Polinues Marines, the would be mage.

Chapter 41.
Title: Polinues Marines, the would be mage.

Chapter Title & No.: #41. I am yours.

Author: Darkling Willow

Pairing: Non.

Rating: NC - 17
Abuse, Anal, Angst, BDSM, Bi, B-Mod, Bond, Death, D/s, H/C, HJ, Humil, Language, M/F, M/M, Minor, N/C, OC, Oral, Preg, Rim, Spank, Violence, Voy, VS, WD, WIP.

Archive: Originals - misc. > Slash – Male/Male.
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Disclaimer: This is an original work of fiction. Any resemblance of places and characters to actual persons, living or dead, and places is purely coincidental.
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Authors Notes: Calling someone a “Chaser” is the same as calling someone the “catcher” or the “pitcher” in a relationship.
EDIT: I noticed a timeline mistake in this chapter, I fixed it.

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Summary: It was a hot night…

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Chapter 41. I am yours.

Running as fast as his legs could carry him between the trees, fiery eyes glaring out of every shadow, he glimpsed the road ahead through the thinning forest.
His voice was spent from screaming, but his comrades were dead, there was no help to be found any longer in this cursed forest.
He crashed through the bushes and tripping he rolled down the bank and into the road.
Splayed out on his back he stared up at the full moon of the Storm moon, the white moon frowning down at him, the blue moon at its first quarter in the star strewn sky.

Behind him in the forest a branch creaked, and he scrambled to his feet, looking up and down the road, hoping for salvation, although he knew that at one end lay the Temples where there was no help to find, and at the other lay the village where he would only be jailed again.
He turned towards the village, there was another road that led around it, and he thought perhaps there was some hope in that direction.

His throat was parched, his heart hammering painfully in his chest, and his leg were heavy as lead, as he dashed down the road.
Coming around a bend in the road he saw a small figure approach him from the opposite direction.
It looked like a teenaged boy, dressed in the pale grey robes of a third stage Temple Novice.

“Boy. Boy. Turn back, go back to the village. There is a monster out here.” He shouted as he heard the trees behind him creak and groan, knowing that the monster was still there, stalking him.

The boy stopped in the middle of the road, his hood covering his face, his pale hands gripping his prayer staff tightly to his chest.
He stopped right infront of the boy, reaching out to grab him by the shoulders and turn him around by force, but the soft voice from the darkness of the boy’s hood froze him to the ground.

“I know. And it’s coming for you.”

He screamed in pain as the ironwood prayer staff buckled his knee to the side, tearing the tendon and breaking the kneecap, the boy’s knee smacking into his face as he buckled over.
He choked on the blood flooding his nose and mouth, his eyes dimmed for a few minutes, and he stayed on all fours, spitting up blood as the boy disappeared into the forest.

Leyjen stared at the brigand where he lay on all fours in the middle of the road, spitting up blood, his nose broken, and one of his knees swollen.

The man, only a few years older than Polinues, twisted around onto his ass, and crawled backwards away from Leyjen, gibbering,
“Please, don’t, please, please, don’t, let me go, let me go.”

Leyjen jumped on him and roared as he tore into the brigand’s jugular, warm blood flooding his mouth.
Leyjen moaned at the taste, and the scent, which was a strange mixture of the autumn rain and the Roganwood.
Just inside the shadows of the forest Polinues sat in a huddle under the protective embrace of an old Roganwood, his one eye trained on the sight before him, his hand wrapped around his aching cock, a handkerchief between his teeth to swallow his moans.

As Leyjen let the bloodless corpse fall on the ground, turning his bloodstained face towards the blue moon, Polinues spilled himself into the soft ground, and Leyjen turned towards his hiding place with amazing speed.

They stared at each other for long quiet moments, Polinues holding his breath in fear of being discovered, but eventually Leyjen turned away from the forest and picked the corpse up, carrying it into the forest on the opposite side of the road.
Polinues waited for a few more minutes before he dared to enter the road and run towards the Garden Gate of the Temples, the image of Leyjen in his true form seared into his mind.

