Pain and Pleasure

Chapter 20

Spring had arrived.

It could be smelled in the air and felt when outside. The sun was up for longer each day and nature was coming back to life. It was getting warmer. The snow had almost completely melted and little rivers of water ran everywhere, waking up the grass and flowers.

It thrilled Xir’ag to see everything start to bloom and come back to life; it was like a small miracle. He spent hours each night in his little herb garden.

Sajore was getting restless. He was taking longer trips during the nights to find prey in the forests and fed more than usual. His strength had been slowly returning and he was able to stay awake during the sunny hours, of course always remaining in the shadows. Xir’ag was glad of this as he no longer had to go to sleep unsatisfied.

Sajore was gazing to the far horizon with thoughtful eyes so often that one night Xir’ag decided to bring it up. “Would you like us to travel somewhere?” he asked bluntly as they strolled around the same cliff they had visited their first night on the surface.

Sajore looked at him with surprise and then laughed softly, “Can you read my mind?”

“It doesn’t take that much. I can see how restless you are.” The drow smiled back

Sajore fell silent for a moment and then looked out across the vast open space, his black hair swirling around his face. “Yes. I want you to see the ocean.”

Xir’ag felt a thrill fill him and butterflies began to squirm in his stomach. A wide smile spread across his face and he raised his hands to brush Sajore’s hair off from his face. “I would love that.” He fell serious again, his thumb brushing the vampire’s cheek softly. “And we would also have the opportunity to search for a surface wizard to teach me how to control my powers. You’ve seen how I’m loosing them.” He studied the burn marks on his palms and Sajore took his hand into his, caressing the burned skin carefully.

“You’re right, this is a serious problem and it’s not going to go away on its own.” He looked deeply into Xir’ag’s eyes “We’ll go to the village to ask for advice tomorrow night.” He swept Xir’ag up and grinning, ran up the hill with him. “But right now I want to see if the moss in the backyard is soft and warm enough for your back or if you still have to kneel down.”

Xir’ag laughed and kissed his cheek

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In a matter of days everything was settled with the villagers and they were set to go in a week’s time. Mercury was sad to see them go, but was sure that the village would be fine. They never had any big problems during summer when the travel routes to other villages were open and the nights were light.

Andrei helped them with their cabin, slowly revealing that he would love to watch over it, staying at their farm while the men were gone. They agreed happily, they both trusted Andrei and were happy that their things would not be left without care for the whole summer.

Xir’ag was packing his clothes inside the cabin one early night when he heard Sajore’s laugh from the yard, then followed up by some strange noises and a familiar squeal. His eyes flew open and he ran outside to greet Shaya, who was already running to him with cheeks red from feeding, her short red dress swirling around her lean thighs. Yvain was walking after her across the yard, greeting Sajore with his usual quiet manner. Sajore was smiling happily at his sister as Shaya ran back to him after hugging and kissing Xir’ag quickly.

“Why are you here again?” the older vampire asked as Yvain stopped next to them.

“We’re coming with you!” Shaya squealed and hung herself around Sajore’s neck. The men glanced at each other with surprise.

“How did you know we were leaving?” Xir’ag asked, walking closer to them. Sajore lifted his hand to Xir'ag's shoulder.

Shaya smiled at him. “We are writing the villagers, exchanging news. They sent us a note as soon as you had told them you were going. We were just waiting around and since we had nothing better to do…” She beamed up at them, starting to jump around as Sajore laughed softly.

“Well, that’s fine with me. I’m nervous about travelling by ourselves, it will help to have you around, much safer to go with a group.”

Xir’ag smiled at them and finally Yvain answered with a smile of his own.

“You better help us with packing now that you’re here,” Sajore announced, walking back into the cabin, “and carrying the stuff.” Soon everyone followed him. They were ready to leave as soon as the sun went down the next night.

Xir’ag spent a few sunny hours outside with Andrei and Yvain, getting Andrei’s few belongings from the village and seeing everyone who still had some business with them. They didn’t have many friends in the village, even when they had spent a whole year there, but a few humans already felt like close friends and Xir’ag knew he was going to miss them.

The apothecary gave Xir’ag some herbs for free as the drow went to say goodbye to him and to his surprise, a lot of people of the village were eager to come to set them off at sunset. He told them to come early to the cabin and hurried back with Yvain to get a few hours of sleep before the long journey would begin.

Sajore was slightly shocked when upon waking up he found the whole yard full of people.

Xir’ag quickly explained what had happened and they went to say their goodbyes to the town folks. Yvain and Shaya were sleeping late and Sajore, who was getting very edgy, had to go wake them up. The men wanted to leave early because the spring nights were getting short, they wanted to get as far as they could during the first night. They knew the neighbourhood here so there was little new to see. They couldn’t wait to get further away to the strange lands.

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They had only travelled for a few weeks when they reached the first little town.

On the other hand, it would have taken half the time, if they had not avoided the small elven village close to their human village. They could all imagine what the surface elves would think of their group with two vampires, a drow and a fire spirit.

Yvain was rather disappointed; he would have wanted to meet the elves and would have probably got along well with them. That was, if he would have been alone. Xir’ag was disappointed too, but he knew he would never be welcome in elven villages so he knew he had to stay away, but still, he felt it was unfair, he had never done anything to the surface elves to make them hate him, but he was a drow and the reputation of drow was enough to keep them out of the way of surface elves.

The reason why they had aimed to come to this particular human town was because it was a trade town with a lot of visitors, which made the inhabitants accept their strange group better than it would have been somewhere else. The town was also next to a huge lake which was connected to the ocean through a big river. They had decided to travel the rest of their way on a ship, if anyone would accept them as passengers. And this just might be the town where they would be accepted.

Sajore could faintly remember that he had passed through this town, but that was some hundred years ago so no human could remember him. And if he remembered correctly, he had not caused any trouble here at his first visit so everything should be fine.

But just in case, after hearing about Sajore’s visit in the town, Shaya decided that he should hide from the big central market and bigger streets and stay close to the riverbank, at the harbour with Yvain. Yvain was too noticeable with his big wings and happily stayed behind as Shaya asked Xir’ag if the drow would like to come and buy food with her. The reason for this was mainly because Shaya didn’t know what food she should buy and because nobody seemed to pay much attention to the small drow when his cloak was pulled over his head and his dark skin was hidden in the shadows of the night. Just in case he was also wearing leather gloves, though they were too hot in the summer heat, but it was best to take as few risks as possible.

While Shaya and Xir’ag were going to get the food, the two others had promised to try to find a ship that would take passengers the next night. It wouldn’t be easy and they were all prepared to stay in the town for at least a week before they could find a ship. In the end, if they succeeded, it would be worth the time spent. By foot it would take at least a month to reach the ocean.

When Xir’ag and Shaya started to prepare to leave them, Sajore sat on the dock, pouting slightly. He didn’t want Xir’ag to go with Shaya alone, even when he knew that his sister could easily take care of any problem that might arise in a small human town. Xir’ag calmed him down by giving him a gentle kiss and a hug.

