The True Mate

Chapter Two

Disorientation didn’t even begin to describe how Minori felt as what ever it was that had burned him slipped through his veins with every heart beat. He felt as if he were being burned from the inside out but just as baffling, it began to fade to the point of lingering and his confusion only grew.

He could hear… voices, the water it was louder much too loud, a heart beat thudding, a voice so near, louder than it had been. He could feel, good Kami, he could feel someone’s suffering so intensely it rivaled his own and made him ache. And he could see… it was too bright in here!

He didn’t, what was happening to him?! Who was holding him, why did they hurt so much?! What was this?!

He whimpered, shifting but even moving felt different and another feeling began to take hold. “Cold… I’m cold…” He could feel the warmth emanating from the one holding him. His eyes slipped to the face of… of the stranger, the beautiful man looking upon him with such sadness.

“Cold,” he whimpered and latched on to him, desperately seeking warmth.

Holding him tightly to him, even shifting so that he could hold more of the boy, he started shaking himself... though not from cold. 'I didn't think... I could...' he thought bitterly. Because of the manner in which he was made, he and Victoria believed that he lacked the necessary energy and materials to create one of their kind. But they hadn't worried about it. He wasn't going to need a new companion... he had Victoria and she was never going to leave him. Yet, she did. And now he was staring at a new born of his own making. Two things he’d thought impossible, brought to life in unbearable reality.

"Don't be afraid." He said quietly and lowered his mouth to kiss Minori's brow. "My name... is Tristan... and... " he felt so strange saying these things to the Japanese boy, when he, himself was still a baby, "I'm going to take care of you."

Kindly he lifted Minori's face and pressed a soft kiss onto the chilled lips. 'Oh god... he needs to feed. He'll feed off of me. That's how Victoria and I did it the first few times.' It was a solid plan, but there was one problem: Tristan had very little blood to spare. As much as he hated to leave his new born, he knew he needed to find blood, and find it fast.

"I'm going downstairs, for just a moment." He said reaching into his pocket. Unrolling some gauze he bandaged Minori's neck, covering the small punctures that he'd just made on the boy. 'Please let his heal... unlike mine.' Then, with sudden resolve he darted toward the door, "Don't leave! I'll be right back!" He hollered and exited the room.

It didn't take him long to find a victim. There was a man, probably in his forties, who had just walked in and was looking for some pre-work entertainment. Interestingly enough, now charged with caring for precious little Minori, he didn't particularly care about the man. He didn't care if he had children, or was a decent person, or wrote poetry, or anything. The only thing that interested Tristan at the moment was the strong pulse he sensed inside the man.

Employing his thrall quickly he managed to entice the man upstairs. 'I won't kill him in front of my baby,' he thought, so he took him to a storage closet at the other end of the hall.

Quickly and efficiently, no emotional strings attached, other than the guilt at leaving Minori alone for so long. 'My first solo kill. And I'm not crying... I'm not whimpering... I'm becoming more and more like her everyday,' he semi-smiled at this revelation, then, shoving the completely drained body into the closet - there was no bloody mess, as he had been particularly attentive this time - he quickly made his way back to Minori's room, his body absolutely overflowing with life, and his cheeks etched in a raspberry blush. 'I'm coming, Minori, I'll satisfy you soon.'

Minori lay there upon the floor, feeling every seam in the grass matting beneath him… alone. He was alone, the stranger… Tristan had left him and taken his warmth away with him. He’d said something but it was so close, he’d felt the man wrapping his neck he’d barely paid attention in wondering what was covering him.

A thud from the next room over sounded and Minori started, gasping, his eyes darting to the wall. Other sounds from all over, the shatter of a cup or some such dish reached his ears and it frightened him. Such normal sounds so loud. His world had gone from routine to utter chaos and he was still so cold!

Weakly, he managed to roll over and by some force of will, crawled. He reached the corner, pulling his kimono tighter around his shivering body. His wide-eyes flitted at every sound and he begged silently for Tristan to come back. He didn’t want anyone else and he felt so alone without him, so alone without his soothing voice.

“T-tris-tristan… don’t…le-leave m-me.” He shivered.