“Jorad Marines. Let go of him right now, or I swear I’ll kick your ass.” Leyjen shouted at the fourth stage novice and took a swing at him at the same time.
Jorad twisted out of reach, and letting Polinues free from the headlock glared at Leyjen with pure hatred in his muddy eyes.

“I’ve told you, you can’t talk to me like that. My father is a knight.”

“Your father is your grandad’s little errand boy. Get lost you little shit. The sight of your face makes me sick.”

“I’m so telling auntie Charlotta.”

“Polinues, stay out of this. Go, now. I’ll catch up with you later.”
Leyjen waved Polinues off when the teen started to object, and Polinues knew better than to start another fight with his cousin, so he turned on his heel and took off down the corridor.

Advancing on the older Marines Leyjen spoke low and threatening,
“Look, you little rat, I’ve told you time and again to leave him alone. You try to scare the shit out of him every chance you get, and I’m sick of it. So, at the risk of repeating myself. Leave him alone, Jorad.”

Jorad glared back with his jaw squared, his chin trembling only slightly, then his eyes lit up and his lips split in a devilish grin.
Leyjen couldn’t stop the look of shock on his face, at the words that came from the teen’s mouth.
“So, is that the way you two like it? You’re the chaser?”

The corridor rang with Jorad’s scream of pain, and Leyjen ignored the sound of running feet approaching them, not caring if someone had seen him, his knuckles splattered with Jorad’s blood.

He pulled Jorad close by the front of his robes and hissed into his face,
“I don’t know what you’ve heard, Jorad, but if you start spreading rumours I swear that will be the end of you.”

Jorad whimpered as Leyjen pushed him away and he fell on his behind, the two older clerics that had witnessed the punch stopping to help him to his feet again, Leyjen stalking away, ignoring the orders to stop and return.

His mind was spinning out of control, his heart beating fast enough to make it harder to breathe, as he took in Jorad’s words. If the imbecile Jorad Marines suspected Polinues and Leyjen of chasing sticks together, then the gossip was getting out of hand.
Stomping through the grounds, steaming with anger, Leyjen made his way to his room, pretending to go to bed.
He crawled into his bed fully clothed, allowing himself to doze off until the midnight bell rang, and it was time to meet Polinues for their magick training.


Leyjen shifted the book in his lap, trying to ease the tension in his shoulders, where he sat hunched over, on the ceremonial stone altar in the middle of the hedge maze of the Temple grounds.

The Sacred Maze was in full bloom, a lush dark green, and large enough for them to be hidden from the sentries as they practiced their magick together.
The maze and the altar were used during the summer months for certain moonlight ceremonies, when the white moon was full and the blue was new.
This night however the blue moon hung low and heavy in the sky in it’s waxing gibbous, the white moon full in Litha.

Leyjen was still irritated over his encounter with Jorad earlier in the day, as well as worried about the gossip circling about him and Polinues.
They had returned that afternoon from Castle Marines after spending a week there for the Litha festivals.

Polinues had gotten permission from his father and the High Cleric to go home, he had obtained the permission to give Leyjen some leisure time because his new piercings were still irritating him after four weeks.
The one week had helped with the healing, but their vacation had been cut short when Arlathi came home unannounced.

Polinues had decided to return to the Temples the evening before when he had woken up from a nap to find his twin standing over his bed with a malicious smile on his face, and no explanation as to what he was doing there.
Wrailan and Charlotta had not objected to Polinues’ wishes when they noticed the cold and calculated demeanor of the younger twin.
Polinues had gotten their carriage driver to drive through the night and complete the usually two day journey in one go.


Leyjen shifted the heavy spellbook again, trying to ease the tension in his shoulders, but the new piercings, curved barbells threaded behind his collarbones, were being a nuisance and his robes constantly snagged on the small spheres above and below his collarbones, making his skin sore.
And to top his lousy day off, the Bloodlust was gnawing at him, he had not fed since on the Storm moon, and Polinues’ scent was more enticing than usual.

Polinues was ambling about the center of the hedge maze, practising his magick.
Tossing a ball of light into the air the teen laughed harshly, Leyjen feeling the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end, as the small ball of energy rushed out of the novice’s hands.

