, annoyed. Xinan knew him well though, and approached his other side first: A little, broad, sweet face peeked in at him from between the curtains.

\"Go away, Xinan,\" Malakel said in a sleepy voice. \"I am too tired. And besides we just fought...\"

\"Are you mad at me?\" Xinan asked quietly.

\"No...\" Malakel stubbornly turned his back to him again.

\"Then why can\'t I sleep with you?\"

\"Because...\" Malakel turned his head to look at him, \"it\'s never just sleeping with you!\" he said. \"And I am tired...\"

\"...And have a boyfriend in the cellar.\" Xinan sounded utterly miserable.

\"He is not my boyfriend! That is not why!\"

\"Then why can\'t I?\" The cat still argued.

\"Because...I want to sleep...and you *never*...\"

\"If I promise to just...sleep?\" the cat interrupted and blinked with his eyes.

\"All right, then,\" Malakel moved over to the other side of the bed and refused to look at Xinan when he entered and curled up on the bed spread. \"You don\'t have to lie there,\" he said then, \"You can come lie with me under the duvet,\" he sighed, but it was just for show. He had given in now. It wasn\'t that he disliked sleeping *next* to Xinan, it was just the sleeping *with* Xinan that he wasn\'t always up to.

Xinan slid in beside him quiet as only a cat can be. Then he began purring and spooned up behind his witch, embracing him from behind with his paws. His tail curled lovingly around Malakel\'s calf.

\"Good night, pretty Prince, \" he sighed against his throat. He used to say that.

\"Good night, velvet cat,\" Malakel replied out of habit and took one of his paws in his hand.

But of course, as predicted, it wasn\'t just sleeping. Before long Malakel was called back from his dreams because something hard was pressed against the crack of his buttocks, rubbing hard and eager against it.

\"Xinan! No!\" Malakel wriggled on the mattress and tried to escape, which only made the panting in his ear sound louder and faster. \"You said just sleep!\" he tried to reason.

\"I can\'t help it,\" the cat mewed quietly. \"You make me hard,\" he said. \"That pert, little ass you’ve got...\"

\"Yeah, yeah...But you swore!\" Malakel tried to bat away the paw that was aiming for the front of his boxers. If the kitten realized Malakel was hard as well, he would never get to sleep! But then, as his body began reacting to the attention, he suddenly wasn\'t all that sure if he wanted to sleep after all.

\"All right then,\" he burst out as his cock began pounding and ache with hunger. \"Just one time, \" he could hear how his own voice had dropped to a whisper. Most embarrassing really. He was so weak!

\"Good!\" The cat grinned widely with small, sharp teeth and rolled him over to pin him to the mattress and part his legs with his smooth, feline body. Malakel gasped when the soft, little paw closed around his fabric-clad arousal, holding it lovingly and milking it slowly so the little witch cried and the big cock wept, staining the white cotton with salty milk. Xinan\'s black hair spilled across Malakel\'s chest and the cat began kissing him. Tenderly, hungry... Little pink tongue inside his mouth, challenging his own to battle. Sliding against, tasting and caressing the other endlessly.

Xinan smelled familiar and warm, the eager, little cat knew well how to please him. Now, while Malakel laced his hands in Xinan\'s hair, the latter hooked his claws under the waistband of his boxers and began tugging at the fabric to force it down over his hips. Malakel lifted his rear off the mattress to help him and thus pressed his cock against Xinan\'s.

\"Oh!\" he muttered and panted heavily between the kisses. Sweat broke out on his skin as the two of them began rubbing their hard cocks roughly together. Xinan bit him lightly; the lips, the neck, he licked at his cheek, all the time while eagerly grinding his hips against Malakel\'s. The boxers were now somewhere mid-thigh and Malakel\'s cock was as naked and vulnerable as Xinan\'s. Their hips touching, their thighs, their bellies...blessed skin contact, best kind. Xinan grunted above the witch and began thrusting against his body.

\"I want in,\" he muttered with hooded eyes. His sweet breath on Malakel\'s skin, the witch\'s nipples were shiny with kitten saliva. The bed was already a mess with pillows and blankets coming between them to be hastily tossed to the floor.

