Pain and Pleasure
Part 2
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Part 2
Sajore woke up in the middle of the night, each breath bringing him Xir'ag's distinct scent. He opened his eyes and found that he and Xir'ag were still in one another's arms. He gently untangled himself, careful not to wake Xir’ag. He stared down at him for a moment. 'He looks so innocent there, sleeping like that.'
Xir’ag made a small sound when Sajore left the bed.
Sajore stopped on the floor and waited until he was sure that Xir’ag was still asleep. Then he gathered his clothes from the floor, got dressed and disappeared.
His own room felt so empty. He sat to the side of the bed and stared to the floor.
“What am I doing?” He buried his head to his hands. He was so lost. He didn't know what he wanted. A big part of him wanted to return to Xir’ag’s room right now, to his arms and never leave. But the other part was furious. He could not let anyone get so close to him. That was stupidity, especially in this culture, where no one could be trusted.
He noticed that he was getting hungry. His desire for the Drow had been so huge that he had forgotten to eat. He was also really tired, but suddenly the bloodlust got stronger. He gave into it and vanished once again.
Xir’ag woke up the next morning feeling lousy. He was hurting so badly he could barely move. And just to make things worse, Sajore was nowhere to be seen.
He rose from the bed very slowly. He couldn't sit, so he stood up and went to the washroom to wash himself. Afterward, he managed to dress awkwardly. His backside ached and every movement sent a flash of pain up to his spine. He also missed Sajore. ‘Why did he leave before I woke up? Was that it to him? Now that his desire had been filled, was it over? What else could I have thought? It was just sex.’ Depression settled as a heavy weight upon his shoulders. He just wanted to bury himself back into his bed, take some sleeping potion, and sleep all the pain and hurt away, but he couldn't. He had a meeting with the Matron Mother and that was not something he could cancel simply because he was hurt.
The walk to the audience room was painful. To his luck, they all stood around the Matron's chair, so he didn't have to sit. By now he was slowly cursing Sajore. ‘That selfish bastard, if he shows up again, I’m going to have a talk with him.’ But soon he was missing him again, listening to the Matron Mother talk about revenge, death, and chaos. He missed his kisses, his hugs, and most of all, his passionate touch. The meeting seemed to last forever. When it was finally over, Xir’ag was ready to fall to the floor. He avoided his sisters and started to walk as fast as he could to his rooms. He was back in his own hallways when a dark figure stepped into his way and pushed him against the wall.
Sajore kissed him roughly on the mouth and grabbed his ass, pulling him hard against his groin.
Xir’ag squeaked and pushed him away. “Stop it!”
Sajore backed up and stared at him out from under his furrowed brows.
Xir’ag looked uncomfortable, he could barely stand and Sajore had touched him somewhere he that he didn't want anyone to touch right now.
Sajore looked at him, tilting his head.
“Are you wounded? Has something happened? You don't look so good.”
Xir’ag winced. He looked up at the vampire, embarrassed.
“No, I’m not wounded... not actually.”
Sajore looked at him almost worried.
Xir’ag's eyes softened. “I didn't want to tell you last night, but you were a bit rough and now... I can barely walk.”
“You didn't want to tell me? I didn't want to hurt you. I’m sorry.” Sajore took a step back. He felt guilty. He had not felt this guilty, well, maybe ever.
“I did try to tell you, but... you... were already in, so...” Xir’ag whispered nervously, looking away.
Sajore felt really embarrassed. He liked pain, he liked hurting people, but somehow this Drow was different. He didn't want to see more pain in those big, red eyes.
What had this Drow done to him? He was sure that he was under some strange spell. He would never act like this on his own free will, caring for someone besides himself. He felt so unbelievable when looking at the Drow, his glowing red eyes, his gentle face.
Xir’ag lowered his eyes when Sajore continued to stare at him.
“Do you want me to carry you to your room?” Sajore asked quietly.
Xir’ag felt like laughing. 'That would be a sight.' “And if someone sees us?” He smiled softly.