They were leaving all their belongings to Sajore and Yvain so they wouldn’t attract too much attention from possible thieves. Every town had thieves.

Sajore hugged Xir’ag back, not letting him go for a long while but holding him close and finally growling, “I want to go with you.”

“We’ll be back in a moment. And you need to find us a ship.” Xir’ag pushed him further away, smiling calmingly. Sajore crossed his arms over his chest and frowned, but seemed to have calmed down enough when Xir’ag was dragged away by Shaya. The vampire girl gave the men the last advices as they were already walking away, “Act cool and slightly drunken and people will pay no attention to you strolling around. You will seem harmless and can ask around without anyone really noticing you. Yvain is so big that nobody will dare to attack you, but-“ Shaya pointed at her brother, “you may cause problems if you get to talk to anyone, so let Yvain take care of talking.” She shook her finger at Sajore and the vampire pouted.

“So, just stroll around on the peer and ask for a ship while we are gone. We’ll get back soon and can settle the details of the trip then.”

“Why can’t I come with you? I won’t cause any trouble,” Sajore tried the last time and made Xir’ag giggle.

“You need to keep Yvain company,” Shaya answered.

“You know he doesn’t want my company,” Sajore yelled back, they were far away already, walking backwards so they could continue shouting to each other. “That’s just more reason for you two to get to know each other better, brother.” Shaya grinned wickedly and finally turned around, leaving the two men to glare at each other as she ran away with Xir’ag, who waved his hand and then turned too, racing after Shaya.

The vampire waved back until Xir’ag was out of sight, then hunched his shoulders and turned to face Yvain with a grim expression.

They strolled to the peer where the bigger ships were. Yvain ignored Sajore completely, yelling to the sailors on ship decks and asking about their departure time and if they were taking passengers. Sajore listened to the short conversations, trying to look as uninterested as possible.

Actually Sajore was looking at Yvain and not really hearing what he was saying to the sailors. Yvain was always so sad looking. Sajore wondered what had happened in his past to make him look so melancholic.

Or maybe it was just his face.

Maybe it was stuck like that because the man didn’t know how to have fun. Sajore reeled in front of the big fire spirit and grinned up at him just as Yvain turned away from another ship that had refused to take passengers.

“You know, Yvain, you could give us a little privacy tonight and take my sister somewhere away, maybe you could have some fun too,” Sajore whispered, grinning.

Yvain looked down at him. “Why would I do that?”

“If you don’t want to spend the whole day listening to me and Xir’ag having loud sex, you will. And I’m sure my sister would appreciate some private time too, that is, somewhere else than where we are with Xir’ag,” he stopped talking and waited for a reply but Yvain just stared back at him. He sighed. “Come ooon! We’re going to be on that tiny ship for maybe weeks without any real privacy and I want to spend one passion-filled night alone with my precious lover and his tight ass.” Sajore smirked, winking at him.

Yvain turned away.

“Hey, don’t ignore me, giant man!”

“Giant man?” Yvain’s eyebrow lifted. Sajore smiled up at him “Finally some movement on your face. You always look like someone put a cockroach in your porridge.”

Yvain blinked. “Thanks,” he said and turned away again. He was not going to let Sajore’s teasing get to him, he had nerves of steel. He had learned to control them with Sajore’s little sister, who, to his growing horror, had always been exactly like her brother, as he had found out after meeting Sajore. They were like mischievous, evil twins.

Sajore walked past him, swaying on the peer like a drunken sailor.

Yvain sighed and started walking closer to the next ship. “Why are you hanging with me? I’ll take care of the questions, you can go wherever you want,” he said slowly. He knew Sajore never did as his sister said, so why was he still here with him?

“I enjoy your company.” Sajore smiled pleasantly up at him.

Yvain turned away. “I don’t enjoy yours,” the fire spirit remarked, walking down the peer towards the beach. They could ask more questions later, he was tired of talking already and maybe he could loose the vampire somewhere if he got him bored enough.

Sajore ran after him. “Aww, come on man. We should be friends, you’re my sister’s soulmate and all that shit.”

“Why should we be friends? I don’t really like you,” Yvain pointed out, trying to ignore the fuming vampire in front of him.

“You big meanie!” Sajore squealed with a voice that was more like Shaya’s than his own low voice.

Yvain stared at him as Sajore started to laugh. Then the fire spirit sighed with defeat. “Will you leave me alone if I promise to take Shaya away for the day so you can get your private time with Xir’ag?”

Sajore reached up and pulled the fire spirits red hair with his fingers with a mischievous grin plastered on his face.

Yvain stared down at him.

Sajore dropped his hand and winked “It’s a deal.” He turned and walked to the beach, sitting down on the sand, kicking off his boots and sank his feet to the cold water.

Yvain walked away to ask another sailor about the ship.

When Shaya and Xir’ag came back with loafs of bread, a bottle of mead and a drunken sailor, Yvain was waiting for them at the peer alone. Shaya ran to him, jumping up to his lap and asking about the ship.

Yvain smiled slightly at her. “We have a ship. It’s leaving tomorrow night.”

Shaya squealed with excitement and Xir’ag smiled at Yvain as he walked to them. “Where‘s Sajore?”

Yvain pointed to the beach and the drow left them right away to find his lover, dragging the drunken sailor after him. The man didn’t seem to understand anything, but followed the drow because he had the bottle of mead.

Shaya let out a disappointed sound and ran after him. “Our dinner!”

The sailor was ready to fall asleep when they found Sajore sitting nearby. He was staring thoughtfully into the murky, low water as Xir’ag walked up to him. He jumped up when he noticed the sailor. Giving a quick kiss to Xir’ag he sank his fangs into the human man’s throat without asking if the man was for him.

He was hungry and cranky. He would never admit it aloud to Yvain, but he was disappointed that they couldn’t be friends. Shaya had made him respect her husband and he knew they could become very good friends if Yvain allowed it, and he wasn’t used to people not liking him. He wanted more friends. The only friends he had ever really had were Shaya and Xir’ag.

But it didn’t seem possible to be friends with the way things were now with the fire spirit. Yvain had something against him and he didn’t seem to be able to change his opinion.

Sajore admitted that his words towards the tall man could be considered somewhat rude from time to time and he liked to tease him, but he just felt comfortable being himself around Yvain and didn’t bother to sensor his sometimes very crude tongue. Afterall, it didn’t seem to bother Xir’ag.

He came back from his deep thoughts as Shaya shoved him, stopping his hurried feeding and claiming the half dead sailor for herself, “Don’t you dare to drink it all, I hunted him!” she snarled before starting to suck the man's alcohol-flavoured blood.

It was strange that alcohol, when filtered through the blood of their victims, never made Sajore drunk. The alcohol only made him drunk when it was drank without the cleansing blood.

He noticed that Xir’ag had gone to sit next to Yvain on the peer. They were silent, eating bread and sharing the mead they had brought. Sajore watched their quiet meal break and felt a twinge of jealousy. Why were those two such good friends and still Yvain refused to be his friend? He snatched his boots from the sand and walked closer to the men, sitting between them, almost stepping on the bread that was set out on a white napkin.