“Don’t toss them too high, Polinues You don’t want High Cleric Kaluru to see them.” He said off-handedly, knowing full well that the teen wasn’t listening to him.

“Leyjen, look at this…” the novice said quickly, a tone in his voice that did not bode well.
Leyjen immediately knew that looking up was a bad idea as he raised his head, his eyes leaving the old spellbook.

In a blink of an eye Leyjen saw a shimmer in the air between Polinues’ outstretched hands and then he felt like a mountain giant had just kicked him in the chest as he was thrown backwards off the altar and deep into the wall of the maze behind him.

“POLINUES.” He screamed, the teen doubled over with laughter as Leyjen scrambled out of the hedge, leaving behind him a large hole.
Leyjen turned on the teen in fury, raising his hands, the words of a spell on his lips, but Polinues looked at him with fear and slight anger, and raising his hands rushed out a blocking spell.
The two spells clashed in mid air, bursting with a loud crack and the two friends stood opposite each other for a few minutes, unsure what the other was going to do next.

Leyjen was the first to lower his hands and glaring at the teen, pointed at the dent in the hedge, growling,
“Fix it.”
Polinues ambled over to the hedge, with a pout on his lips, tossing a small ball of purple light over his shoulder in Leyjen’s direction, then muttered a spell over the broken branches, which righted themselves so that no evidence were visible.

Leyjen sidestepped the spell tossed at him, the ball fractured upon the grass, showering little sparks around itself. Leyjen sat back up on the stone altar, digging his nose into the book again, pointedly ignoring Polinues.

After a few minutes Leyjen noticed the complete silence around him, and looking up found himself staring straight into Polinues’ grey eye, where the teen leaned over the end of the altar.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“Fine.”

Leyjen turned his eyes back to the spell he was studying, feeling the teen’s eyes on him still, after a few more minutes Polinues sighed dramatically, exasperated Leyjen looked back up, insisting,
“What!”

“Nothing.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Polinues, if you’re not going to tell me then shut up. Keep working and stop being such a drama queen.”

Polinues put on an offended face, and pouted.

When Leyjen did not show signs of changing his mind, Polinues sighed again, from the bottom of his stomach,
“How come you haven’t come to my room lately?”

Leyjen looked at the boy, cocking an eyebrow.

“How come? Well, you haven’t exactly been the most enthusiastic lately yourself. Last time I tried you pushed me away and told me you were too tired.”

“That hasn’t stopped you before. It’s been since like, what, it was just after the Pink moon last time we fucked, right? And you haven’t tried to get into my pants since then. Even back home you wouldn’t come to my room, or let me into yours. How come you’re being so cold lately?”

“How come? You know very well, how come! The gossip has been getting out of hand. It’s gotten so bad that I think even your father suspects us. We have to be careful, we’re screwed if we’re found out, you know that. Isn’t it enough for you that I’ve tried to take you out of the Temples whenever we have… you know… acted on our… you know what I mean. Plus it takes two.” Leyjen blushed crimson and sank his nose back into the book.

“It’s not enough. It’s been seven weeks since last time. I want you. Every night, I try to sleep but all I can think about is you, and that giant cock of yours…”

“POLINUES!”

“What? I’m just telling the truth, it’s huge. I can’t stop thinking about what it would be like to have it shoved up my ass.”

“POLINUES. SHUT UP.” Leyjen had to grab his own mouth to stop the shout, glaring at the teen, he took a couple of breaths before he continued,
“Shut your mouth, are you crazy? Isn’t it enough for you to fuck me stupid whenever you get the chance?”

“Yes, I’m fucking insane, with desire for you.”

“By the Wraith, you sound like a bad romance story.”