Malakel moaned low and lifted his legs and hips obediently for the cat. Sitting up to his knees Xinan tossed with his hair in an almost angry motion, a cute little frown had formed on his brow as he examined the task ahead, his paws peeling the boxers completely off his legs. His pink cock throbbed visibly between his legs and the sight made Malakel\'s own twitch in sympathy, leaving precious pearls of white on his belly.

Never one to hesitate, Xinan fumbled under the pillow on his side after the fat tube of strawberry lube. Cheap, but it worked, though Malakel was still always sore when they were done with it. Now a couple of cherry sized globs was squeezed out of it an onto Xinan\'s palm. Both were dutifully smeared on the cock that would go in, a third amount was bestowed on the tiny hole in front of him.

The pink, naturally spiked cock pressed against the little knot of muscle and skin, opened it up with a persistent pressure and slowly sunk inside, sliding on pre-cum and strawberry lube.

It was a wild ride! Xinan held Malakel\'s legs tightly against his body with his arms, he threw his head back and proclaimed his pleasure with guttural moans. Looking like an ancient beast of fire, hunt and flesh he towered above his human prey, pounding his hard cock deep inside of him, fast and furious, as if something was at stake.

\"Aw, careful!\" Malakel muttered, but didn\'t really mind it much. He could take rough handling from time to time, and besides it felt good. He focused on the pleasure, closing his eyes and receiving the love. The rhythmical stroking of his prostate that made him want to squirm and scream and moan at the same time.

It was the fur that was his undoing, every time! When his lover felt he would come soon, he began caressing Malakel\'s cock with his long, soft tail. It was a powerful tail that, it teased and taunted him with ticklish and silken strokes, until he couldn\'t take it and the semen came pouring out of him in long, sticky strands, like Christmas-white honey all over his belly, Xinan\'s black fur and pale skin.
His mind opened and contracted with the orgasm, threw him from the edge into oblivious bliss and pulled him up again, over and over. Like swimming in magical fairy juices, diving through the purple waves.

The heat filled his insides as well, Malakel had long since learned that Xinan would come by watching him do it, so it was no surprise when the cat suddenly stopped his rocking motions and gasped for air on top of him, his body convulsing with the orgasmic shocks. Malakel reached out his arms and caught him when he let himself fall down on top of him. Xinan had let Malakel\'s legs go as well and the witch wrapped them securely around him, holding him tightly in a sticky, salt and sweet embrace while his heart slowed its racing and his breathing became normal again.

Soon the cat lay still, his brow had cooled somewhat against Malakel\'s lips and his paws were gently stroking his master\'s skin, every plane and every angle. A happy purring sound filled the room with a sense of loving aftermath.

\"Malakel,\" Xian suddenly said. \"You are my sweet, lovely bowl o\' cream,\" he declared with passion and pushed one finger deep inside Malakel\'s rear.

It was then that Malakel knew, there would be no sleep today.

***

Malakel startled out of his daze at nightfall, his body feeling sore and warm from cuddling. Xinan\'s ears tickled his face; the little cat lay snoring on top of him, puffing hot air against his skin. Carefully he rolled the lithe body off his own, Xinan woke up of course, but just for a moment, then his eyes closed and he curled up to sleep again. Malakel smiled affectionately to his sleeping lover and moved to get out of the bed. Then, suddenly, it was as if the cat was being hit by internal lightning, it jerked off the mattress and in one speedy movement the naked kitten suddenly stood shivering on the floor before him. Eyes wide open, staring at the witch:

\"The vampire, where is he?!\" he hissed loudly.

\"I...I don\'t know,\" Malakel replied.

\"You are off to see him are you not?\"

\"Sweetest, Xinan, of course I am, he is our guest.\" Malakel tried to calm him down with reason, though he couldn\'t deny the excited fluttering feeling in his stomach when he thought about the vampire. He didn\'t know why their Christmas guest made him feel like that, but he did.

Malakel rose from the bed and looked around for a clean pair of pants.

\"...I am just a cat to you, am I not?\" Xian\'s sulking voice sounded and one of the pillows from the bed suddenly flew through the air and hit the wall.

\"Of course not,\" Malakel suddenly felt anxious. \"You are a very *special* cat,\" he said. \"My cat...\"

\"But not like *him*, am I? No matter how many times I make you come you\'ll still like him better...\"

Malakel finally turned to look at him.