“We will say you are wounded.”
“That my ass is wounded!?!”
Sajore didn't dare to look into Xir’ag’s eyes. He felt like a monster. He felt so bad, but he didn't know what to do. He felt a gentle hand on his shoulder. “Let's go.”
Xir’ag smiled at him and leaned on his arm, walking slowly. By the time they finally made it to his room, he was in agony. He fell onto the bed, face first. He closed his eyes and moaned softly.
Sajore looked around nervously, but finally sat down next to him.
Xir’ag reached out and touched his arm. “Please don't go, stay with me.” He looked up into his orange eyes.
Sajore stared back, he couldn't say no, not to him, not when he was looking at him like that. He lay down next to him on the bed and put his arms around him.
Xir’ag fell asleep quickly. He was tired and his pain was too much for him to take while he was awake.
Sajore lay there beside him, holding him in his arms, listening to his soft breathing. The same questions he had asked himself dozens of times during the day started running in his mind again. Only this time the answers were much clearer. Having Xir’ag in his arms made all the difference. He couldn't even think of leaving. Right now it didn't seem to matter if he was under a spell, he felt happy, happier than he'd ever been.
He felt guilty for feeling so good, so calm. He had caused so much suffering. Why should he ever be happy? He didn't deserve it. In fact, it couldn’t be true. He had lived over 3000 years without happiness, how could he finally find it like this? It was not possible, this was a dream? Something bad would soon happen to pull him back into cruel reality again, he was sure of it. He was a monster. How could he ever make this man in his arms happy? This could only end in misery. He was not capable of loving anyone. His heart was not beating, how could he possibly fall in love? He felt something wet begin to slide down his cheeks. He reached one shaky hand up to wipe away the moisture and suddenly realized what was happening. He jumped up from the bed, shock etching his features.
Xir’ag woke at the sudden movement and looked up at Sajore. His eyes found Sajore's face and his eyes full of tears.
“What's happening to me?” Sajore's voice held an undertone of fear. He hid his face in his hands.
Xir’ag got up from the bed and touched Sajore's hands, moving them aside. The vampire's eyes held fear as Xir’ag stared deeply into them. Xir’ag moved closer to him, wincing slightly in pain. He took Sajore into his arms and began to kiss the tears from his face.
Sajore felt like fainting, his head was spinning. 'What's happening?' This feeling was far too overwhelming. He smelled Xir’ag’s hair, his body so close. He hugged him tightly against his body and kissed him passionately. He had never felt this good, not in his entire existence.
Xir’ag moaned, but clearly not from pleasure.
Sajore froze. For a moment neither of them dared to move. They stared into each other eyes. “You will have to teach me. I can't... I have never...”
Xir’ag looked at him curiously. “What do you mean? I’m less experienced at this than you are.”
“But you know how to be gentle. I have never felt... I have never felt... like this.”
Xir’ag’s heart started to beat faster. 'What was he saying? He was confessing his pure feelings to him, a vampire, someone who was not even suppose to have a soul.' Secretly he had hoped that something like this would happen, but he never dared to really hope for it.
There was no love in the Drow community. There wasn't even a word to describe it in their language. But that was what he was secretly hoped to find someday. And when he met Sajore, only two nights ago, he had found it. He didn't need a word for it. The feeling was enough, this bottomless happiness.
Xir’ag took Sajore’s arm and put it around him. He slowly lowered himself back onto the bed, pulling Sajore on top of him.
Sajore leaned on his elbows, looking into the Drow's eyes.
Xir’ag only smiled at him.
They kissed, a soft, long kiss, so full of emotion that Sajore’s eyes started to fill with tears again. They both felt befuddled and a bit embarrassed. Neither of them had ever shown feelings like this to anyone else. Sajore slowly lifted his eyes to search for the Drow's and met his nervous look. He didn't have words to tell Xir'ag just how he felt, so he settled on simply staring at him.