He looked gloomily at Yvain and leaned his head against Xir’ag’s shoulder like a pouting puppy. Xir’ag petted his hair, glancing at Yvain with questioning eyes. The tall man revealed no emotions on his face.

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It was still dark outside, but it would soon be day and when the sun would set again, they would have to be on the ship. And they would have to be on it for at least a few days, possibly weeks.

Sajore was staring out the window of their little room in the inn. It was going to be agony to keep his hands to himself while on board. He knew the human habits and knew that they would not approve of their relationship. If it were to be revealed to the sailors, there was always the risk that they would be thrown over-board and would have to walk for hundreds of miles to get to the ocean side.

Therefore, involuntary celibacy was about to start. And before that, Sajore was going to get his fill today so it wouldn’t be as agonising as he knew it could be. He knew his energy was low while the sun was up, but he sure as hell was not going to spend the daytime hours sleeping. He glanced back at the door as it finally creaked open. Xir’ag came in, carrying some of Shaya’s belongings. He was still looking slightly amused.

“Your sister and Yvain are gone. Shaya told me to keep her important things safe while they are… away.” he smirked at Sajore and the vampire answered with a smirk of his own.

“I didn’t want my perverted sister disturbing our last free day in who knows how long.”

Xir’ag laughed. “It will probably take a little over a week to get to the ocean side, it’s not that long.”

“It is for me. I won’t be able to touch you for over a week. That’s torture!” the vampire whimpered, falling onto his knees in front of Xir’ag.

The drow stepped closer to him and Sajore started to lift his cloak up, peering up at him in the process. “So, we have to make you feel very good tonight, hmm?” Xir’ag murmured, smiling down at him as he stroked the vampire’s black hair away from his face.

Sajore was already undoing Xir'ag's pants and they soon dropped to the floor. Xir’ag lifted his cloak off and tossed it to the floor. He was standing naked in front of Sajore, who was still completely dressed. Once again Sajore found himself admiring the beauty of the young man in front of him. He had seen some beauties during his long life, but he could easily say that none of them had made his heart beat this fast, made his lust rise to such heights and make him so happy that he wanted to smile and shout his happiness for all the world to hear.

He reached for Xir’ag and pulled him closer so fast that the drow, yelped, stumbling into his arms. Sajore kissed his slender waist, making his muscles ripple under his heated touch. His hands found Xir’ag’s thighs and slid against the coal-black, velvety-soft skin. Xir’ag sighed and leaned closer. The vampire buried his face against his stomach, breathing in his sweet, fresh scent.

“You are so thin,” he mumbled against his skin, smiling softly. Xir’ag giggled as he mussed his black, silky hair into a mess. “We are always in such a hurry that I don’t have time to gain more weight. Am I too skinny for you?”

“No, you are always beautiful. I just worry about your health. You should eat more.”

“You sound like an old man,” Xir’ag snorted playfully, lifting up the vampire’s chin.

Sajore grinned up at him “I am an old man.”

“A perverted old man,” Xir’ag added, sliding down to sit on Sajore’s lap. “But are you too old to take me like the stallion that you are?” he purred as he came to sit at eye level with the vampire.

Sajore growled, grabbing his buttocks and before Xir’ag could do anything, threw him to the ground on his back. “Stallion, eh?” Sajore asked, now almost laughing, “I thought I was a beast.”

“You are that too,” Xir’ag answered with a laugh of his own, slightly surprised to find himself on the floor under the heavy vampire. Sajore was hard and his cock pressed against Xir’ag’s waist deliciously, making the smaller man ground against him hungrily. He wanted that cock inside him, sinking so deep that he couldn’t and wouldn’t want to know anything else, just feel it sliding in and out and making him moan and scream.

His own thoughts made him moan loudly and Sajore looked up at him with a grin. “Do you want it slow or fast?”

“Both,” Xir’ag answered, already panting lightly. Their hips where thrusting against each other. Sajore stared at him for a moment and then attacked his lips with his own. His long fangs were scraping Xir’ag’s lips familiarly and he let the vampire cut him a couple of times, making him moan against his lips as the blood dripped into Sajore’s mouth and down his throat, making him rock hard and almost deliriously horny.

Sajore was just trying to fumble his pants open with frantic, desperate movements when a loud bang came at the door. “Open up!” they heard Shaya’s high voice yell with some strange note on it. Sajore was up in a second and sped to open the door. He could tell when his sister was really scared and now he could clearly hear it from her voice.

Shaya burst inside with a big canvas on her. “We were in this little hut close to the riverside and thought we would get some sleep there when the whole damn roof came tumbling down on us!” She yelled, throwing the canvas to the floor as she stomped frantically in. There was a big burn mark on her arm. Sajore studied the skin, but it was already healing.

Yvain stepped in calmly after his wife, carrying all of their belongings. “It was rather scary. When we got back here the owner told us that our room was already taken and there were no other rooms free. We had to come here, I’m sorry.”

Shaya had already forgotten her distress as she stared at Xir’ag, who was covering himself as best as he could with his cloak, sitting on the floor and trying to recover from this abrupt change of mood. He was still panting, his cheeks were flushed and he was getting really angry. He found himself surrounded by three people, who all seemed to stare at his naked form.

“Great, just great. Yeah. You take my bed, we will sleep on Sajore’s like we were planning to do. But that’s all we’re going to be doing. Sleep,” he barked out, standing up and ignoring the fact that Yvain had a perfect view on his naked butt and back, he was keeping his cloak on his front because that’s where Shaya was.

Sajore let out a whimper and lifted his hands up. Then he turned to face his sister. “You fucking… idiot! Why couldn’t you try to find another shelter?”

“In the sunlight? Don’t be stupid. You would have acted the same as I did.”

Sajore sighed, turning to Xir’ag, who had already pulled up his pants and was now putting on his cloak.

They looked at each other, understanding each other without a word. Sajore walked close to the drow, giving him a kiss on the forehead and fell onto the bed.

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They set sail at sunset as all the other ships were just returning to the shore. The sailors from other boats were waving at them and Shaya, who was standing on the deck in her new, blue, velvet gown, returned the waves, making the sailors whistle and wave harder. She giggled at them, dancing around the deck and singing with her clear voice that carried over the water to other ships.

Soon the captain walked up to her, laughing. “We got our own siren on our ship now. No need to fight if we run into other ships, let’s just let her sing.” The sailors around laughed and Shaya shook her hips and jumped up to hug the captain's neck, laughing happily.

Sajore was not as happy as his sister. He was worried about travelling on water because if there were problems, there would be no way to hide from the sun when the day came. It eased his mind a bit that they would be travelling along a river, so the shore was not that far away and the sailors seemed to know what they were doing.

Xir’ag was almost as excited and Shaya, this all being just one big adventure to him. He felt safe with his travelling companions.