\"But of course not Xinan. He is a vampire, you are a cat, that is two very different things,\" he said calmly though he felt strangely pained. \"That doesn\'t mean that I love you any less!\"

The cat didn\'t answer him, just fetched his red sweater from the floor and walked out the door, his tail an angry, white stained exclamation mark behind him.
Malakel sighed. Wondered what the cat was up to, he wasn\'t one to say no to a challenge, and had made it quite clear he saw Vanja as a threat somehow. Maybe not all that strange, having been held out the window by his tail and all... Malakel just wished that they could all be friends. Have a nice Christmas together and get along! It really shouldn\'t be that difficult, not in his opinion anyway!

When he came downstairs he was a little miffed that the vampire was nowhere to be found. It was clearly night but he didn\'t seem to be awake yet. He shrugged and made himself some late, late breakfast before lighting a candle and going downstairs to look, it could be the door had gotten stuck or something... Malakel was almost annoyed with himself for being so eager to see the red-head again, just thinking about it made him feel soft inside. He ignored Xinan, whom looked awfully smug that the vampire wasn\'t there, and entered the cellar, but Vanja was not there either. The wine cellar was empty, wine aside. No bat was there, nor vampire. Malakel let his thumb caress the marks in the grey dust where the Russian bat had slept, then he sighed deeply with disappointment and went up the staircase again. He wondered if the vampire had left, and if he had, why. Had it just been words then? All that about getting to know him? Malakel choked a sobbing sound with his hand.

But then, at last, when Malakel entered the living room, still with the wax candle clutched in his hand, he finally appeared from the shadows. Beautiful as a vision of blood, lace and garnets.

\"My Malakel!\" he whispered and approached him on his high heels, hips swaying.

\"Vanja...\" Malakel replied in a whisper and let the vampire take the candle out of his hand. He heard Xinan hiss somewhere, but didn\'t turn his head to look. The vampire was all that mattered now, to look into his lime green eyes...

\"Did you miss me?\" he smiled and placed the candle in a holder before winding his arms around Malakel\'s body. The witch saw his lips were glistening with red moisture. \"I had to feed,\" he explained and licked the remaining blood of his skin when he caught Malakel staring at it. \"I did not want to be hungry when I was with you,\" he added and gave one of his dazzling smiles.

\"Oh!\" Malakel beamed back at him, \"This will be the best Christmas, ever!\" he declared. Thought about how lucky he was. He\'d been thrilled to have Xinan with him after having spent all the Christmases since his mother disappeared alone, and now he had this exciting stranger to keep him company as well.

Vanja moved as to kiss him, and Malakel prepared for the softness of his lips, but then suddenly the Russian jerked away from him, letting him go and taking a swift step back.

\"You smell of cat!\" he burst out and fanned himself with his hands. \"I hate cats!\" he spat. \"I\'m allergic!\" Suddenly his eyes narrowed: \"You are sleeping with him, are you not?\" he pointed one accusing finger at Malakel. \"I knew it! I knew it!\" he answered his own question and began rubbing his own temples furiously as to get rid of a headache.

\"Of course he is, you fool!\" Xinan stood leaning against the doorframe, his eyes looking all hostile and cruel. \"He is dripping of me this very moment. Can\'t you smell it?\"

Malakel turned to chase him away.

\"Oh please Xinan, don\'t make things worse. Mr. Vanja, is your head ok?\" he moved as to touch him but the red-head moved away. Malakel swallowed hard, it stung. \"I am sorry, Vanja,\" he said. \"I didn\'t know that you didn\'t like cats, would you like me to take another shower?\"

\"Yes, yes please,\" the vampire made as to gasp for air. \"Most considerate of you, little witch,\" he rolled with his eyes. \"We don\'t eat of the animal\'s food, do we?\"

Malakel thought that was a rather strange comment, coming from someone who spent so much time as a bat, but he said nothing. Vanja was his guest after all and he didn\'t want to offend him. He very much also wanted him to kiss him, so therefore he went upstairs to take another shower for his guest.