Xir’ag looked back, thoughts running inside his head far too fast for him to grasp any of them. He felt lightheaded and suddenly had the uncontrollable urge to smile. He tried to hide his smile with his hand, but the vampire pushed the hand quickly away.
Sajore stared down at the Drow, at the blissful looking smile on his face. He couldn't smile back. The Drow's smile was too much to handle in and of itself. He grabbed a handful of Xir'ag's white hair and lifted his head up from the pillows. He kissed him softly, gradually becoming more demanding until his kiss was almost roughly.
Xir’ag didn't back down an inch.
Sajore let his hands move down along the Drow's gentle body until he flinched under his touch. The vampire pushed his head away and buried it under Xir’ag’s armpit. He heard a little giggle and then felt the Drow's arms wrapping around him, holding him gently. He didn't want to move anymore. They fell asleep, holding each other tightly.
Xir’ag woke. He lay under his lover, but he was so heavy, and he didn't breathe. It felt like a corpse was lying on top of him, except he smelt like Sajore and sometimes he moved and let out soft sighs. Xir’ag’s arms were getting numb from the heavy weight. He had to move.
Sajore opened his eyes immediately. He looked at him surprised, but slowly a look of recognition came to his face and he smiled nervously. He looked so strange. Suddenly his eyes went wide. “Oh crap. I was supposed to go to a business for the priestesses, getting some items from the third house.” He jumped up, ready to leave, when he looked back.
Xir’ag was lying on the bed on his side, watching him, his eyes full of sorrow.
Sajore returned to the bed, knelt down and gave him a long, passionate kiss. “I will be back tonight. Will you be here?”
Xir’ag nodded and let go of him reluctantly.
The vampire turned into mist in front of him.
Xir’ag rolled onto his back, staring to the ceiling. He smiled and hugged himself, smelling the vampire's scent everywhere. The night would come fast enough and tonight they wouldn't need to rest, they had slept enough. He rose from the bed. He noticed that he was still sore, but the long sleep had helped and he felt better. But he planned to do more about it. If they were to continue he would need to be prepared.
He walked to his other room, grasping the walls. He went to his shelves where all his potions were and studied them, thinking what he would need. He started a fire in the fireplace. He selected some bottles and mixed the liquids together in a bowl. He gathered some herbs from several little pouches. These he mixed with the liquids, then divided it and poured half into a small jar. This he slipped into his pocket. He poured the other half into a pot and hung it over the fireplace.
When the potion was boiling, he took it down and poured it into a second little jar. To this he added some powder from another small bottle. It made a hissing sound and started to smell like burning wood. All was ready.
He went to the bathroom and cleaned himself, applying the second potion to his lower body, especially to his anus, which still hurt badly. He felt a slight tickling as the potion started to take effect. Soon he felt much better and almost all of the soreness was gone. He dried himself, dressed in his wizard's robes, and walked back to his bedroom.
He sat at his table and started to write letters.
The day passed so slowly. Sajore could only think of Xir’ag. He collected a small box from the third house and gave it to one of the priestesses. The woman tried to flirt with him again. She never gave up, no matter what he said. Today he was not in the mood for it at all, so he rudely walked out in the middle of her sentence, leaving the priestess hissing with anger.
He didn't care. He hurried to his room, where he washed himself and changed his clothes. He had thought about waiting until nightfall to return to Xir’ag, but suddenly that felt like far too long. Soon he was standing behind the wizard, inside his rooms.
Sajore stood there, quietly, watching at his back. He walked closer to him and held out his hand to touch him.
That's when Xir’ag attacked. He jumped up from his chair, spun around, and rushed to hug Sajore. He jumped on him and wrapped his legs around Sajore's waist and began kissing him wildly.
Sajore was so surprised that he almost fell to the floor.
Xir’ag stopped for a moment to jump back down to the floor. He started to push him closer to the bed. He dropped Sajore’s jacket on the floor and pulled his own robe over his head.
Sajore stared at him. He had nothing under it.