Yvain was as emotionless as always, staring at the shore with his slightly sad eyes and ignoring everyone else’s happy chatter.

However, it was not long until the big, winged man turned gloomier than any of them had ever seen him before. Sajore had to admit, in all secrecy, that he was extremely happy to discover this weakness in the otherwise so flawless man: Yvain was suffering from horrible sea sickness. His tanned face was pale and he was leaning heavily to the rail of the boat, leaning over the edge and staring into the black water.

Shaya ran past him often, patting his back and kissing his red hair, but she wasn’t letting his distress stop her from having fun. She had already climbed up to the mast when they had set sail and after that she had been everywhere that you could go on a ship, exploring and getting to know everything and everyone. She was now slightly drunk from all the red wine that the sailors were giving her.

Xir’ag felt extremely happy about the fact that the sailors didn’t seem to mind his black skin and white hair, they treated him like they treated everyone. He had to do some errands, but soon he was free to talk to the sailors and found one older man who was happy to tell him incredible stories of the wonderful adventures of their brave captain and the ship. Sajore listened to the stories with half an ear, sniggering to himself at the truly incredible events the group had gone through. On the other hand, he had to believe some of it might even be real, especially after everything he himself had experienced during his long life, so he knew it wasn’t impossible.

As the night started to turn into a day, the vampire siblings turned in and went to sleep. Xir’ag decided to stay on the deck a while longer, but soon the brilliant brightness of the sun drove him inside too. The only one who was happy about the daylight was Yvain, who immediately seemed to feel better as the sun rose up and warmed the weather with its rays.

The tall fire spirit stood in the middle of the deck with his wide wings spread and seemed to gather energy from the sun. Soon the colour had returned to his face and he looked quite healthy again.

As soon as the sun set again, the other three were up, doing chores. The ship cook was setting up a big celebratory meal for them all on the deck and Xir’ag was thrilled by the idea of getting to taste more strange surface cooking. His stomach was already lurching with hunger. Before they were called to the table, one of the sailors asked all of them to follow him and guided them into a small cabin that was stuffed with clothes. There was such brilliant clothing that it left Shaya gasping. Every one of them gathered some clothes that they found to their liking and hurried to change into them.

Sajore had chosen a fancy suit made of thick, black fabric, long black boots and a hat with a big brim. He looked like a pirate when he was ready. Xir’ag added a red scarf to the hat and whistled, leaning closer to the grinning vampire.

Sajore slid his hands along the drows naked body (Xir’ag had not yet had time to put on his clothes) and squeezed his naked buttocks. “This pirate wants to invade your ship and steal your treasure, harrr!”

Xir’ag laughed and gave Sajore a big slap on the butt, “Stop right there, we have to be at the meal table in a moment.”

The drow turned around and pulled on a deep-red shirt with laces on the front and tight green breeches. Soon he was tying belts and scarves around his waist and hair, and putting on brown, leather, high-heeled boots.

Sajore was watching him dressing up, trying to control himself as best as he could. “How the hell do you make dressing up so fucking sexy?” he purred, finally standing up from their bunk and approaching Xir’ag. He took the drow’s hand and guided it down to his crotch.

Xir’ag could clearly feel his erection through his pants and grinned up at the vampire. “I’m sorry I will have to make you suffer a bit longer, darling. But I promise that when we get to make love the next time, all the suffering will be worth it.”

The vampire's eyes flashed yellow. “I really want that mouth of yours sucking me right now. Please, this is agony after that abrupt stop last night.”

Xir’ag leaned closer to him with a suffering expression. “You don’t know how inviting that sounds.” He scratched Sajore’s bare chest that was showing under his open shirt. “But we can’t risk it and you know it.”

Sajore groaned deeply as Xir’ag walked out of the cabin. He had never hated ships as much as he hated them right now.

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Almost all of the crew was already sitting around the table when their guests arrived. Shaya looked magnificent with her new, cream white silk gown that sparkled in the torchlight. Not many of the crew members could take their eyes off her. Yvain, who looked a little bit better, but still grumpy, had new pants on, though they looked almost the same as his own. He wasn't wearing a shirt because with his wings, it was impossible to wear any sort of shirt or jacket without ripping it into shreds from the back. He had a few shirts of his own that were sewn just for him, but during summer he liked to be without one. He had put on an eye patch just for fun and Shaya seemed to be ogling him so much that the sailors were giving Yvain gloomy, jealous looks.

The crew members looked quite taken by the way Sajore and Xir’ag looked too, when they finally arrived from their cabin, though none of them dared to say anything to them, Sajore had such a lethal look on his face. When Shaya whispered to him, asking what the problem was, Sajore simply stated that he was horny and turned away from his sister. Shaya glanced at Xir’ag, who looked at her helplessly, and then left the men alone. She knew her brother well enough not to bother him more than necessary, he didn’t want Armaros to jump out in the middle of a nice, calm meal.

The vampires sat at the long table with the others, but didn’t eat, even when both of them were starting to look slightly hungry. The others, humans and elves, the fire spirit and the drow were served big plates of fish that all of them ate with good appetite. There was mead and red wine that even Shaya drank. Sajore was sitting grumpily next to Xir’ag, who ate slowly, enjoying every bite.

A young man with slightly reddish, long blond hair was sitting next to Xir’ag. His androgynous features and slightly pointed ears made Xir’ag pretty sure that he was at least half an elf. He was wearing light, colourful robes that covered his lithe body, still revealing just enough to make him look lightly dressed.

He looked so different from the gruff sailors that Xir’ag had to ask if he was part of the crew at all. The man smiled a small smile at the drow and answered with a strange, thick dialect that he had only been travelling with the ship for a few weeks and was on his way to see his tutor.

Xir’ag smiled back, asking what the man was studying and when the answer came out as “magic”, the drow's eyes lit up. “You are going to see a wizard?” he yelled out, forgetting the food and everything else around.

Sajore’s ears perked up and he leaned closer to hear their conversation.

“Yes. I will be meeting my tutor in our summer home,” the man answered, slightly taken back by the drow’s sudden excitement.

Xir’ag noticed it and tried to calm down, a slight blush on his excited face. “I’m sorry for intruding. I’m just-“, he glanced desperately into the man’s blue eyes “-in desperate need of a magic tutor. I’m a drow elf and my own magic is failing me here in the surface. I feel vulnerable and I need to find a way to make the magic work again.”

The man studied his face for a long time and then relaxed and smiled gently at Xir’ag. “My tutor is a very good wizard and very wise. My family has known her for a long time. I’m sure that if you talked to her, she would give you some advice.”

“Does she take apprentices?” Xir’ag asked as his red eyes started to glow, he felt more blood rushing his cheeks and Sajore leaned closer to him. The man looked at both of them, then smiled once again, wider this time. “You could come with me and ask that for yourself. But if you do that, you have to leave the ship before it reaches the ocean.”

“That’s fine with us. We can see the ocean later if we feel like it,” Sajore answered for them, watching Xir’ag with amusement and happiness, he looked so thrilled. The drow turned to look at him with his eyes shining with excitement. This was an incredible coincidence.

