Pain and Pleasure

Chapter 5



The normally quiet halls of the house were in an uproar. Everything felt as hectic as if the attack on the house was still going on. People were hurrying up and down the hallways, carrying huge plates of food, big packages of other items and fine dresses and costumes for the priestesses and other important residents of the house. Everyone seemed so busy with what they were doing that Sajore was left without any attention and he felt neglected.



Xir’ag had been gone since the morning. Ever since his hand had healed enough for him to make little spells and write again he had been running errands for the Matron, preparing some big show for the party and getting his outfits ready.



Sajore sighed as he finally slipped into his own room and right away misted himself to Xir’ag’s rooms, falling onto the empty bed. He stared at the ceiling for some time until he became bored, stood up, and walked to the small chest that held his clothes. He opened the chest and picked out a pair of clean, soft leather pants and a black tunic to wear to the party.



As he was stripping out of his clothes to take a quick shower, the door opened and mysteriously smiling Xir’ag stepped in. He closed the door fast seeing Sajore standing naked in the far corner of the room. “Are we taking this as a custom to greet the other one with no clothes when they arrive home?” He laughed and hurried to hug and kiss Sajore.



The vampire laughed back and held him in his arms until the drow began to coil away. “I’m sorry, my love, but there is still much to do before tonight and everything has to be ready,” he said, grinning happily. He ran to his laboratory and rummaged around for awhile.



Sajore grabbed a towel from the bedside and went to the shower room. He stood under the warm waterfall for a long time, emptying his mind of everything and relaxing.



When he finally got back, Xir’ag was selecting his own clothing from his huge wardrobe. He had a big pile of robes thrown on the bed, some jewellery, scarves, pants, shirts, and shoes. He looked confused and turned to Sajore holding a bright red cloak in front of him.



“No,” Sajore said, shaking his head and walked past him to his own little pile of clothes, pulling his tunic on.



Xir’ag snorted behind him and continued to rummage.



Finally, when Sajore was fully dressed and sitting on an armchair far enough away to avoid the clothing storm, Xir’ag stood up, yelling, “Ha,” and held up a knee length velvety, bluish-black garment that had an open back and long, broad sleeves. He smiled happily, kicking the rest of the clothes back into the closet and closed the doors with a bang.



He threw away his wizard cloak and ran to the shower, leaving Sajore alone again. He came back some minutes later and Sajore was still sitting in his chair, not having moved an inch, a questioning look on his face.



Xir’ag had wrapped his hair up with a long blue silk lace and he had some strange glimmering make-up on his face. He pulled on high heeled black boots and long black tights, throwing the bluish velvet ’gown’ on after that.



Sajore had to stand up. After looking at those strange clothes he had thought Xir’ag would look ridiculous but he seemed to know what he was doing. He looked so good that Sajore’s mouth watered. His slim, long neck looked even longer with the open back of the cloth, and it did not look like a gown on him. It was designed to follow his every feature and made him look absolutely stunning. Sajore felt as if his own clothes were plain and boring as he took hold of Xir’ag’s shoulders, his eyes glowing.



The drow smiled wickedly to him. “You seem to like my clothes.” He grinned as he pulled the vampire closer, grabbing the front of his trousers.



Sajore grinned and kissed him deeply. Suddenly he didn’t feel like going to the party anymore. There was nothing interesting for him there. All he wanted was right here, in his arms. He nibbled to the drows ear tip, sliding his tongue along his long neck and growling softly.



But soon the drow gently loosened Sajore’s grip. He looked into the vampires eyes apologetically and kissed his cheek. “I’m sorry. I’m expected to be there already.” He took a long cape from a hook beside the door and opened the door. “We have to go separately but I have arranged so that we are sitting at the same table. So, just follow the servants when you arrive at the hall.” He smiled and kissed Sajore before hurrying away.



Sajore slammed the door shut and went back into the bedroom. His cock was throbbing with need and irritation filled his gut. ‘Why the hell did he have to be in such a hurry?’ He walked around the room for awhile and then stomped unwillingly down the hallways to the great hall.



The magical lights surprised him. There were swirling yellow and orange lights, like flames up above everything and green spirals dancing on the walls. He looked around until he found a servant and unpleasantly inquired where he should go.



The man pointed him to a table next to the big platform where the Matron Mother and her priestesses would sit. They were not around yet, but Xir’ag was sitting at the table already. Sajore walked over to him, cutting into Xir’ag’s and an old man’s heated conversation. He smiled at the man, revealing his fangs and turned to Xir’ag, who giggled into his hand.