He was close to the room, when a tingling sensation came over him. He wasn't unfamiliar with it, but he hadn't felt it for a while... since Victoria for that matter. He knew what it meant: Minori needed him, needed him right now.

Running the last dozen meters to their private room, he quickly pushed through the door and closed it behind him. Breathing in deep shallow gulps - though not from the sudden sprint - he dropped down to where the shivering body was huddled on the floor.

"I'm here, Minori. I'm here. I'll never leave you alone again." He cooed and clutched the shaking mass to his chest. Victoria had said very similar words when she'd first made him. He hoped, that unlike Victoria, he would be able to keep them.

"Here..." he said kindly and held out his wrist before Minori's lips, but seeing the still confused and concerned look on the young man's face, he decided to make this first feed even simpler. "You're fangs probably aren't really working yet, anyway," he said then drew his own wrist up to his mouth, easily willing his fangs to emerge. Quickly puncturing the pale flesh of his British wrist, he sucked at the blood, delighting in it's taste. It was double warm; still hot from its previous owner's body, and warmed once again, by Tristan's racing heart.

Holding a large portion of the flowing blood in his mouth, he leaned forward and kissed the one he made, feeding him in a sweet yet savage way. Pushing his tongue into Minori's mouth, he forced his baby to swallow. Then, he repeated this blood kiss, inwardly pleased to finally give Minori some real warmth.

A deep sense of duty settled onto him. With that feeling came a burning possessiveness and all he knew was that he never wanted to be apart from Minori again. "You're mine now." He said, lifting his mouth from Minori's lips, "And I am yours." His wrist had already stopped bleeding as his body healed itself. That was something that had always confused him; why his neck, the first injury he'd ever received as a vampire, had never healed, yet all other subsequent wounds faded just as quickly as they were gained.

Paying no more heed to this fact, Tristan decided it was time to teach Minori another way to feed -- a way that would allow him to control the amount on his own. Releasing Minori from his grasp for just a second, he ripped open his button down shirt, sending small plastic circles through the air, leaving and revealing his chest.

Holding the warming boy to him again, covering half of his chest in the act, he reached over and grabbed one of the small cups from the table. Smashing it hard onto the ground, he fished out a singularly sharp piece and sliced it directly above his left nipple. "Feed from me, my Minori." He said and gently guided the sweet pale face to his breast.

Relived to see Tristan again, Minori reached for him almost helplessly and almost wept to hear words of promise, a promise to never leave him alone again. Then Tristan held his wrist above his lips.

He wanted him to… he didn’t understand so he watched Tristan bite himself. His initial thought was to stop him from hurting himself, but Tristan was kissing him, forcing his tongue inside his mouth, allowing his warm blood in. In the beginning, he was repulsed, but as he tasted it, felt how warm it was in his mouth and as it began to course through him, felt the texture… he wanted more.

He looked into the man’s eyes as he spoke again and felt deeply comforted by his next phrases. Minori belonged to him; he’d never be alone again. He’d been alone all this time, ever since his mother had fallen ill and wasted away before his very eyes so many years ago. He’d even been alone here in The Dancing Fountains where he resided and worked.

Minori couldn’t take his eyes from Tristan’s beautiful eyes, not even for the time it took for the man to bare his chest. “Feed from me, my Minori,” Tristan said and Minori did, eager and hungry. He suckled and lapped all he could take, clinging to Tristan, his vocal chords uttering an “Mmm,” he tasted so delicious, unlike anything he’d ever tasted before.

His back arched as his 'companion' fed. It was the typical reaction, though he was rarely on the receiving end of it. Letting out a tiny growl of pleasure, he willed Minori to drink deeply. Eyes almost rolling back in his head, he gently explored the frail body while those soft lips and tongue drew life from him. His fingers danced around the Japanese boy's shoulders, pushing back the silken robes and exposing more of the skin that he now wanted to protect and claim as his own.

A sudden rush of blood made him stagger. He felt himself grow aroused, much more so than a simple feeding should permit. His breaths came fast and his hands moved to cradle Minori's head, lacing his fingers in the soft black hair. Gently he removed the slender ribbon that had restricted its glory.