Polinues glared this time, then with one blink his eye turned dark grey, a seductive half smile playing across his lips, as he unlaced his robes quickly.
As the front of the robe fell open, revealing a thin, smooth, muscular chest underneath, Leyjen had to force himself to look away.
With the ash grey robe clinging together by only the long waist laces, which were loose but still wrapped around the thin waist, Polinues crawled up onto the altar, and pulling the spellbook out of Leyjen’s resisting hands, he purred,
“Well, there’s only the two of us here now, everyone else is asleep. And I’ve been thinking,”

Polinues let the heavy spellbook fall down on the grass below the altar, nudging Leyjen’s head up with his own, and breathing softly on the elder’s ear, continued,
“I’ve always wanted you to fuck me right here. On top of the Holy Altar… just imagine the laugh we could have next time High Kaluru has one of his midnight ceremonies. And I’m ready now…”

As he spoke, Polinues ran light kisses down Leyjen’s jaw, and nibbled at his lower lip, Leyjen panting heavily.
When he finished speaking Polinues pushed forward, and claimed the cleric’s mouth with his own, Leyjen coming undone under his hands, but Leyjen only caved for a second.

Leyjen grabbed his shoulders, holding the boy back, as he stepped down from the altar, his voice shaking, whether with anger or lust, Polinues was unsure,
“No. You’re not ready. I’ve told you time and again, I will not fuck you. There is no way.”

“Why the fuck not? I’ve been trying to get you to tell me that for nearly four years now. You’re fucking unbelievable. I can understand you didn’t want to when I was thirteen, but I’m sixteen already. I’m ready.”

“I can’t. Alright. I can’t.”

“What do you mean? Do you mean the bloodkink? Is that what you’re afraid of? That you’ll want to taste my blood?”

Leyjen stared at Polinues, the thundering of Polinues’ blood maddening in his ears.
Swallowing the lump in his throat, Leyjen averted his eyes to the ground, as the irises started to expand.

“How do you know about that?”

Polinues’ derisive laughter cut Leyjen through the heart.

“Remember when I walked in on you and Amraeen? I saw the wounds on you two, and I’m smart enough to figure out that Amraeen was a Vampire.”

Leyjen ran the tip of his tongue over his growing fangs, a cold grin spreading over his lips.
He heard Polinues move closer, and the lust in the teen’s voice sent thrills down his spine.

“I know you like the taste of blood alright? I remember the first time I kissed you. Your canines were longer than normal and your eyes changed. I figured out a long time ago that you’re not quite human.”

“It’s not just a bloodkink, Polinues. I need blood to survive. That’s the whole problem.”

“I want you to drink from me…”

Leyjen cut Polinues off violently, long fingers digging brusies into his arms as he pushed Polinues against the stone altar, hissing into his face,
“I can barely contain myself when I’m with you, as is. Can you imagine what will happen if I go all the way? How the fuck do you suppose I explain your bloodless corpse to the clerics? Or your father?”

Polinues went white, his eyes growing in alarm, and he breathed,
“You wouldn’t…”

Leyjen ran his hand over his face, sighing,
“No, I wouldn’t… but it would be extremely hard not to.”
Leyjen turned away from the boy, pacing the small circular stone inlay infront of the altar.

It had been five weeks since his last drink, and he was beginning to feel it, the thundering of the boy’s blood in his veins was maddening, and Leyjen’s own lust was not helping matters. But there was no chance for him to leave and find someone else without Polinues asking questions.
Leyjen stopped across the stone circle from the boy, and staring at him with fiery eyes, taking in the scarred face, the half unlaced, ash grey robe, the slender, pale neck, the naked shoulder, and the partially revealed chest.
Polinues’ eyes were sad, his pinkish lips slightly parted, the boy looked so alone and lost, like a forgotten gem amongst the glittering glass.

“I can’t…” Leyjen began, but couldn’t finish.

Polinues’ eyes turned a light grey, and his face hardened, an impenetrable mask, and the boy spoke with a low voice,
“You’ve denied me for almost four years. I refuse to take it any longer. Am I to be content that you go around with others, men and women, drinking their blood. And still you refuse to drink from me. How would you feel if I went around someone else’s chambers at night instead of yours? Like I had betrayed you, that’s how.”
Polinues’ voice quavered, his lower lip trembled with anger, and his eye grew lighter and lighter with every utterance.

“I haven’t…” Leyjen gasped at the fury in the boy’s eyes.