The man smiled at them both once again and lifted his wine glass. “Alright, you will be my guests at our summer house then. We will leave the ship on the next port.”

“When will that be?” Sajore asked as Xir’ag toasted with him.

“In two days. So your stay on the boat will be a lot shorter than planned. I apologise for that, I’m sure you were enjoying your stay here,” the man answered, sipping his wine. He was slightly taken back by the feral grin that appeared on Sajore’s face and his smile faltered.

“Two days, that makes it one night. Good,” the vampire growled as he winked at the drow. The look on his face made Xir’ag almost choke on his wine.

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They landed during the second day’s night, just as the sun was setting. It had taken some time to explain their new plan to Yvain and Shaya, but both of them seemed to agree right away after hearing Xir’ag tell the reason behind this trip. He needed to see that wizard. The two days had been agonizing, but also full of things to do, so the time had flown by quickly.

As soon as the ship was attached to the dock, the men jumped off. Soon their guide followed them while Shaya stayed on the ship a bit longer to say goodbye to all of her eager fans, who didn’t want to let her go. The whole crew seemed very disappointed that the little, spicy woman who had cheered up the ship's atmosphere was going away so soon.

The man who had invited them to his summer home soon walked up to them and finally introduced himself as they stood on the dock and waited for Shaya. “I am Quentin.”

They all told their names and Yvain shook the man's hand courteously.

“The place where we are going is my family’s humble summer home and it’s about half a days walk away from here. Nobody knows the exact time of my arrival, which is why there is nobody here to greet us. I am actually very lucky to have found you, there are bandits on these roads and it’s much safer to travel with a group than alone.”

Finally Shaya ran to them from the ship. “Let’s go soon before the crew tries to steal me,” she laughed and waved to the sailors on board the ship.

Yvain looked a bit grumpier than usual.

They began travelling right away. They wanted to be there before the sunrise so they wouldn’t have to seek shelter. Shaya was leading the group with Quentin on her arm. They were chattering happily all the way to his summer home as the other men followed more quietly, exchanging a word or two every now and then. Even Xir’ag, who was usually very talkative, was so nervous that he stayed quiet.

They passed one lake after another, walking along narrow paths, near forests and small hills. The larger mountains however were all left behind and the terrain was fairly even. They moved quickly, stopping a few times to drink from the clean springs or streams that crisscrossed the grassy land.

After hours of walking the nature started to turn moist once again and they had to walk on strange wooden roads that had been built between big pools of water. Then suddenly Quentin turned around and smiled widely, announcing they would soon arrive to his summer house.

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His humble summer home turned out to be a huge castle that lay between big lakes and even bigger grass lands. You could see miles in every direction. It was a beautiful, serene place.

The house itself was a stone castle, two stories high and so large that none of them could tell how many rooms it had inside its white walls. As soon as their little group entered the garden house inside the big stone barrier that surrounded the huge house, they were greeted by several armed soldiers, all wearing the same kind of flowing clothes as Quentin. Immediately the guards recognized Quentin and they were led in, where the soldiers told them that his father was having his breakfast and would soon come to greet them. The sun was almost up and the vampires were very glad to be safe inside the thick stone walls that kept the sunlight out.

Quentin went to meet his father alone, letting his guests go and see their rooms. They were all tired from the long nights walk so he wanted them to meet at sunset when everyone would be well rested.

The guests were all looking around with approval. This was one of the most beautiful places Xir’ag had ever seen. And it was perfectly cool inside. Big windows were covered with light silken curtains that kept the warmth and the sun outside.

Soon they were escorted along a long hallway to the other end of the castle and up the stairs where Yvain and Shaya were led into a room of their own. When the servant woman stopped on the next door to let Xir’ag into it, Sajore walked in after him, turning and grinning to the servant. “We’ll both stay here.”

“But, sir, we have enough rooms for you to have your own,” the servant woman said, looking slightly insulted.

Sajore just winked at her. “I’m fine here. Thanks.”

The woman still looked like she wanted to disagree with him, but suddenly they heard footsteps behind her and Quentin appeared at the door.

“Is everything okay?” he asked with concern as he saw the look on the servant woman’s face. Xir’ag smiled at him with embarrassment. “Everything is fine. We both need rest.” His smile was nervous. He didn’t want to insult their host but he didn’t want them to sleep in separate rooms either. And he knew Sajore was not going to leave this room, no matter what they said.

Quentin just smiled at them, then looked at the servant. “It’s okay Monea, I’ll take care of things here. You go prepare the bath. I already notified Wino, she should be there.”

She obeyed, walking away, glancing once behind her shoulder at them. Quentin waited until she was far enough so she wouldn’t hear them and then grinned shyly. “I noticed right away that you two are a couple. It’s okay, it’s not a big deal for the younger people here, but the older ones like my father and his servants, are very old fashioned,” he blushed slightly, but Xir’ag smiled at him encouragingly and Sajore grinned.

“Thanks,” the vampire laughed and ruffled his red-blond hair.

Quentin grinned back, looking very relieved. Then he cleared his throat and looked very professional again. “You are free to use the bath house if you wish. And we will send someone to wake you up and bring you something to eat tonight,” Quentin told them, still smiling lightly. “Don’t worry. I will send one of my own servants so they won’t- um, disturb you.” Then he was blushing again.

Sajore chuckled, thanking him again. Quentin was still smiling at them as he turned around. “We’ll see you tomorrow for dinner, if not earlier. You can, of course, call for food any time you get hungry” he turned to look at Sajore, “But no biting inside the house. We have cattle here if you need to feed. Just ask from the kitchen, okay?”

Sajore was taken back by his words. He didn’t know Quentin had guessed he was a vampire, a lot of people on the surface seemed to think vampire’s were fairytales. He smiled widely. “I’ll remember that. Thank you, once again.”

Finally they were alone.

Sajore slammed the door shut and turned to face the room.

And what a room it was! High and much larger than any room Xir’ag had ever stayed in. He dropped his heavy backpack on the floor. The ceiling was so high above that it seemed lost in the shadows of the night. The heavy auburn curtains kept all of nature’s light out of the room, but it was far from dark. There were several candles lit and scattered all around the room and the light was reflected from the white marble walls, making the whole room glitter with light.

There was a huge canopy bed on the other side of the room with red silk sheets. The men glanced at each other and Sajore grinned. There would be no sleep today, that much was clear to both of them.

But first, they needed a bath!

They unpacked their belongings next to the huge bed and found some clean clothes to wear after the bath. Sajore’s hands were itching to pull Xir’ag to the bed right away as the drow kneeled down to search for clothes in his backpack. How could the drow be so damn seductive without even trying to be? Or maybe he was trying? He sneaked behind Xir’ag and without a warning, grabbed his hips with his strong hands, lifted him up and threw him on the bed. Xir’ag meeped, but landed on the bed like a cat, on all fours. He grinned back at Sajore, “Bath first. I smell bad. And so do you!”