The Drow pushed him to the bed and jumped on him. Sitting on him, he began removing his pants. The look on his face was so funny, confused and amused, that Xir’ag started to laugh. “Hello.” He smiled widely. He didn't remember ever smiling so widely in his whole life.
Sajore just stared at him, he could not speak. He tried to lift himself up but Xir’ag pushed him back down on the bed. “What? How? You seem to be ok now.” Sajore blinked.
Xir’ag laughed and kissed his hair. “Yes, I had time to make some potions today.” He pulled a little jar from the sheets and placed it on Sajore's chest.
“What is this?” Sajore took the jar in his hand.
Xir’ag winked at him. “You’ll see.” By now he had gotten the laces of his pants open and pulled them off.
“You sure you haven't been drinking your potions?” Sajore laughed.
Xir’ag laughed back, starting to kiss his chest. Sajore felt a tingle of pleasure creeping up his back. he sighed and lifted Xir’ag’s head.
The Drow looked at his eyes smiling gently.
Sajore got up to his elbows and kissed him.
Xir’ag moved his hands along his loin, thigh, and finally between his legs.
Sajore lifted his hand and pulled him closer, capturing his butt in his hands.
Xir'ag didn't show any signs of discomfort, he simply began to kiss Sajore more roughly.
Sajore noticed the same feeling creeping into him as last time. He had hard time controlling his fangs when Xir’ag’s tongue pushed into his mouth and met his own. He pushed Xir’ag away and rose into a sitting position on the bed.
Xir’ag looked at him, a mixture of surprise and disappointment in his eyes. “What's wrong?” He stroked his chest and arms. The vampire felt so tense, his muscles were hard and he was looked so nervous.
Sajore wanted to say that he was scared, that this was too strange. Last time they had just done what they felt like, but now there was so much more emotion in it, and he was afraid he would hurt Xir’ag again. He got closer to the Drow and kissed him softly on his mouth. Then he once again backed away.
Xir’ag was confused. The vampire wouldn't say a word, but was still nervous as ever. He still saw that he wanted him, his cock was hard, and his breathing was fast. Xir’ag climbed onto his lap, kissing his neck, face and ears, slowly moving down his chest and stomach. At the same time he ground himself against the vampire’s hard organ. He pushed Sajore back to the sheets, and he didn't do anything to stop him. Xir’ag found his organ and kissed the head, slowly sliding it into his mouth.
Sajore sighed deeply, gripping Xir’ag’s hair in his fisted hands.
The Drow moved his tongue around and sucked, slowly letting his length slip from his mouth. He drew back and slid his tongue along it, not missing a single part of it. He released it again only to plunge back down it again. The sensation was strange. He had never done this before, so he couldn’t tell what would feel good and what wouldn't. He just followed the sounds that Sajore made and acted on his instincts.
Sajore moaned and his head rose from the bed.
Xir’ag looked up and Sajore pulled him closer. He climbed back up and kissed him on his mouth.
This time Sajore didn't stop. He kissed him back with mounting desire, grabbing Xir’ag’s arms and rolling them both over so that he was suddenly on top.
Xir’ag smiled at him, his eyes half open. He looked so delicious that Sajore had a hard time keeping his own body in control. He kissed Xir’ag’s neck and throat, caressing his ears and hair. Xir’ag's fingertips brushed his back so softly that it sent shivers through his body. The vampire moved lower, across his chest, kissing, stopping to suck his nipples for a moment, to his stomach, feeling the compact, slender muscles of his body.
Xir’ag breathed heavily under him, moving his legs apart as Sajore moved further down.
Sajore ran his hands along Xir'ag's open thighs and between them, admiring the velvety skin. He caressed every inch of his skin, his lips touching everywhere. He tasted his throbbing organ and Xir’ag moaned. He moved his hands between his legs, finding the spot that he had so badly hurt last time. Xir’ag didn't flinch under him, so he slowly touched the soft skin. He lifted his head to look into his eyes.