He looked around for the cat to take him with him upstairs and keep the two separated, but he couldn\'t find him. So he was left just hoping they wouldn\'t have another fight while he was away.

Standing in the shower with the scent of green apple shampoo tickling in his nostrils, it finally dawned on Malakel that the two males downstairs were probably having some kind of competition going, some kind of rivalry, about *him*. He was stunned! This explained so much of their odd behavior!

The thought was ridiculous of course. He had heard about matrimony and it sounded like a lovely idea, but he had never thought it was something people, or animals, actually attempted to *do*. The \"one and only\" thing had no tradition in his family though his parents did love each other, once a year would hardly be enough for any of them and so they both had other lovers. But when he thought about it, this was in fact the case that none of his human uncles and aunts had more than one lover at a time, and he couldn\'t recall having seen more than two and two together in the village either, often married and living in the same house.

How utterly strange, he though and squeezed some more green soap from the bottle. He had never contemplated that being with one lover might cage him with that one or else lose him. It was a completely unreasonable concept of course, like now...Xinan and Vanja were as different as blood and milk, choosing between them would make no sense at all.

He stepped out of the shower with a resolve to go downstairs and tell them just that. He wrapped and towel around his waist and entered the chill hallway, half-way down he remembered clothes and padded back up to put them on, and then he went back down again. By then however, his hot head had cooled somewhat and he didn\'t feel as courageous as before when it came to boldly tell the fiery Vanja that he could get Malakel with the cat, or not at all... Vanja could say no after all, and Malakel didn\'t want that to happen.

Still with his mind crowded with most confusing thoughts and feelings he steered his steps into the kitchen instead, to make some tea and plan on how to tell him. Xinan was in there, watching him from the dark, he could feel his gaze following him.

\"There\'s much of me, you know,\" Malakel told the cat. \"I can\'t see why you can\'t share and be happy, I have a big heart\"

\"And just one ass. Do you want us to take turns?\" the cat snorted and Malakel blushed.

\"Well, no...not quite,\" he muttered and poured hot water over the leaves in the blue tea pot. \"Maybe you don\'t have to do it at the same time,\" he countered, and blushed harder. Then he took his tea and a clean mug with reindeers on and walked into the living room where Vanja sat draped in a chair by the blazing fire.

\"It is Christmas Eve,\" Malakel said and put down the tea on the table. \"I thought maybe you could help me decorate the tree,\" the little witch said, feeling insecure. Vanja had put on his sunglasses again and was looking away from Malakel so he didn\'t know yet if his mood had improved.

\"Sure,\" he said with one of his sharp, rolling r-sounds, \"we can decorate the tree.\" The vampire smiled a little. \"I hope you will excuse,\" he said. \"Earlier, I was just so dreadfully disappointed,\" he sighed.

\"Well,\" Malakel shrugged. \"Xinan was here first, you cannot expect him to change his habits overnight...\"

\"No,\" Vanja gestured with his hand, his smile was bright and shiny again. \"Of course not, my sweet. How silly of me to be offended...it is just... I do adore my little witch so much, and I *would* prefer to have him to myself,\" he spoke rapidly.

\"Adore me?\" Malakel asked breathlessly, drowning a bit in his eyes again now as the glasses had disappeared back in the pocket.

\"But of course!\" The vampire leaned over the table, \"I don\'t stay with just anyone.\"

Malakel lifted the tea to his lips and tasted the hot fluid.

\"Oh my Goddesses!\" he cried and sat the mug down so hard the horrible liquid spilled over. \"What is that?! Garlic? Xinan!\" He yelled accusingly for the cat.

A quiet snigger sounded from the hallway and a pair of sulfur eyes glowed towards them.

\"Now... you two...the two of you! Xinan!\" Malakel was having one of his very rare, little fits of fury. He quickly rose from his stuffed chair and walked into the hallway where the cat still stood laughing. He closed the door behind him with a bang.
\"Go upstairs now!\" he commanded and pointed a shivering finger at the cat. \"Or outside!\" he cried. \"I don\'t care where you go, but if you don\'t, there will be no more catnip, no fresh fish and no...sex, again, ever! I *will* have a nice Christmas,\" he sniffed. \"And you are ruining it for me...and that tasted just awful!\"

The cat had stopped laughing and his ears tilted miserably to the sides.