“I do not smell,” Sajore growled as he crawled on top of the drow, grounding his hips against his butt, “and I can lick you clean.”

“I want a bath. A real bath, not a tongue bath… yet,” Xir’ag said demandingly, but still kissed Sajore.

For a small moment they just stared at each other with heated eyes, battling with emotions that said to the both of them ‘screw now, clean later’, but Xir’ag was right, they were sweaty and dirty and smelled of salt water and mud. And Xir’ag’s hair was almost gray. Slowly Sajore let go of Xir’ag’s waist, still pressing his hardness against his ass, but retreating until Xir’ag could get up too. For a moment they just stared at each other, Xir’ag sliding his hand slowly along Sajore’s bare chest.

The vampire wanted to purr and leaned closer to kiss Xir’ag.

The drow returned the slow, passionate kiss and then stepped away and walked to the door.

Sajore growled behind him, but followed. They had waited for this for such a long time they could wait for another hour before screwing each other senseless.

The hallway was empty, but they remembered that the servant had gone to the left, so they went the same way, hoping they would run into someone along the way. They didn’t have to walk for long when they saw an elderly servant, carrying sheets, looking very dignified. He was wearing a long, black, flowing outfit.

Sajore cleared his throat as the servant was passing them. “Where’s the bath house?”

The man almost jumped from surprise and then stopped. Not once did he look at either of them in the eye. “This way, please follow me.” He turned around and the men followed, glancing at each other with funny looks on their faces. Soon they stopped in front of huge blue doors.

“You can fetch someone to lead you back into your rooms after your bath,” he explained as he knocked on the door. Immediately a guard opened the heavy bronze doors to reveal a shining clean bath house. The floor and walls were the same colour as the ocean, a deep turquoise. The color made the clear water shine and sparkle like the ocean itself. There were bright torches around the room, filling the otherwise cold hall with yellow warmth and they could hear the sound of running water from one of the big, heated pools.

The whole room smelled nice and sweet, like strong bath oil. A thick steam swarmed on the floor, hiding the beautifully decorated tiles from their eyes.

There were white marble statues of naked figures everywhere and a few servants walked around with tiny dresses on, all nodding at them as they passed. Their long blond hair was tied back into ponytails, women and men all looked the same; wearing the same clothes, their features very alike. Here it seemed that gender wasn’t an issue to these people; these must be Quentin’s servants.

One of the bath helpers walked up to them and the old servant bowed, turning away and leaving as the guard closed the big doors behind them. The younger servant smiled widely, spreading her arms. “Welcome,” she turned around and took towels from a nearby shelf, offering them to the men. “There are bathing oils and cleaning essentials at every bath, choose wherever you want to be. Call us if you need anything. We also have beverages for you, cool juices or wine and if you are hungry, there are also fruits.”

The men smiled back dumbly until the servant girl turned away, sensing their nervousness. As she was walking away, she looked back, still smiling, “Don’t let us disturb your stay.”

Xir’ag was sure she looked mischievous as she turned her face away again. He glanced at Sajore, “She reminds me of Shaya. Scary!”

Sajore nodded, snickering. Then he was already pulling off his black leather pants. The servants didn’t seem to bother him, but Xir’ag was not ready to get naked in front of all these people. For a while Sajore stared at him as he didn’t move, then the vampire attacked him, starting to remove his clothes one by one. Xir’ag yelled at him wildly, “Stop it!” then his voice turned quiet but dark, “They are all staring at us, I can’t do this in front of people!”

“Don’t mind them, they don’t mind us,” the vampire only said back, grinning at him as he pulled down his pants. Xir’ag tried to pull them back on, but Sajore was already lifting his legs up one by one and he could do nothing but jump from foot-to-foot.

Soon he was stark naked, standing next to the grinning vampire, who was babbling about the baths, ignoring the glances the servants were obviously throwing at them. “Do you want to take a warm bath or a hot one? With bubbles or oil?” Sajore turned to look at him and saw him looking miserable and ashamed, covering his private parts behind his hands. The look on the vampire’s face softened and he leaned closer.

“Darling, calm down,” he said nothing about the humans. There was no reassurance that the vampire wouldn’t try something once they were in the water. Sajore was very used to this, he had loved public bath-houses since his youth and wherever he had gone, he had gotten attention from the other occupants. Now he was old enough not to care a damn thing about what anyone else thought.

And he knew he was gorgeous. So he couldn’t blame the ogling people.

Xir’ag glared up at him, “I don’t like this.” He had a weird, tingling sensation in his stomach and his skin was prickling. He still felt the servant’s watching them.

“I don’t like to stand around like this either, when we could be having a nice hot bath.” Sajore grinned playfully and Xir’ag snorted. He had to move, so he walked to the closest bath where thick white steam was rising. It was hot and smelled nice. He sunk his toes to the water. Not too hot though. This would do.

He jumped in, sinking under the warm water and re-surfacing right away. He sighed deeply. Boy did this feel good! He started scrubbing at his sweaty skin with a washcloth he had snatched from the edge of the bath. It smelled nice and the rough surface felt incredibly good against his travel worn skin.

Sajore was walking to the bath from the other side where big steps led into the water. On the way in, he took a bar of soap from a bowl on the side of the bath. Xir’ag couldn’t take his eyes off from the vampire as he approached him. He sensed it. Sajore was thinking about something naughty and he knew he wanted to do it in front of all these people. He was horrified, but at the same time so excited that he felt how his blood turned hot and his cock hardened. And it had been so long.

He missed his lover's touch, his big hard cock inside his body. His breathing got faster and he had to move closer to the edge of the bath so he wouldn’t swallow water. His red eyes never left Sajore, until he felt his strong hands pulling him closer.

The vampire glanced around them as he hugged Xir’ag into his arms, pretending to cleanse his skin with the soap. He could sense how nervous and aroused his lover was and the thought made him achingly hard. Was Xir’ag going to let him do this here? He grinned darkly.

The servants were swarming all around. There were at least six people in the hall with them and he could feel the servant girl’s eyes on them. His hand slid to cover Xir’ag’s perfect round buttock. A lust so strong that it made him growl filled him and with glowing eyes he stared at Xir’ag. “You know what I want, don’t you?” he asked with a heated voice, whispering raggedly.
Xir’ag couldn’t talk. His cheeks were flushed as he nodded shyly. He knew, he felt it. And he wanted it so badly. He licked his lips and the vampire attacked, sucking his tongue into his mouth, grinding their bodies together and drawing desperate moans from the drow’s lips.

Xir’ag’s hands clasped his wide back and pulled him closer. He felt the stares of the humans all around them. He knew they were all aware of what was happening in the bath even though a couple of them tried to act like they didn’t. And he felt their arousal, almost smelled it. The thought only made him want this more. He gasped and breathed heavily as they broke the kiss so he could catch his breath. Sajore’s eyes were almost yellow, his rock hard cock pressing against his thigh as he settled onto the vampire’s lap. He wished the bath wasn’t this deep. This was going to be tricky.