"You're so beautiful. Every part of you." he said in a tight small voice as he watched the torrent of black hair fall softly about the new born's shoulders.

Arching even further, he couldn't stand it anymore. Gripping the pale shoulders he pulled away from Minori, quickly replacing his bleeding nipple with his eager lips. Slipping his tongue inside the boy's mouth, he shook with sudden need. 'Did Victoria feel like this when she made me? If her body had shaken so, she hid it well.' He thought and reached an arm around Minori, softly caressing his lower back. 'No, Victoria and I were never like this. Is it possible that Minori and I have an even stronger connection?'

It was with sudden bitterness and pain that he recalled that terrible conversation when his maker told him that he was not her first. He was an 'unplanned' and even though it hadn't bothered him at the time; their connection had suffered greatly as a result of this knowledge.

'Victoria... did you ever need me the way I need Minori?' He knew the answer. If she had felt the same way, then they would have made love. They never did. Their relationship wasn't like that at all, though Tristan would never describe it as being weak. It was perfect for what it was, just like his burning desire for Minori was perfect for what he intended to do. Forcing the boy gently to the floor, he positioned himself over the frail form.

A sudden fear gripped him. For all of his intimate encounters, his seduction to deaths, he had still never experienced the greatest intimacy. And staring at the flushed expression crossing Minori's alabaster skin, he was worried he wouldn't be pleasing, especially to someone who's body was used to pleasure. "Minori..." he whispered deeply, "... will you teach me how to make love to you?"

Minori could do naught but whimper in delight as he continued to nurse the hot red life juice from the one who’d come to claim him. Every new drop heated his body, every new stream entering his mouth and tricking down his throat brought him precious warm energy.

He felt Tristan’s fingers and hands in his hair, untying the ribbon, heard his lovely voice whispering words he’d never quite heard before in such a way. This too warmed him, made him feel more alive than he had since he was a little child. Was this love? He wondered. Surely not so soon, they’d just met, but this overwhelming feeling… so beautiful, so soft, so enchanting. What ever it may be or what ever Tristan wanted, he’d give it to him.

He was growing full and with that, almost too warm, a startling contrast to how utterly frozen he’d felt just moments before.

But Minori wasn’t just feeling the physical, he felt other things, things emanating from Tristan, mixed emotions confusing him, he didn’t understand them, didn’t know why he could feel this. Then Tristan lay him back upon the floor and asked a question he’d never thought he’d hear in his life. Men and women had asked to be taught before but they’d never used the word love and if they had they’d never meant it for him.

He smiled and lifted his hand to trace Tristan’s cheek. He was so handsome in a beautiful, soft, almost charming way. “Yes,” He replied staying still just a moment more, just a little longer so he could taken in the veritable god hovering above him.

Then he turned over and crawled to a small cabinet of drawers resting upon the floor. Quickly he found a small glass bottle of oil and returned, shedding his kimono. He placed the bottle in Tristan’s hand, closing his fingers around it gently and reached for his trousers.

His breath came fainter, his cheeks blushing, and he couldn’t quite look into Tristan’s intriguing cherry eyes. “Coat your fingers with the oil,”

He thought he would feel foolish asking his Minori for instruction in this area, but when he looked at the soft body, now coursing with stolen blood, he was glad that he hadn't allowed himself to continue. "I want to make you feel precious." He thought... or perhaps he had said it. Alone in this room with the young man that was now his and his alone, he stopped being self conscious about his whimsical emotions.

Keeping his eyes on Minori, he dipped his fingers into the small container. Lifting his hand and examining the thick and glistening substance that ran between his digits and even covered his palm, he was nervous and excited for Minori to tell him how to proceed. 'I wonder if he can sense that I'm a virgin.'

Leaning forward, he kissed the flower's chin and moved downward along his neck until his teeth carefully bit at, and removed the gauze. He wanted to see the wound he'd made. Letting out a slight gasp he looked upon that swanlike neck in complete disbelief.

'Where... where are they? Where are the marks?!' In a sudden panic he wondered if all of it had been a dream, if perhaps he'd killed the flower and become drunk off his blood and simply imagined the moment of Minori's waking into his new life, the moment he understood that he wouldn't be alone anymore.