\"Do you want me to go away?\" he sounded as if he didn\'t quite believe what he was hearing.

\"Yes, \" Malakel said in a hissing whisper. \"Yes, Xinan, go away! Let me have just a moment\'s peace with my guest!\"

\"With your new love!\"

\"With my guest!\"

The cat looked down and drew patterns in the carpet with his clawed toe. He had crossed his arms in front of his chest.

\"All right then,\" he said in a sad, angry voice. \"Goodbye, Malakel... Merry Christmas...\" With slumped shoulders and a sad hanging tail, the little cat began climbing the stairs. The sight made it hurt in Malakel\'s chest and he was just about to call him back when he recalled the taste of cinnamon tea sprinkled with garlic and instead he swallowed hard and walked back in to the vampire.

\"The little animal,\" Vanja wrinkled his nose, much like the bat used to, \"is he gone?\"

\"Yes.\" Malakel said while a pang of sadness and guilt exploded in his heart.

\"Good!\" Vanja suddenly stood on the floor before him. \"Having him about, disturbing...The night is so short!\" he declared. \"We must use it!\"

\"What?\" Malakel asked confused.

Vanja\'s fingers slowly trailed Malakel\'s arms.

\"The seduction...\" Vanja said. \"Should be smooth, soft... like an elegant tango of wills. Now, because of stupid cat, I must do it like this!\" And then he took a hold of Malakel\'s waist and lifted him up in the air. The witch gave a startled outburst and held on to the red-head\'s shoulders the best that he could, while he was swung through the air and thrown, not all that gently, down in the green, velvet couch.

\"I shall make you mine,\" Vanja purred. \"All mine!\"

And looking into the green eyes Malakel began thinking this belonging to maybe wasn\'t such a bad idea after all. At least all his fine words about him with the cat or no witch at all, were suddenly completely gone from his mind when he parted his lips for the hungry vampire and felt his heavy weight settle on top of him. His face was shrouded in the red cave of the vampire\'s hair while the passionate kisses turned into fire and the fire turned into a blazing inferno and Malakel melted like warm butter thrown into a volcano. His arms closed around Vanja\'s shoulders and he moaned out loud with eager lust when the vampire began nibbling at his neck. Gone then, were all thoughts of pointy fangs and bloodlust. He filled his palms with crimson hair and tangled his legs with the silk-wrapped ones, rubbing his jeans-clad cock hard against the fine fabric. His own tongue played with one of the pearls in the vampire\'s ears and he closed his eyes with passion when Vanja\'s hands pulled his shirt up so his fingers touched his bare skin.

\"Yes,\" he whispered. \"Vanja...touch me!\" and he took hold of one of the vampire-hands and led the pale fingers to his own hard nipple. Vanja moaned above him and pinched the little nub, rubbed it hard between smooth fingertips.

\"Beautiful human,\" he sighed. \"Pretty Malakel,\" and then he bent down to lick the hard flesh with a rough, red tongue.

Malakel cried out and began tugging at the silk and velvet, begging it to come off his lover\'s body, for the buttons to magically come undone and the laces to shred before his eyes. And since Malakel was a witch, they did just that. Pieces of expensive looking fabrics fell from Vanja\'s body in bits and pieces and tendrils of thread. Malakel cried out with joy and let his eager hands roam the white planes of the marble body before him. Vanja grunted with pleasure and did not seem to mind the loss of his clothes at all. He tossed with his head and his hair appeared a flaming halo, a beast\'s mane when he bared his fangs and attacked the young man again. A young man who did not fear him at all, but anticipated the attack with eager yearning.

\"Yes, Vanja, yes,\" he breathed. \"Come and have me!\" he begged and then blushed.

Vanja sat up for a moment between the witch\'s legs to pull the tight pants over his feet, and Malakel was finally able to see his leaking wand of love, peeking out from a nest of crimson curls. Looking like marble as well, except the cock head was a soft red and not white like the rest.

Much like an eager, hungry puppy Malakel threw himself from his lying position, aiming for the strutting cock. He began licking at it, teased the shaft, sucked at his balls and took the head into his mouth.