Like reading his thoughts Sajore loosened his grip on him and pulled him closer to the edge. With a voice that was almost breaking, he talked to a servant man who was sitting close by sorting towels. “Is there a lower bath than this here? A hot or a warm one… with oil.”

The servant turned to face them, his face flushed red. Xir’ag turned away, feeling his cheeks turn deep red with embarrassment too.

“The one over there,” the man pointed to a smaller bath and Sajore nodded at him. “Could we have our towels here, a bit closer?” he asked and the man stepped up. Sajore could see his arousal trough the thin, loose cloth he was wearing. The vampire grinned as he took the towels. “Thank you.”

The man almost ran away, but held his cool and returned to his towel sorting.

Sajore reached for Xir’ag and pulled him to the other side where the stairs were, offering him the towel.

Xir’ag shook his head, “No, they can all see that…”

“They know it already! Can’t you sense the arousal here? Every one of them knows what we are doing in here. Come on, nobody is going to hurt you.” Sajore cupped his cheeks in his hands and kissed him softly.

Xir’ag sighed loudly and as the vampire walked up from the bath, he followed him, folding the towel over his straining erection and his lean hips, trying to hide himself as best as he could with the small towel. Then he noticed Sajore wasn’t wearing his towel and almost pushed the vampire to the bath next to them. He wanted to scream and frantically turned his head to look around. When he finally found his voice, Sajore was already lowering himself down into the hot oil-scented bath. Xir’ag followed him as fast as he could, too embarrassed to look anywhere else anymore. He really wished they wouldn’t stay here for long! He could never again face these people after this.

And yet he still wanted it. He really, really wanted it as he watched the vampire sit in the bath, his legs open and his arousal resting against his stomach, his long black hair fanning out all around him on the surface of the water. Sajore had the most lustful look on his face and with a flick of his wrist Xir’ag tossed his towel away, sitting on top of Sajore, kissing him full on the lips. What the heck. He already knew what was going to happen so why not forget the unpleasantries and get to the good parts. He knew that soon he would be too horny to mind the stares anymore.

Sajore seemed to be very happy about the sudden change in his mood, bringing his arms around his slender body and pulling him deeper into the hot water. It smelled of herbs and the steam curled all around them like tentacles, making their skin moist and warm. Xir’ag pressed himself against the vampire’s strangely cool body, though he was warming up fast under him.

He pushed the vampire further away and rose up along his body, offering his bare chest to be kissed. And Sajore obeyed, kissing and nibbling at his nipples until Xir’ag was breathless and grounding his erection against the vampire’s stomach. Quickly, he glanced behind Sajore and saw one of the servants behind a statue. His hand was moving somewhere close to his waist. Xir’ag almost smiled as he turned his eyes back to Sajore and slipped lower to rest on his lap, looking at him from under his brow.

The vampire slid his nails along his arms and Xir’ag purred, burying his hands into Sajore’s thick, black hair. His body arched closer to the vampire. It was starting to be very difficult to not do more, he wanted to be fucked so badly! Sajore must have sensed his emotions, because soon his hands slid underwater and ventured to his buttocks, gently parting them. His fingers teased his tight entrance and Xir’ag shivered.
The water splashed around them as the drow suddenly moved closer, grounding his aching erection against the vampire’s. He tugged at Sajore’s hair and moaned into his ear in his most lustful voice, “Ah, fuck me, please!”

He flinched as his words echoed around the steam filled hall. All the servants who were listening must have heard him. He didn’t know if he was imagining it or if it was really quieter than it had been when they had come in. The running water didn’t quite cover the sounds they made anymore and he could hear muffled whispers and moans from the corners of the big bath hall. The light also seemed softer than before and everything was somehow edged with mist; he couldn’t see the corners of the room anymore.

He closed his eyes and decided to ignore those things. And at that moment Sajore’s finger pressed into him and his mind somersaulted into oblivion. His breath turned into gasps and he pressed himself eagerly against the finger, demanding more with his body. Sajore was hard and big under him and he teased the vampire’s cock with every movement he made.

He opened his eyes to stare at Sajore, seeing a concentrated look on his face, his fangs biting into his lip as he tried to keep from going too fast. He had scraped his lip and blood was trickling down his chin. Xir’ag took his face between his hands and licked the blood from his lips. Sajore moaned and his eyes darted upwards. They leaned closer and kissed. Xir’ag let Sajore bite his lip softly and scrape his tongue.

The vampire sucked at his tongue, licking at the blood and started to moan louder.

Suddenly Xir’ag was lifted up. He flew to the water and sunk under the surface. Then Sajore was there, kissing him softly, covering his lips and caressing his body with feverish hands.

Soon he had to push him away and he surfaced with a gasp, the vampire following after him as he swam to the edge where it wasn’t so deep.

Sajore glued himself against his back and pressed him tightly to the tiled edge of the bath. He turned his head enough to kiss the vampire as he felt him pressing his cock against his entrance. And then he was pressing in. Xir’ag clawed at the edge of the bath, letting out a low gasp, his legs spread he pressed his ass closer to Sajore, sucking his cock deeper into him. The vampire was panting, trying to move slowly, his hands pressed tightly against Xir’ag’s waist.

Xir’ag moved and the vampire thrust into him forcefully. The drow buried his head into his hands on the edge of the bath and moaned loudly. His voice echoed around the bath. Sajore started to move fast inside him and he groaned with pleasure at every thrust. Then the vampire was suddenly pulling them away from the edge and to the other side of the bath where the stairs were. Xir’ag clung to his arms that were around him and felt his cock moving slowly inside him. He leaned his head against Sajore’s shoulder and folded his legs around the vampire’s.

As soon as they got to the stairs the vampire resumed his quick pace at fucking Xir’ag and the drow leaned against the tiled stairs, spreading his legs further to let Sajore ram deeper into his tightness.

The big vampire pressed his body against Xir’ag and together they moved, in sync, not able to control their bodies any longer, not caring about the loud moans and whimpers they made. Xir’ag’s face was flushed red with embarrassment because he knew people were watching them. And at the same time it was turning him on so much that it was difficult to control himself.

He let out a yell as Sajore hit the spot deep inside of him that made his whole body turn into fire. His fingers scraped at the tiles and the fronts of his legs slammed against the edges of the stairs over and over again as the vampire fucked him hard and good!

Sajore was moaning into his ear and soon Xir’ag was so near that he was starting to shiver. The feeling of explosion spread from his loins into his whole body and he tossed his head back, panting loudly. With hazy eyes he could see two people in the shadows, tangled into each other, their bodies twined into one.

Sajore hugged him from behind and lifted his body up. Soon he was almost sitting on the vampire’s lap. Sajore’s hand lifted his other leg up and with this new angle, thrust so deep that it made Xir’ag scream. He came so suddenly and violently that after the white flash that emptied his mind of everything, he couldn’t see or hear anything. He was sure he was going to faint.