Xir’ag looked back, knowing what he was thinking and nodded. “It's ok, it's cured.” His voice was choked with pleasure, his eyes glowed deep red. He pointed to the little jar on the bed.
Sajore lifted it up once again. He opened the cap and spilled some transparent fluid from there onto his hand. The stuff was slippery and smelled good, like pine trees. He rubbed his fingers together to apply the fluid to his whole hand. Then he slowly touched Xir’ag again, moving his finger over his skin. He grabbed his organ and pumped his hand up and down it slowly.
Xir’ag moaned.
He loved to look at his face when the flames of pleasure hit him. He moved his hand lower between his legs and caressed him, pouring some of the liquid onto the skin with his other hand and rubbed it gently. The skin loosened until he could dip one of his fingers to the opening.
Xir’ag moaned again.
He froze and looked up to his face. His eyes were closed and he breathed heavily. He pulled his finger away quickly.
“No, put it back,” Xir’ag breathed out harshly.
Sajore slide the finger back in. At the same time he slowly started rubbing Xir’ag everywhere with his other hand.
Xir’ag's hands and legs quivered.
Sajore kissed his thigh and his lower stomach and slid his tongue along his organ. He kept his other hand still until he finally began to slowly slide another finger in.
Xir'ag's breathing got heavier and his muscles in his legs tightened, the opening tightened around Sajore's fingers.
Sajore stopped until the muscles loosened again and began to thrust his fingers in and out. He continued kissing and caressing, while moving his two fingers slowly inside of him.
Xir’ag groaned softly at his every movement.
He watched his every expression carefully to be certain that he was not hurting him. When he tried to add the third finger, Xir’ag’s eyes opened and he stopped.
He looked straight to his eyes. “Don't stop.”
Sajore looked at him surprised, as a little smile flit on Xir’ag’s face. He slid the third finger in watching Xir’ag’s eyes. He rose higher up his body, keeping his one hand between his legs. He kissed him all over his body, sliding his other hand to his neck and face, stopping at his lips.
Xir’ag took his finger into his mouth and moaned softly when Sajore moved his fingers inside him. He licked his finger in his mouth, tasting the potions pine tree flavor.
As Sajore moved up, Xir’ag fingers brushed over his back again, ever so lightly, sending the chills to his body once again. Sajore moved the hand he had been caressing Xir’ag’s face with and slowly moved it under his butt, lifting him up and propping him up, pushing the sheets under him. He was careful not to move his other hand inside of him.
Xir’ag breathed heavily. He felt the fingers inside, the pressure of them. It didn't hurt. He was thankful for the potion, it actually felt good this time.
Sajore landed on top of him, kissing him deeply. He lifted his legs from the bed and pulled him to straddle his lap.
Xir'ag could feel Sajore's erection pressing against him.
Sajore’s eyes were glowing almost yellow, like fire.
Xir’ag nodded to the unasked question and Sajore kissed him again, carefully moving his fingers wider inside him, Xir’ag’s breathing got even faster.
Sajore was so heated that he almost plunged into him, in the last moment he slowed and placed the tip of his organ at his entrance, which was now oily and took him in better. He moved his fingers away and slowly slid the tip of his organ in before looking at Xir’ag again.
The Drow was gasping for his breath, keeping his eyes half open, staring at his lovers eyes.
Sajore pulled a little more and Xir’ag groaned, but at the same time he moved his own legs so that Sajore moved closer to him, he was almost all the way inside. His own pleasure was taking hold of him again. He pulled out a little and then plunged back in.
Xir’ag squeezed his eyes closed, but opened them right away again. He wanted to see him.
Sajore slid in a little more and soon he was all the way in, as close to Xir’ag as he could be, pressing against him.
Xir’ag gasped, still staring at his eyes.
Sajore kissed his chest and arms and slowly started to move, grapping Xir'ag's organ in his other hand. He slowly moved his hand, sliding it up and down Xir'ag's throbbing organ in the same rhythm he was thrusting into him with.