“Don’t lie to me! I’ve seen you!”

“You’ve seen me? When? Where?”

“I went to the village with Jorad and a couple of other novices around the Wolf moon. I saw you going to the tavern and waited for you. When you came out again I followed you out into the woods.”

“The potter’s widow…”

“Yes. And that stable hand just before Yule. I saw you with them.”

Leyjen moaned, sinking to his knees, hiding his face in his hands,
“You watched me? You watched me murder those people?”

“I watched you with the potter’s widow, I watched you drink from her as you fucked her. I saw you kill the man in the stables. I watched you…”

Leyjen sobbed into his hands, shaking his head,
“I murdered them like I’ve murdered so many before… And that is what you want. That is what you wish for yourself.”

Polinues screamed in frustration, thrusting his arms out to the sides for emhapsis,
“No. I don’t see it as murder. They put their lives in the hands of a vampire, lives that would have come to a sad end anyway. At least they enjoyed their last minutes. If that makes you a murderer then I am guilty of the same crime.”

“What the Hell do mean by that? You’re not the one who attacks people in the middle of the night to drain them of their blood.”

“No. But I’ve made sure that you would. Seeing you drink turns me on like nothing else.”
Leyjen stared up a Polinues with a questioning look, a few minutes ticking by before it dawned on him.

“You saw me with the stable hand, and the potter’s widow. The brigand… you made sure I would catch him…”

“I followed you that night. I thought you were going to the town again. But I lost you in the woods. I was making my way back when he came running down the road, warning me there was a monster in the woods. I knocked him down and hid in the trees. It’s easy to hide from you. All I need is an old Roganwood tree, and you can’t smell me.”

Leyjen couldn’t speak, he had assumed that his last victim had simply fallen on the hard packed road and broken his nose. Now that he thought about it he remembered the ghostly scent of the Roganwood lingering in the shadows on all three occasions.

He bowed his head, tears pushing at his eyes, and a sigh tore through his chest, so full of pain that it made Polinues sob.
Leyjen did not look up when Polinues spoke, but the words dug deep under his skin.
“I am not asking you to murder me. I am asking you to complete our relationship. I am asking you to give me the intimacy you showed people who meant nothing to you. I am asking you to give me all of you, like I have tried to give you all of me.”

The silence between them was heavy, the nightly noises around them muted, as if even the wild things had removed themselves to give them privacy.
Leyjen did not look up, fighting to hold back the Bloodlust that raged in his soul.

After a long silence, only disturbed by Polinues’ quiet sobs, Leyjen spoke, his voice low and rumbling,
“You do understand that if I do this, your blood will be my only sustenance from now on. I will be with no one else, and will ask you to do the same? You do understand that if I do this I will belong to you, all of my being will be yours, as you will to me? You do understand that if I do this, there will be no turning back? This will be final.”

The boy didn’t answer.
Leyjen heard the rush of heavy cotton robes falling from muscular shoulders, pooling around strong legs. He looked up, greeted by the vision of Polinues standing straight backed, his arms stretched slightly out from his sides, his head falling back, exposing his long, slender neck, the pale skin reflecting the silver and blue moonlight.
The thin linen trousers draped down to his bare feet, the broad waistband and wrapped laces accentuating his narrow waist and thin hips.

Leyjen jumped to his feet and rushed the twenty feet between them in the space of a breath, grabbing Polinues by the neck, and slamming the boy onto the stone altar hard enough to knock the breath out of him, Leyjen let the Bloodlust take over.

Polinues fought to catch his breath, grabbing Leyjen’s wrist with both hands, panic rising in his chest as Leyjen transformed before his eyes.

The long thick auburn hair darkened to a fiery red, the amber irises expanding, devouring the pupil and the whites, until they were two almond orbs of molten gold, the skin became paler, almost translucent and seemed to fill with a deep dark light, shining through darker than the night around them, Leyjen parted his lips with a gasp, his canines wicked, glistening points.