Sajore was still fucking him, his long cock sliding in and out, pushing deep into his inner tunnel. Pressing his exhausted body back down on all fours the vampire smeared the drow’s semen as a lube over his entrance and pushed his thumb into him, fucking him, continuing to ram into him as Xir’ag leaned his cheek against the tiles of the stairs, panting heavily. Sajore was groaning. Though he knew it wasn’t Sajore anymore. He could hear the demons grin in his voice, his panting turning hoarse and dark as he spread his entrance with his fingers, making Xir’ag moan deeply.

His cock was so hard that Xir’ag knew he wasn’t far now. And lowering his body slightly he let the vampire deeper again, pressing against him. And Armaros came with a grunt. His fingers squeezing Xir’ag’s waist tight against his cock. He felt the vampire’s balls press against his entrance. And then they were both panting and it was quiet and Xir’ag’s ears were ringing. The water rippled in the bath and from the far side of the bath house they could hear the sounds of lovemaking, smell the thick scent of lust everywhere.

With shaky hands Xir’ag tried to pull himself up and sink deeper into the water to cover himself. He was beginning to feel utterly embarrassed. How could he act like that? In front of several people he had never met before! Sajore’s strong hands held him still and he was not able to move an inch, still being completely impaled on his cock. Was Sajore still hard?

Flashes of horrible moments in the past rushed into his mind. That day with Armaros when he wouldn’t stop for hours and hours and the horrible orgy at his graduation ceremony and the men who had almost raped him in the dark tunnels of the Underdark.

This was no longer fun, he felt panic rising and tried to yank himself away from Sajore’s strong hold, moaning as he felt the vampire’s hard cock move inside of him again.

The he heard a familiar voice behind him and immediately calmed down, but only slightly.

“Calm down. It’s okay. Though I think there’s something…” the vampire sniffed the air, “there’s something in the air, an aphrodisiac of some sort.”

Xir’ag leaned closer, trying to ignore the pressure inside him and the rising lust. He was getting hard again.

Sajore’s hands were shaking.

“We have to get out of here,” he said with a panicky voice and felt Sajore tighten his hold of him protectively. “I know,” his voice was muffled and Xir’ag could feel how he was struggling against taking Xir’ag by force. He didn’t know if this was something they should have just known, maybe it was a custom to do this in a bath house in this land, they hadn’t asked, but he felt extremely unpleasant at the moment, even when every second was making him feel more and more turned on and he could just imagine what they could do here, to spend the whole day here in this bath house, drowning in- no, he clenched his teeth together and grabbed Sajore’s hands into his, pressing him tightly against his heated skin and concentrated.

His broken magic sparked into life inside his body and painfully erupted trough his hands into Sajore’s and into his body. He screamed painfully and Sajore groaned, trying to get his hands away from the drow’s. But Xir’ag was not letting go, not until his mind was clear again. He did it again and this time the spell was so strong it made his body fly backwards.

Sajore was there to grab him, his hands finally released. Instantly the vampire pulled out of him, collected the panting drow to his arms and jumped out the bath, snarling furiously at the servants he saw behind a thick wall of steam. Was there this much steam before?

He jumped to the side and crouched down when he sensed someone approaching. Immediately he could see it was Quentin and kneeled down on the floor, letting go of Xir’ag and carefully laying him on the floor.

The drow was by now trying to collect himself together, desperately trying to fight to stay conscious.

“What the HELL is this?” Sajore yelled angrily at the approaching young man and made him flinch backwards. He jumped up and stood as straight as he could, looking extremely intimidating as he stared down at Quentin. They stared at each other for a long moment and slowly Quentin started to look very ashamed as the silence spread between them.

“I’m sorry. We had to test his powers and Wino has, um, an unique style to test his future pupils. She wants them to have stamina, willpower and courage.”

“And that is why you drugged us in a bath?”

“We did not hurt you in any way, or was it really that unpleasant for you?” Quentin asked, quirking his eyebrow, smiling impishly. Sajore bared his fangs and pointed at Xir’ag, who was lying next to him on the floor. The vampire’s eyes flared yellow as he noticed the drow’s badly burned palms.

“I could have really hurt him, you have no idea what he has gone through in the past, this was not the right way!” he yelled angrily, his eyes gleaming with tears he couldn’t hold back as anger and worry tightened his chest.

He was surprised to feel Xir’ag’s hand land on his arm; the burned palm felt coarse against his skin. “If they felt this was necessary, then it was,” Xir’ag whispered, sounding very tired and as Sajore turned to look at him, he could see the drow could hardly stay on his feet. He reached for him and pulled him closer. Immediately Xir’ag leaned against him, his legs and arms trembling.

Quentin looked at them with shame. “I’m sorry we did this right after you arrived here. You trusted me so much, you let your guard down completely. I- I don’t completely accept Wino’s methods, but she is my tutor too,” his voice drifted away.

The men stared back, Sajore too angry to say anything and Xir’ag not knowing what to say. He was angry too, and very tired. But he was ready to obey his new master’s orders and if this really was necessary to see that he was compatible in this cruel way, then he would let it be.

“Did I at least pass the test?” Xir’ag finally asked, his voice almost breaking, this had really drained him and he suspected that the spell that had taken them over had something to do with it too, a little magic and lovemaking should not affect him like this.

Slowly Quentin’s mouth spread into a small smile, and he nodded, “Yes. She says she will be meeting you tomorrow morning. After you’ve had a good nights rest. And that was an order; rest!”

Sajore stepped closer and Quentin backed away. The vampire looked furious. “I’m not taking orders from you, you fucking-!” he started, but Xir’ag interrupted him.

“Yes. I will meet her tomorrow morning,” he glanced at Sajore and smiled softly, “after a good nights rest.”
He felt the vampire’s muscles relax under his touch and Sajore sighed, glaring at Quentin for a moment before turning around. The half-elf stared after them, feeling very sad to make the men hate him, he had the utmost respect for both of them and this plan of Wino’s had made him almost as angry as them. But he had to obey. He turned and walked away, trying to ignore the servants now collecting themselves from the floor, as the spell dispersed from the big hall.

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The old servant man was waiting for them behind the door as they left the bath house, Xir’ag’s hands wrapped in cooling towels. They had received a pair of light, flowing cloaks from a very flushed and embarrassed servant as they were walking out. The servants had all obviously fallen under the same spell as the two men and were not able to look them in the eye as they left.

Xir’ag leaned on Sajore the whole way to their room. And as they arrived to the full-lit, wide, beautiful room, Xir’ag trotted to the bed and fell down, falling asleep immediately. Sajore sat next to him, sighing loudly as he rubbed Xir’ag’s back, removing his cloak and tossing it to the floor. He gazed at the naked drow on the bed and kneeled down, kissing his hair and cuddling close to him, hugging the drow’s lithe body against his.

He definitely did not like Xir’ag’s new magic teacher and would have to have a word with her tomorrow morning. He snarled and kicked his legs in anger. Xir’ag mumbled something in his sleep. Slowly Sajore calmed down, hugging his lover tightly in his arms. He needed sleep too. He hadn’t wanted to admit it, but whatever that spell had been, it had really exhausted him too.