Xir’ag clamped his legs tighter around him with every movement, moving himself up and against the vampire’s hard organ. His mouth opened to a deep moan of pleasure.
Sajore felt how the flames inside him started to gather into his lover body, every muscle trembling with pleasure. He’s breathing got harder and he quickened his pace.
Xir’ag didn't let go of his lovers face, he watched as Sajore’s eyes turned bright yellow and flamed up, how his fangs got longer and sharper as he started to come closer to his orgasm. He felt how his own body was shivering, his whole body on fire, deep flashes of pleasure rushing through him. Sajore’s hand moved and Xir’ag gasped, his lower body moving to the beat of his lover’s. Then he came, he felt like he was going to explode. He closed his eyes and cried out as his fluids came rushing out over Sajore’s hand.
Almost as soon as Xir'ag came Sajore groaned, pushing hard inside of him, clasping his waist with his hands. His head fell back and he moaned as he came.
Neither of them moved. They stayed still, collecting every last bit of the pleasure, breathing heavily.
Slowly Sajore lifted his head again and looked into Xir'ag's eyes. He’s eyes had returned to their normal orange and his fangs were once more hidden. He pulled himself out from inside Xir’ag and climbed up his body. He kissed him on his mouth gently, keeping his eyes open.
Xir’ag hugged Sajore hard, pulling him as close to him as he could.
Sajore lowered himself a bit and put his head to Xir’ag stomach, resting his chin on it. He continued to stare into his eyes, smiling softly.
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'He was behind me, I felt his hot breath while he kissed my neck and bit my ear tip. He was so close, I felt his body against mine, hot and desiring. He whispered in my ear, but I couldn't make out the words... Am I dreaming?'
Xir’ag awoke. He wasn't dreaming. He was behind him, caressing him. His own breath was labored with desire. He turned his head so that Sajore could kiss him.
“You finally woke up.” The vampire laughed into his ear.
Xir’ag was still half asleep and couldn’t answer him. He felt Sajore’s hot hand slide between his thighs, he had found the potion again. He smelled the pine tree. He moaned with pleasure as Sajore kept touching him. He tried to reach him, but Sajore put his hand down.
“Just enjoy,” the vampire whispered and again put his hand between his legs, slowly sliding the fingers deeper.
Xir’ag gasped for breath. His body twisted closer to Sajore’s. A soft moan left his lips.
Sajore kissed his neck, pulling the hair away.
He felt how his erection touched his butt. He moved closer, inviting him in.
Sajore moved, slowly, carefully, gently.
Xir’ag kept his eyes closed, imagining Sajore's face, his body, he felt how he moved into him, he quivered under his touch, feeling the fullness as he entered him.
Sajore moved deeper, Xir'ag's face twisted with pain and pleasure. He started to move inside him, placing his hand on his face, memorizing every part of it. Xir’ag turned his head and Sajore kissed him passionately, sliding his tongue to his mouth and opening him up.
He moaned into his mouth. Every cell in his body was screaming with pleasure.
Sajore held his hand down and touched his stomach, pulling him closer, lifting his upper leg up and moved deeper into him. The vampire touched his organ, Xir’ag wailed as the pleasure became too much for him to be quiet. He pushed his head to the nape of Sajore's neck, his snow-white hair mixing with Sajore's night black hair.
He felt the pressure in his loins and lower stomach growing, he started to breathe faster, faster, faster, he screamed, he buried his head to the sheets to suffocate the scream, but couldn't help it, he almost cried from the strength of the orgasm.
Sajore moved harder, keeping the feeling up, suddenly the vampire grabbed him, pulling him against his groin violently, crying out into his ear. He hugged him to his chest, his ragged breath hot against Xir'ag's ear.
Xir’ag waited for his breath to calm and then slowly turned around to face Sajore.
He looked into his eyes, smiling his wicked grin.
Xir’ag started to laugh and kissed him.