Eagerly, he pressed his lips to Minori's mouth, seeking proof that the man before him was his precious new born. It was such a frightening notion; to have something so beautiful for a moment and then to fear that it would be taken away.

Lifting his lubricated hand to Minori's face he gently stoked his cheek. "You're real... you're mine." He whispered between kisses, as his body shook with the knowledge of their connection, the knowledge that Minori was indeed his... forever.

Minori’s hands paused upon the buttons of Tristan’s pants when he felt something different, almost as if the beautiful man were terrified. It frightened him, these swiftly up and down emotions he could feel that weren’t his own. He still wasn’t sure what had happened to him, what was truly going on and it wasn’t helping much when Tristan’s moods varied so quickly.

But Tristan kissed him and he was curiously soothed. He reciprocated the kiss before the man broke away to whisper to him, kiss, and whisper to him again, the man’s slick fingers painting his cheek.

Minori smiled once the pants were undone, he’d paused several times caught up in their sweet kisses, but now slid his hands up Tristan’s torso. “I am real,” he assured not knowing why Tristan wouldn’t think otherwise. “And I will be yours if you want me to be.” He whispered, leaning in to kiss him once more.

Easing away slowly, he let his eyes fall to Tristan’s lap. His breath caught within his throat, he was… a little larger than he’d expected even with the clothing outlining his bulge. Minori’s own member stirred to life once more and much more quickly than before. He wanted him, needed him inside of him.

Wetting his lips, Minori reached for the waist of Tristan’s trousers and began to tug. “These must go,”

After quickly forcing his pants down and away from him, he set to peeling his argyle knees socks from his body, all the while keeping his gaze locked on Minori's neck that had healed so perfectly. 'I'm so glad.' It was more than he could have asked, not only had he been able to create a companion, but he had done it properly, not like how he had been made.

Smiling, overcome with desire he whispered, "You really are mine." Sensing all of the poor man's confusion, he decided that he would put his fears aside and focus on merging their bodies.

Starting to understand the use of Minori's oil, he reached to the container again and grabbed a generous amount, remoistening his hand in the process. Breathing faster, he began rubbing the oil onto his erect member. Normally he would be too shy to show his naked and aroused body to anyone. It even made him blush when Victoria would notice his excitement after feedings. She had offered on more than one occasion to use her hands to help him release, but he always refused.

Now, kneeling before his life mate, drenching himself in oil, he was brazenly proud of his complete nakedness.

Minori afforded himself time to gaze at this new body before him, his breath quickening as his eyes traced every curve, every line. Tristan was lean, toned but in such an exquisitely delicate way. His body spoke of strength but also grace and gentleness. He wanted to touch him.

Seeing the tantalizingly hungry way the man slicked himself, made Minori lick his lips and reach out to touch him. His fingers lapped up a little of the oil from Tristan’s hand before it descended and he nudged the man’s legs apart with his other hand, gently. Then he lightly slipped his glossy fingers down to trace and rub the sac calling for his attention.

Because his dark eyes had seen such a raw sensual display, his penis ached more so now than ever with need, a need he didn’t need to guess was rivaling that of his partner’s. He could draw this interlude out; make them both crazy with wanton desire, but something told him not too.

He didn’t cease his menstruations upon Tristan’s balls, but moved closer, using his other free hand to tug Tristan’s away from himself. He swallowed as he straddled the blonde’s leg and guided his hand around behind him. Gently, he eased his very soon to be lover’s index finger inside his entrance, moaning softly, and showed him what to do.

“In a moment add another finger, then another.” He whispered.

So tight, so warm. Gently he eased his finger even further inside the flower. Gaining confidence he wiggled his digit, letting it explore Minori's inner walls. 'Had it been long enough?' He was sensing from the cooing and undulating man straddling his thigh, that it he was ready for the next finger, so Tristan pressed the middle finger upward, past the tight muscular ring that seemed eager and reluctant at the same time, a perfect tease.