Vanja lay back under the attack and Malakel let his hands follow his movement down, caressing the plum colored nipples. They were bigger than his own and deeper in color. As the cock in his mouth was much different as well, bigger and harder and not human at all, the blood in this body was still. For the son of an angel of death however, such were just minor details.

Vanja\'s hands held on to Malakel\'s curly head, guiding it up and down his shaft.

\"So eager,\" he panted. \"So cruel!\"

Malakel smiled around the cock in his mouth, fully aware that Vanja could see his buttocks in the enchanted mirror behind him, he just hoped that his mommy wasn\'t looking in at the scene, as that would have been most embarrassing... Hopefully she was trapped somewhere else.

Malakel took a break from his cock sucking to swiftly pull the shirt over his head and be naked like his companion. Pieces of the other\'s clothing lay scattered on the couch and on the floor around them, even the huge emerald ring lay there on the carpet, glittering in the light from the hearth.

\"Come,\" Vanja apparently wanted to take charge again and motioned for Malakel to come closer to straddle the vampire\'s torso while his luscious lips closed around Malakel\'s erection from his half-lying position. Now it was Malakel who cried out curses of bliss and whose thighs were quivering from pleasure. Vanja\'s long fingers parted his rear while his slick tongue caressed his cock and ate the pre-cum at the tip. One of the vampire\'s fingers began circling the puckered opening, pressing soft pads against it and massaging the muscle until it all too willingly gave in and let the knuckles sink inside, fucking him slowly and rubbing his prostate. Malakel parted his legs wider, wanted to feel him deeper inside. Harder. Faster. He told him that.

\"My, aren\'t you a wanton little witch,\" he smirked but his eyes were shiny with excitement. \"On the floor,\" he muttered, \"against the couch,\" and his fingers slipped from Malakel\'s ass.

Malakel did as he was told, leaning his head and arms on the green, soft velvet and sniffing in the familiar scent of herbs, smoke and dust. He was kneeling on the floor and felt the fire warm up his rear even more. He spread his legs, parted his buttocks, his own cock hard and pounding under his belly, weeping a few tears for attention.

Vanja draped over him like only a vampire could, covering him up with an invisible cloak. His arms wound around Malakel\'s torso and long fingers came to play with his sex, combing through the silken curls and pumping the slender cock with strong fingers. The Russian breathed heavily against Malakel\'s neck and licked at his veins, and the little witch pressed his rear against the cock that hung like a heavy, ripe fruit behind him. Wanting it inside, oh yes! All the way, deep down!

Slicked with only saliva, Vanja\'s cock disappeared into the depths of him. The vampire grunted and sighed with pleasure, slipping a few words in his native tongue. Malakel\'s body felt strained and pent-up, standing still on the floor was hard, when all he really wanted to do was to fall apart and be fucked through the wood and beyond by this male.

\"Do it,\" he begged him. \"Please!\"

Vanja didn\'t answer, but didn\'t hesitate either. His hips began moving and thrusting rhythmically and he moved one hand to hold on to Malakel\'s hip. The hand other kept pumping the witch\'s cock while he thrust, building a rhythm for them both.

He was so big! And so hard! And so strong! And so good!

\"Oh!\" Malakel said, surprised when he came. His body buckled and he felt raw inside with ecstasy when his cock shot white, liquid ribbons on the couch.

\"My lover...my love!\" Vanja panted and filled his bowels with his own shots. The liquid was cool like Vanja\'s body, but Malakel didn\'t mind, the passion was hot either way.

***

\"That,\" Malakel declared while resting in the vampire’s arms, feeling the chill stickiness run out of him and down in the carpet, \"was lovely sex!\"

Vanja chuckled.

\"That it was!\" he said. \"I would marry you just to do that again!\"

Malakel understood that it as meant as a compliment and didn\'t argue.

They lay there, just kissing, enjoying the feel of it all.

\"You must be mine,\" Vanja said. \"Just mine...\" but Malakel, who had gotten the lust somewhat out of his system, didn\'t answer; he just smiled. He felt rather sorry for Xinan now, and wasn\'t all that eager to give him up.

Naked as Christmas angels, they entered the third living room where the large Christmas tree stood, waiting to be hung with glitter and candy. A little spell sent in the fireplace\'s direction and flames soon illuminated the room to keep Malakel warm.