The hall started to fill with people and sounds and finally the Matron took her place among the priestesses, announcing the dinner had started.



A long list of food followed. There was everything anyone could ever hope for. Some of the foods were even from the surface. A servant brought him a glass of blood and reminded him that there was more if he so desired it. It was fresh and warm and Sajore didn’t ask where it was from. It tasted like drow blood and he drank it happily, at least he wouldn’t have to go out and hunt tonight.



There were music and poetry performances, even a short play with a few actors. Wine was popular and little by little the voices in the hall got louder and the tension eased. Xir’ag didn’t drink anything. He nibbled on some food and participated curtly in some boring conversations, unlike Sajore who grumped in his chair after drinking the blood. He had never been good with people or parties and this was no exception. He didn’t like the attention his fair complexion and dark hair got and glared everyone who dared lay their eyes on him. All of this seemed to be funny to Xir’ag, who chuckled in the next chair. Finally the food was carried away and the Matron rose to talk.



Suddenly Xir’ag pressed his lips to his ear, “I need to go for awhile. Go to the balcony, first row, in the corner and wait for me there,” he whispered before he stood up and walked quickly away.



Sajore’s shoulders slumped as he sat there until the Matron had said whatever she had said. The people started to move around, gathering on the balcony’s above and on the chairs in front of a big stage. Sajore stood up and walked up to a balcony right in front of the stage, going to the place that Xir’ag had told him to go. There was an older lady already sitting there, but he growled at her, moving the woman by the hand and sitting in her place. The woman started to complain, but when he flashed his fangs at her, she hurriedly moved away. Sajore snickered to himself.



Soon he was desperately bored again. He stared at the stage until everyone was in their places. ‘Maybe something will finally happen’.



He smelled a strange scent and saw the servant light up several pots, filled with strange bubbling matter. A soothing, dizzying scent flowed around the hall as strange, erotic music started to play from the stage. Everyone turned their heads to look.



A drow stepped to the stage. Sajore blinked in shock and almost jumped up from his chair. The dancer had on a long, velvety, white see-through skirt that concealed his long legs and just barely covered his private areas. Other than that, he only had some velvet laces tied around his hands and body. He looked amazing, more beautiful than Sajore had ever thought possible.



His hair was still pulled back and revealed his beautiful long neck that was now covered with some strange white markings that coiled all the way up to his face and upper body. Sajore looked around and noticed that he was not the only one who admired the sight before him.



But he seemed to be the only one that the drow saw. Xir’ag stared straight at him above the crowd. This reminded him so much of their first meeting that Sajore’s stomach flinched happily.



The inviting sensual music started to play louder from the background and the drow slowly started to move to the music. The drow closed his eyes and surrendered to the sway of the music. His slim body writhed, his hands rising and moving along the lines of his body. His red eyes opened just lightly and he turned his blurry gaze to the vampire. His neck bent backwards, his hands draping over his naked upper body. The music seemed to come to life within him. He moved so gracefully, his muscles gleaming in the faint magical light.



Sajore felt like he was going to fall from his chair and grasped the arms of the chair. He was glad that he was sitting on the dark balcony, because the lust in his eyes had to be apparent to anyone who saw him. Suddenly, his pants felt too tight and his mouth too dry and he dizzily realized that he had probably never been this aroused.



For an instant he started to wonder how the hell Xir’ag had ended up being a dancer at the party, but then again, they had not known each other for that long and had spoken even less, maybe this was something he did every time there was a party. He started to enjoy the looks Xir’ag received from everyone in the crowd, women and men. The thought that he was the only one who had access to that gorgeous man was very arousing.



The fragile wizard lifted his skirt with his hands slowly so that his thighs were showing. He raised his foot, making the other leg’s long toes lean hard on the floor as he lowered his entire weight on them. His leg rose to the roof, dropping the skirt off, all the way to his private parts, which were fortunately covered with more white silk. He dropped his hands to the floor and snaked his back almost completely to the floor.



His movements clearly enticed everyone to want more, his back arched from the floor and he rose back up, moving his body with the seductive music, like a cobra. His hands circled each other, moving slowly over his head and suddenly freeing his hair from the white silken ribbon. The white hair draped over his shoulders softly and soon flowed through the air as he flung himself into motion with the music again.