Leyjen’s grip around Polinues’ throat tightened as he leaned over him, brushing his lips against the scarred right side of the boy’s face, down the jaw to the bulging jugular in his neck. Leyjen licked the skin, wrapping his lips around it and sucked lightly.
Polinues’ muscles trembled, trying to pull away from the touch, Leyjen’s nostrils flared, the scent of panic thick on the boy’s skin.

Letting go of Polinues’ neck, Leyjen’s fingertips ghosted over his chest, down to one nipple, tugging at the steel ring, then playing with the hard nub.
Leyjen licked his way from the neck down the scarred right side of the novice’s chest to the right nipple, twirling the tip of his tongue around it, playing with the steel ring above it.
Polinues gasped, grasping the sides of the altar, his eyes hooded, his pulse racing.

Leyjen played his fingers over all the sensitive spots on the boy’s abdomen, his ribs and his sides, down to the high waistband of the linen trousers, trailing his touches with his tongue and lips, while he pulled loose the laces that held them in place.
Twirling his tongue around Polinues’ navel, he tugged the flowing trousers down over his hips, exposing the straining cock underneath.

Leyjen righted himself, freeing Polinues of his trousers, then stood beside the altar, tugging at the laces of his own dark purple robes.
Polinues lay still for a few moments looking up at his mentor, then realizing that this was it, Leyjen was actually going to fulfill his wishes, he sat up and started helping Leyjen with his robe.
They worked in perfect silence, slowly, almost tentatively, seeking each others lips from time to time, the anticipation rising in the air around them until they could almost touch it.

When finally Leyjen’s linen trousers fell to the ground and he stepped out of them, he whispered softly in Polinues’ ear,
“Turn around.”
And Polinues bent over the altar, his feet barely reaching the ground, Leyjen stroked his spine tenderly, kissing the small of his back with feathery kisses, working his way down to the round swell of the teen’s ass, spreading them apart and flicked his tongue against the dark round pucker.
Leyjen moaned as he twirled his tongue around the small patch of skin, stabbing the tip into the hole, then licking hard at the patch of skin between his balls and his entrance, before swirling around the hole again.
After only a few minutes Polinues was moaning wantonly, pushing his backside against Leyjen’s face.

Leyjen grabbed the slender hips and hoisted Polinues up on the altar, making him lay down on his back, Leyjen pushed his legs up and apart, and thrust two fingers into Polinues’ mouth, as he wrapped his lips around the head of Polinues’ cock and sucked it deep into his mouth. Polinues moaned around the fingers, coating them in saliva.
When Leyjen pulled them free, Polinues let out a whimper of longing, which turned into a desperate plea when Leyjen pressed one finger into the teen’s opening.
It sank in to the second knuckle without much resistance, Polinues pushing down against it, moaning for more.

Leyjen swirled his tongue around the throbbing cock as he pulled up, sucking hard at the head and flicked his tongue against the slit, coating it with the freely flowing precome. Leyjen hummed as he sank down over the cock again, almost to the roots, and swallowed, Polinues bucking, thrusting his hips up into the delicious heat.
Leyjen pulled his finger almost all the way out of Polinues’ ass, then pushed two fingers in, while Polinues was distracted, the teen’s heavy panting going straight to Leyjen’s cock.
Leyjen thrust his fingers in, bobbing his head over Polinues’ cock, picking up speed, the ring of muscles loosening slowly, he twisted his hand a little and found the hard nib of Polinues’ prostate.
Stroking his fingers hard against it, Leyjen pressed his lips around the head of Polinues’ cock, flicking his tongue into the slit, then pulling his fingers almost all the way out, pushed three of them in again.

Polinues let out a cry, pulling away, but Leyjen did not slow down, he kept thrusting his fingers in hard and fast, stroking over the sweet spot, and playing with his cock.
Polinues was literally vibrating when he gasped as if he couldn’t catch his breath, his cock twitched, and with a long moan he came in long, thick spurts in Leyjen’s mouth.
The elder cleric moaned wantonly, as he swallowed mouthful after mouthful of the warm, sweet liquid, constantly rubbing at Polinues’ prostate, making the boy shudder violently.