Of course he could have floated the decorations like in all the witchy Christmas movies, but Malakel preferred to stand on a chair. A tiny little antique thing that Vanja had to keep in place for him while his nose cuddled the witch\'s belly and his tongue lapped at his thighs and half-erect cock.

Malakel laughed and squirmed and felt utterly happy while decorating his tree with tinsel and candles and dried butterflies for luck. They hung pieces of red silk from Vanja\'s shredded clothes and strands of pearls between the branches. Little suns made of sugar and chocolate stars that Malakel had made. Finally Vanja turned into a bat and flew the ten-pointed golden sun to the top of the pine.

Sometimes they fucked, if their body parts happened to connect in a favorable angle or their kissing and flirting made them feel terribly excited. Blue gaze locked with green over the Christmas candles and the vampire wrapped his witch in tinsel, fucking him up against the wall, right under where the portrait of his grandmother hung.

\"Merry Christmas,\" Vanja breathed into his ear. \"Merry Christmas, Son of Death!\"

\"What did you say?\" Malakel felt cold.

\"Is it a secret?\" a green eye winked at him \"I could see your wings when you came last time, if you wish to hide them you must do better,\" he explained. \"Though I wondered why I felt so drawn to you...In my eyes, you are much like a king...or a god!\" he smiled with gleaming fangs.

Malakel let out a shivering breath, and a nervous, giggling sound. He didn\'t tell him that he didn\'t know he had wings though. It could be embarrassing, especially since he had no idea how to fly. His father would be thrilled! No doubt!

\"Come,\" he changed the subject. \"I have wine for you,\" he smiled. \"And home made fudge for me,\" he laughed. \"And roasted almonds and marzipan, it is Christmas after all!\" The witch beamed at his lover. He led the vampire with him to the kitchen and prepared to make hot chocolate again, as he felt he really deserved it now, having worked so hard with two lovers and all. Vanja stood beside him by the stove, sipping his wine and patting Malakel\'s rear.

Then a loud bumping sound suddenly sounded from the roof.

\"What?! Another one?!\" Vanja burst out, but Malakel just laughed.

\"Oh no, this time it is Santa for sure!\" he smiled and quickly walked to the hall, there he eagerly slipped his naked feet into large boots and took his coat from the hanger, wrapping it around his body. \"Come on, Vanja, \" he called for the vampire and tossed him a summer frock when he appeared. He couldn\'t feel cold anyway, he reasoned, so the frock would probably do. Grabbing a tray he had prepared earlier from a small table by the door, Malakel stepped out on the porch where Santa stood waiting for him. The leather wings were neatly folded on his back and his red eyes were twinkling over his black beak.

\"Oh my goodness!\" Vanja startled and took one step back upon seeing him. \"A little cologne next Christmas, perhaps?\" he suggested to the dragon-bird and covered his nose with his hand.

\"Merry Christmas, Santa,\" Malakel just smiled and patted the creature\'s head with his hand, ignoring his nobleman lover\'s protests. He held out the tray full of cut up meat and slices of pear and waited patiently while the black-beaked demon ate. When he was finished, which didn\'t take long, he moved to leave and Malakel gave his head a final caress.

\"Hurry up before the gates close now, \" he urged him. \"And say merry Christmas to father from me,\" he told the demon called Santa and waved cheerfully when the large, winged thing flew off.

Left on the porch was a huge present wrapped in blue and silver paper and with a large, red bow and a card with \"Merry Christmas! Love, Father \" and a drawn heart.

Malakel smiled, touched, and felt a tear form in his right eye. As long as he could remember, Santa had landed on the roof early Christmas morning with his present from beyond. Malikiel never forgot and Malakel loved him to bits for that.

\"What is it?\" Vanja asked and gave the present a curious glance.

\"Oh probably something he thinks I need, \" Malakel smiled affectionately and remembered last year’s screwdriver kit and the kitchen fan from the year before, all of it things Malikiel had seen and thought nifty on his brief visits to the human world. This year it turned out to be an electric shoe warmer and a huge box of white chocolates, which Malakel appreciated greatly.

\"So you really are the Angel Malikiel\'s child?\" Vanja looked at him with a peculiar expression.