Sajore could not remove his eyes from the sight before him. After what seemed like second to Sajore, the music lowered down tormenting, and Xir’ag settled onto the ground, with his hands on his head and his skirt around him.



A storm of applause filled the huge hall as Xir’ag slowly stood up and moved his eyes to the audience. He bowed and turned around, moving his eyes to where Sajore was sitting. Just before he turned his back to the audience, Sajore had time to see a glimpse of an impish smile on his face. He felt like he was going to suffocate.



He had to take a while to calm himself enough to move, but when he finally stood up, he raced trough the mass of people and found his way to the back door of the performers.



“Stop,” an angry voice told him when he reached the door. “There is no access here. The performers are not to be disturbed. They are… forbidden fruit for tonight. So, you can just move to the crowd and find someone else,” the low-grade priestess told him, smiling wickedly. “Of course… I am free for the night,” she added, lifting her hand slowly to his chest.



Sajore snorted and disappeared into thin air.



The priestess was left alone, to stare in front of her in irritated amazement.



Sajore was back on the balcony and sat back down in his chair, gritting his teeth. ‘You could have told me at least something!’ He was getting irritated. Other people were leaving downstairs to continue the party and soon the music continued again. He half expected Xir’ag to appear on the stage once again, but only a group of half dressed women came into sight. Soon there was a group of young men too, but none of those dancers had the same grace in their movements as Xir’ag had had.



Sajore grunted to himself and rested his chin on his fist. He was now alone up in the balcony and the voices downstairs began to sound stronger. Drows were beginning to get drunk. Even the Matron Mother laughed happily at her table, leaning against a beautiful young drow man.



He never even noticed Xir’ag before he was standing just behind him. He turned around quickly, smelling the young man.



“Did you enjoy the show?” Xir’ag asked, smiling wickedly, almost laughing at his depressed expression, his painted face glowing in the dark.



The vampire’s expression lifted when he opened his mouth. “Very much so… how the hell did you get there?” Sajore laughed and draped his hands around the drow, not caring one bit if they were seen.



Xir’ag didn’t stop him. “Oh, I just walked up the stairs and crept very quietly behind you,” the drow whispered innocently, caressing his hair and neck.



“I didn’t mean that, I meant on the sta… mmmm…” Xir’ag kissed him, filling his mouth with his sweet taste.



Sajore moved away a bit. “Wait, wait… we’re in a public place… isn’t this a bit risky?”



Xir’ag smirked. “Nobody will come here. I locked the door to the stairs and besides, the party is downstairs and there are enough bedrooms around here with better access anyways, if someone is in need of one.” Xir’ag winked at him and flashed his naughty smile again.



It took a second before Sajore stood up and lifted Xir’ag up, gripping his buttocks in his hands, grinning widely. “In that case, this balcony is ours alone… and believe me, right now, I can’t keep my hands off of you, thanks to your dancing.” He kissed the drow hungrily, driving his tongue into the depths of his mouth and suffocating the words that the drow was about to say.



Xir’ag answered his kiss with the same passion, draping his hands around his back and pulling his legs up. Sajore walked them to the back of the balcony, to a long, high table. Just the perfect height, it seemed, as he lowered Xir’ag to sit on it. His hardened organ was jutting through his leather pants and Xir’ag could feel it pressing between his legs as he kept them draped around Sajore’s waist.



“Mmmmm, perfect,” the drow murmured as he helped pull the black tunic over Sajore’s head and started to open the laces of his pants, licking his lips hungrily. He gasped in surprise when Sajore stilled his fingers and lifted his hands up. Xir’ag looked up at him questioningly.



The vampire smiled softly, admiring his beautiful face.



The drow still had the paint on him. It glimmered in the magical light. His features mixed with the paint, making him look like something out of a fairytale. He was so beautiful.



Sajore touched his face with his fingertips, sliding them over his long lashes, his high cheekbones, the painted spirals on his cheeks, following them to his neck, removing the soft fabric on the way back.



Xir’ag closed his eyes under the silken touch and sighed.



“You are so beautiful,” Sajore whispered and Xir’ag answered with a happy smile. The vampire’s hands slid lower, pulling the cloth away from Xir’ag and revealing more silky ebony skin.



Xir’ag leaned on the wall behind him, his eyes fluttered open. “You do know that I danced for you? That it was all for you,” he whispered with a husky voice.