"Minori...you're so warm inside." He sighed happily, glad that the new born chill of death had waned. Feeling the muscles contract and release around his fingers he allowed himself a grin. "You are a Master." Then he slid the third finger in, as gently as he could.

So much warmth, he found himself clinging to the frail body, his free arm wrapped completely around him. Pulling the man into an embrace while scissoring his three fingers deep within Minori's secret place, he panted heavily, turned on even more by the delightful soft and tremulous moans that issued from the flower's throat. "Your body is so responsive... I hope mine will be pleasing to it." He murmured and breathing in the scent of Minori's hair.

Panting, Minori nuzzled Tristan’s neck. His fingers felt so good. At first he’d had the impression of a virgin but now he wasn’t so sure, not with the way Tristan’s fingers moved within him, stretching him so perfectly, gently. No one had ever been this kind to him, this soft. Other’s had tried but their own needs had overcome them.

Tristan’s finger brushed over a place within him, a place that made his fingers and toes curl and his head fly back exposing his throat. He cried out as the intense sensation made his member throb painfully.

“Haaaa!” He cried out again as the fingers brushed over the sweet spot again. He was more than ready, he was trembling, sweating, panting.

Gently pushing Tristan back until he lay upon the floor, Minori then tugged his hand, whimpering as his fingers left his body. Then he moved up and reached between their bodies and guided himself down. At first it was uncomfortable but as his body adjusted to Tristan’s size he felt pleasantly full.

Minori reached for Tristan’s hands, having always wanted to do this, he laced his fingers with his and began a steady, easy rise and fall with a sharp, pleasured intake of breath.

Closing his eyes to better relish the sensation, he let the heat and pressure of his large member entering Minori’s cavity completely take him over. His belly twitched and his fingers, which were laced so lovingly with the flower’s fingers, gripped the warm flesh tightly.

“Minori.. ahhhh... you’re so beautiful,” his deep voice seemed higher all of a sudden as he choked on his moans. Not even opening his eyes, he was able to visualize Minori’s creased brow and look of total agonized ecstasy. Their connection was so powerful in that moment; he could even feel Minori’s heart beat, beating now with borrowed blood.

He gasped suddenly as his senses were overwhelmed. Not only could he sense his throbbing erection pushing through discomfort to claim his lover, he could also feel, as if he himself were Minori, the tender pain and glorious fulfillment that came from being penetrated so deeply.

“I feel you! I feel... everything!” He called out and shifted his hips ever so slightly, moving with Minori’s gentle pace. ‘I’m glad it is you. I’m glad my body chose you for me. I’m glad you will be mine forever.’ He let these thoughts form and wash away and leave him as those slender hips continued to rise and fall.

“Ngh.. Minori... I am yours... please... tell me that you want me.... that you’ll keep me...” His chest heaved, his fingernails almost cut into the fragile skin, his legs bent and his feet planted themselves on the soft matted floor. Bucking upwards slightly, he groaned as Minori‘s ass devoured him.

“Mmm…Naaa…uhhhh,” His throat sang out as he picked up the pace a little. Minori didn’t think he was going to last too much longer. So hard, so full, so… hot. He’d never felt sex this intense before. It was so vivid he could swear he almost felt a hint of something, almost like his own penis was being hugged but it wasn’t. In fact nothing was touching it. It was left to bounce and drip pre-cum.

“Uhh!” he gasped, feeling himself begin to coil. He heard Tristan’s voice, so full of pleasure and couldn’t believe the shiver that rippled up his spine.

“Yes…nggg… I will. Haaa,” Minori replied opening and casting his eyes upon the man he rode. The sight left him breathless after another sharp gasp and for a moment all he could do was sink upon his lover’s cock and stare in wonder then he felt Tristan’s hips thrust in a buck in to him and he tightened his rear muscles upon instinct and… screamed as he came.

He didn’t cease his ride though; he wouldn’t stop until Tristan had come to his completion. So he rode the waves of his beautiful orgasm out on his lover, his body lapping every drop of ecstasy it could.

A spray of warmth. He was rather familiar with warm liquids... but not this kind. His nostrils filled with the sent of musk, the scent of the true Minori. “Gorgeous,” he choked, and memorized that smell, taking delight in the fact that from this day forward, he would be the only one to breath it in.