\"Yes,\" Malakel admitted. They sat in the couch again, examining the gift and drinking wine and hot chocolate.

\"I had no idea,\" Vanja shook his head slowly. \"Well, the better for me then when I make you my bride,\" he said absentmindedly and stretched out his legs under the frock.

\"Your bride?\" Malakel was about to laugh when the thought he might be sincere struck, and he felt no urge to laugh at all. \"And how, exactly, are you supposed to do that?\" he asked anxiously, dreading the worst. It really could not be Vanja was about to go all vampire on him after the wonderful night they\'d just spent together. Malakel would be *awfully* disappointed if that happened! Oh yes, he would!

Of course, no one can go against their nature.

\"I would have to drink your blood,\" Vanja rubbed the little wrinkle that appeared on his nose. \"And you will drink mine, of course, and we will be together for all eternity. Find a nice church tower to settle down in maybe, or a dark cave near the ocean...\"

\"But didn\'t you say that witch blood was bitter?\" Malakel argued, still somewhat annoyed that this was happening, not quite scared yet.

\"I lied!\" Vanja gave another one of his blindingly, charming smiles.

\"How could you?!\" Malakel cried furious. \"I trusted you!\" he accused, awkwardly aware how his words resembled those of the female leads in romance novels.

\"Yes, yes,\" he threw up his hands in surrender. \"I wanted you, so I lied.\" he admitted. \"Now however, dawn is coming soon and I will have to take your life before the first rays of gold touches the snow, else you will surely kill me before I wake up next. Since you now know the truth.\" His gaze dared him to argue the accusation, which Malakel most surely would not.

\"My father will be mad!\"

\"Or thrilled you are forever alive!\"

\"I strongly doubt it!\"

\"I will take my chances...\" Vanja smiled. \"Think about it Malakel...Forever together, drinking blood and semen from each other\'s bodies, eternally,\" his voice had dropped to a husky whisper and his gaze locked with Malakel\'s, seductive and intimate. Malakel figured the offer had a nice ring to it, yet it didn\'t feel quite right. The snake-colored eyes were captivating though, and made the witch feel all dizzy and giddy. Without him knowing quite how it happened the vampire\'s lips were suddenly pressed to his neck. Vanja had curled up almost in his lap, licking eagerly at his skin.

\"Just wait,\" he whispered. \"We shall be such a wonderful couple of the night.\" he predicted and Malakel felt the sharp point of a fang against his own pounding vein.

\"I -I,\" Malakel stuttered. \" I--no! Don\'t do it, Vanja!\" he begged, but the vampire just added more pressure. Soon the thin surface would burst and his life would pour into the vampire\'s mouth.

Then suddenly the air went poof, and Vanja seemed to shrink beside him. Shrink and dissolve with a shrieking sound, almost like that of a bat! The air around him shimmered where his molecules ceased to be! It happened so fast, all Malakel could do was to watch while his lover transformed into air and nothingness before him. All his lovely, wonderful hair, the hard body and the bat\'s wrinkled nose, it all disappeared in thin air.

By the door stood Xinan. In his one hand was a red doll of clay, in his other was a needle, long and sharp.

\"I knew he couldn\'t be trusted!\" he said to the shocked and hurt little witch in the couch. Then he turned his back to him as if he meant to leave.

\"Xinan!\" Malakel stopped him. \"Thank you...\" he whispered hoarsely. His heart suddenly began racing, and his hands shook. It was as if his body just now realized how close to death he\'d been. \"Hold me,\" he begged the cat in a thin voice. Struggling to fight off the angry tears.

Xinan gave him a wicked glance over his shoulder. A wicked little smile curved his lips.

\"Come to bed then, \" he said.

\"A-all right!\" Malakel scrambled to his feet. His toe connected with something smooth and hard. The emerald ring rolled across the carpet. Malakel bent down and picked it up and slipped it into the pocket of his coat. It was a sad thing, he thought as he walked upstairs, that Vanja turned out to be like that. But then again, he smiled, he was lucky to have a cat like Xinan, and he would make sure to give him a Christmas to remember.

Outside the snow fell softly to the ground. Soundless and pure.


The End


Tbc in \"Valentine, Away!\"