Sajore nodded and kissed his lips softly. He had seen it. He had felt it. Despite the beautiful words and his calm actions, Sajore’s organ was throbbing painfully in his pants. He moved closer to Xir’ag so he could feel it too.



Xir’ag’s eyes opened more and he gave him a lopsided grin.



“Believe me, that dance had an effect,” Sajore laughed and kissed Xir’ag again.



Xir’ag giggled against his lips and jerked his hips closer to the demons throbbing manhood.



Sajore pulled up the velvet cloth that Xir’ag was wearing, only to find out that he had nothing on under it. It hung low on his waist, revealing almost everything to Sajore’s gaze.



Xir’ag flushed a bit and flashed a small grin. “Another surprise… I had to dance for Lloth. That also obliges me to be one of her servants tonight. As you heard the priestess downstairs say, we are forbidden fruits tonight. Are you ready to defy the Gods?”



That was like an invitation to Sajore. He felt incredible hunger to take the drow right then and there. He growled and kissed Xir’ag’s neck, lifting his head up and burying his hands to his soft hair.



Xir’ag moaned, closing his eyes and spreading his legs more, pressing himself against Sajore.



The kisses stopped and Xir’ag opened his eyes involuntarily. Sajore was breathing heavily. He had opened his pants, throwing away the laces and ripping the trousers open. His organ bobbed free from the pants and he moved closer to him once again. His hungry eyes drifted over Xir’ag’s body, his fingers tracing his nipples and his neck, staying there a bit longer, then lifting his head for another filling kiss. Sajore’s growing fangs scraped Xir’ag’s tongue, drawing a drop of blood. The vampire sucked his tongue like a hungry wolf and growled in satisfaction, tasting the fresh blood.



Xir’ag gripped the vampires back and moaned into his mouth.



Sajore took a firm hold of his buttocks and lifted him closer to his pulsing organ.



He felt the hot organ at his entrance and whimpered softly, ‘Not yet, not yet!’ Flashbacks from their first time, the first, very painful time, filled his mind and he tried to disentangle himself from the demanding demons bloody kiss. He had to pull away, ripping his hair from his grasp, before the demon seemed to wake up from his bloodlust, his yellow eyes opening and seeing Xir’ag’s scared, red eyes in front of him. “Please… not so fast,” the drow begged, licking his swollen lips, almost unable to talk with his numb tongue.



The demon blinked, but then smiled softly.



Xir’ag felt the organ move away from his entrance and demanding fingers immediately replace it. The hungry fingers crawled inside of him, fast, thrusting into the tight opening. Xir’ag moaned, half from the pleasure, half from the sudden pain and arched his head back.



The demon grinned at him. “Not to worry my love, I would never hurt you… badly.” That was all that he said before quickly pulling his fingers out again.



Xir’ag felt the big organ once again being placed at his entrance and how it began to invade his tight heat.



The demon moved slowly, torturing him, inch by inch, nibbling his neck at the same time.



Suddenly, Xir’ag’s eyes snapped open as the demon thrust into him with full force. They both cried out, the demon half because he knew Xir’ag would.



The vampire laughed into his pointy ear, biting the tender tip of it, as he kept thrusting in, clasping Xir’ag’s buttocks tightly. Xir’ag yelped, his eyes filled with tears of pleasure, flowing down his cheeks and smearing the paint on his face. He hugged the demon hard, crying out with every thrust that bit deep inside him. Suddenly he felt the demons fingers trailing closer to his entrance as he slowed down. The other hand soon pushed the drow against the wall and he looked up at Sajore.



The demon was licking his fangs and staring down at him, hungrily. “That tight ass of yours could take more in, huh?” His eyes glowed as he grinned evilly.



“You and your harsh words again… y-you like to talk… ah… dirty,” Xir’ag whispered slowly, shaking his head and chuckling.



The demon lifted his hand tenderly to the wall, followed by the other, then captured both of his wrists and locked them up above his head. His other hand was now trailing back to his entrance where his organ still slowly moved inside of him, giving him slow waves of pleasure and making his mind hazy. His organ rocked slowly to the rhythm of the vampire, hitting his stomach with every thrust.



The vampire smiled at him, a warm and calming smile, just as Xir’ag’s breath froze and his eyes widened as he felt an incredible fullness. The demon crammed three of his fingers inside of him, stretching his opening so much that he felt like he was going to split in two. He yelled as the demon rushed into him. ‘Too much, too much!’ His brains yelled but he couldn’t get the words out.