Opening his eyes into small slits he gazed at the resolute face of his lover. He was spent and tired, Tristan could tell, and yet he rode him with such control and ease. On top of all this, Minori had said that he would keep him. Perhaps this thought more than the rocking and grinding of their bodies, brought him quickly to climax. “God! Oh God! Minori! Ahhhh.... yes... AHH!” He uttered the quick and breathy syllables as his body released deeply inside the young flower.

“Mi.. nori...” he panted and bucked again, squirting yet again, filling the receptive body beyond its holding point. Shiny trails squeezed out from around his still inserted member, leaking into the soft golden curls that covered his lower belly. “We’ve truly claimed each other..” he sighed and relaxed his hips.

Letting go of Minori’s hands he reached up and pulled the beautiful man downwards so that he could slip his tongue between those lips. At the same moment, his slick and spent member slid down and out of the tight rectum, followed by the escaping juices of their love making.

Holding him and kissing him, he marveled at how much clearer he felt Minori’s thoughts and emotions. ‘You enjoyed me being inside you. Let’s hope you never grow tired of that... let’s hope I’m enough for you. Because if ever lose you as my companion, I’ll walk into the sunrise and end it all.’

Panting, breathing in the scent of his lover, the scent of their love making, Minori relaxed, truly relaxed for the first time after in all this time of being in this profession. He wasn’t sure what Tristan’s words meant, didn’t honestly know if he could trust them, but for once he let himself believe, let him self feel loved.

Remembering, not only feeling their sweat kissed skin and the gooey substance between them and trickling from his rear, he slipped from atop his lover and touched his tongue to his warm flesh. Tasting himself wasn’t new to him, but tasting Tristan’s sweat mingling with his cum was. New, erotic, and delicious, it almost gave him a new erection as he licked his lover clean.

When he was finished, sure he’d not missed a drop; he curled up beside him and lay his head upon his shoulder. It was strange to him, he was still trembling and more so than before. “Mmm,” He whimpered unused to the completely sated, trembling feeling. He imagined he wanted to be held close if only for a little while. He imagined he wanted to fall to sleep in this man’s sinewy arms and feel protected and safe only to wake beside him and hear his voice laden with sleep.

“Stay with me?” He asked as sleep called to him.

‘Remember the devil...’ that’s what Victoria used to say. She said that, whenever you felt an emotion, the devil felt its opposite - because, as a Vampire and one forced to pay the blood price, the devil was connected to the undead as strongly as the undead were connected to their makers and created.

Remember the devil now; Tristan wondered if the red beast was in great pain, because all he could feel was pleasure, ultimate pleasure.


Rolling to his side, and pulling the sleepy flower into a tight embrace, the soft aquiline face nuzzled to his chest, he gently stroked the black hair. “Stay with you?” He smiled, “My little Minori... it’s my firm intention never to leave you.”

Kissing the dark brow of his lover, he realized something very strange. No matter how long he and Victoria would lay together, holding each other and enjoying each other’s company, they never suffered the sudden need to mate, and they’d never connected so thoroughly.

It was a sad, yet slightly comforting thought that maybe he wasn’t as dysfunctional as he’d always believed... maybe it was Victoria. For even though he was a poorly made Vampire, he had managed to create a companion and bond with him.

“You’re mine now... forever. Precious Minori. We’ll make the devil ache.” He cooed and wrapped a leg up over Minori’s hip. Smiling he felt that this was right. Everything that had happened had been preordained through nature.

Vampires, Victoria had once told him, were not meant to be alone. That’s when they went crazy. That’s why he was made. Born of loneliness, he felt it was that much more important for him to mate, to feel that connection, for his Vampire heart was weaker than most, and looking at the soft face of his lover, he believed fully that Minori had saved his life.

Minori smiled, letting the comfort to wash over him. He felt like a child being embraced by his mother after being told a happy bedtime tale and rocked to sleep. Thought that’s wasn’t what had happened, the security he felt in Tristan’s embrace was identical to such a wonderful feeling. Softly, he drifted away into the realm of sleep with one last nuzzle.