Once Polinues’ spent cock slipped from his lips, Leyjen reached for a small vial of oil in one of his robes pockets with his free hand, thumbed it open, and poured a few drops onto his thrusting finger, coating Polinues’ eager hole with it.
He then poured a small amount onto his own pounding erection, and stroked his cock, until it was well coated.
He pulled his fingers free, pressing the head of his cock against the tight opening, the muscle giving way slowly, Polinues screamed into the night, as Leyjen sank in little by little.

When he had sunk in to the roots, Leyjen leaned over Polinues and pulled him up into a kiss, then looking the teen in the eye, Leyjen whispered to him,
“I’m going to turn you around now. It’s easier that way. Are you still certain you want me to drink from you?”

“Yehs.” Came the breathless answer.

“Then I want to tell you this. It is frightening the first time. But trust me, I will not harm you. And don’t get frightened. That ruins everything. Just enjoy it.”

Polinues pulled him in for another deep kiss, then gasped into the cleric’s mouth,
“Leyjen, fuck me. Please.”

Leyjen turned the boy over onto his stomach, his toes barely reaching the ground, Leyjen gripped his thin hips tightly, and pulled out nearly all the way, sinking in slowly, Polinues pushing against him, moaning.
Leyjen’s next thrust was a little harder, and the next one a little harder, Polinues begging for more and harder.
After a few more Leyjen was pounding into the delicious tight channel, coming undone all over again, licking and biting at the pale flesh of the boy’s back.
His orgasm was building fast, his balls tightening, Polinues was hard again, and arching his back pushed back in time with Leyjen’s thrusts.
Polinues was pumping his own cock hard and frantic, wanting to come again with Leyjen, the elder cleric angled his hips a little and found the boy’s prostate.

Polinues’ ass clenched around him, nearing the painful, Leyjen came apart as he thrust hard and frantic, erratic, pounding into the sweet spot.
Leyjen leaned over the boy, pulling him close to his chest, and tangling slender fingers in Polinues’ hair, he pulled the teen’s head back, exposing the long line of his neck.
Leyjen plowed into Polinues’ ass, coming hard enough to see stars, and unable to hold back any longer, his fangs sank into the scarred skin of Polinues’ neck, sweet orgasm filled blood flooding his mouth, as Polinues himself spilled his semen over the top of the altar.

Polinues moaned and writhed in Leyjen’s arms, as Leyjen swallowed mouthful after mouthful of the hot blood, Leyjen’s flaccid cock slipping out of the boy’s body, both of them trembling with the aftershocks of their orgasms.

Polinues’ blood tasted just like Leyjen had imagined it, tangy and ambrosial, exactly like the scent of a roganwood, exactly like it had that night eleven years before, only more mature, perfect in every way.

Leyjen pulled Polinues flush against his body, swallowing once more, the taste suddenly metallic and sour, the taste of panic, and Leyjen realized the teen was clawing at the arm wrapped around his chest.

Leyjen tore free with a growl, snapping into his human form painfully quick, and Polinues slipped out of his grasp to the cold ground.
The boy was shaking, frightened and worn out.
Leyjen fell to his knees, cradled the boy, and lapped at the bitemarks slowly to make them stop bleeding.

Polinues looked up and smiled weakly,
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to panic. I just felt so light headed all of a sudden, it scared me.”

“It’s alright, Polinues. We’ll have to work it out somehow, but it’s alright now.”

The fading smile brightened a little, and reaching his hand up Polinues brushed it over Leyjen’s red lips,
“Am I yours now?” the teen asked, tears obscuring his eyes, Leyjen kissed the tears away and whispered back,

“I am yours, Polinues. And yes. You are mine now.”

Polinues twisted around and snaked his arms around Leyjen’s waist. Leyjen felt him shiver, and groping for the ash grey robe, draped it over the slender shoulders.

“Come on, let’s get inside before we catch a chill.” Leyjen wrapped his own robe around himself, pulling the boy to his feet, but Polinues didn’t let go.
Instead he pulled Leyjen into a timid kiss, which left Leyjen gasping.

“I love you.” He whispered, before he wrapped the robe around himself and stumbled towards the cloister.