“Ahhhh, so tight…” the demon moaned into his ear as he thrust in, deeper and harder.



Xir’ag couldn’t move, he could do nothing but try and breathe. His eyes were still wide, staring into the demons wicked, happy eyes as he filled him to the brim.



Soon the vampires expression began to change. His eyes blurred and the grasp on his wrists became flimsy.



Xir’ag moved his hands into the demons, folding their fingers together.



The demon revealed his fangs as the waves of his orgasm took him over and for the last time, he thrust deep into him, driving his fingers as deep as he could.



Xir’ag cried out as he felt the warm liquid fill him and begun to flow out of him.



The demon on top of him slid his organ inside of him a few times, shaking with pleasure. Then he stopped, breathing heavily above him, his long black hair gently caressing Xir’ag’s chest.



Xir’ag slowly moved his hands to the vampire’s shoulders and from there to his neck, hugging him, letting him lean on him. He was breathing fast too, he felt exhausted and too full. He took a hold of Sajore’s hand and pulled the fingers slowly out, whimpering.



Sajore lifted his head with a look of confusion, embarrassment and complete tired fulfilment. “I- I’m sorry,” he stammered, finally sliding out of him.



Xir’ag felt how the juices inside of him spilled out onto the table, smearing all over everything and making his sitting place sticky.



He didn’t know what to say, at the same time he felt ashamed to beg for more, but his throbbing organ reminded him painfully of his own unreleased state and made him wince. “My love…you left me in a painful state, and I’m not talking about my ass, that got all that it could take,” he grinned evilly as Sajore’s eyes moved away and he looked ashamed.



“You and the demon seem to be speaking the same language,” he chuckled and smiled faintly. He felt like he had gone overboard again. Why did he have to totally loose control when the demon came out? He could remember everything he had done, but could not control any of it. He kissed Xir’ag tenderly and then lowered his head. He kissed the tip of his organ, caressing his balls gently. He licked the top of his organ and took it slowly to his mouth, soon starting to suckle the organ demandingly, his tongue teasing every tender spot on him. It wasn’t long before Xir’ag started to breathe harder, pushing his organ deeper into Sajore’s throat. He whined as Sajore suckled, caressing his balls and helping his mouth with his other hand to cover all of his organ. He licked the tender slit on the tip then plunged the organ deep into his throat, covering it completely. He sucked hard as he let it slide slowly out of his mouth and then sucked it back in, his pace becoming considerably faster.



Xir’ag thrust deep into his throat, not fearing about Sajore catching his breath, as he didn’t have any.



The vampire tightened his lips around his organ, humming and letting the vibrations flow through his erection.



Xir’ag closed his eyes, grimacing as he felt how the pressure gathered in his groin. He felt like his world was turning upside down. He grasped Sajore’s hair as he thrust deep into his wet, hot mouth, balancing himself by placing his feet on Sajore’s shoulders. His toes dug into his shoulder muscles as he came, the hot torrent of his essence rushing into Sajore’s throat, as he moaned out his pleasure. His cum poured out, spilling onto Sajore’s tongue and smearing his lips. He gripped the vampire’s hair so hard that Sajore wanted to scream. Finally Xir’ag collapsed back against the desk, dropping his hands to his sides and gasped for his breath, smiling a consummated smile at the vampire who was licking his lips clean of the sticky white substance.



Sajore rose up, smiling and kissed him, pushing his tongue into his mouth and filling him with the taste of himself. “Do you think they heard us? The Matron Mother sits right under this balcony,” Sajore laughed and tickled his neck with his hair.



Xir’ag grinned. “I made a barrier for the sound. They can’t hear us. But, either way, I’m sure we would have been safe. Listen to the music. It’s so loud they can’t hear themselves.”



It was true, Xir’ag had to yell for Sajore to hear him. He was about to start fastening his pants back when he noticed that the lace was gone and his pants were ripped open in the front. He looked questioningly at Xir’ag. It seemed he had acted a bit harshly… or, not him, the demon.



“You bite this open?” He questioned Xir’ag teasingly.



Xir’ag laughed at him.



Sajore was still a bit ashamed of all the things he had dared to do. But then again, he could blame the demon for it and Xir’ag didn’t seem to mind. He grinned to himself.



Xir’ag lifted himself up from the sticky table and winced. His backside was a bit numb.

“How do you suppose we are going to walk out of here with your clothes torn to shreds and me limping like this?”



Sajore shook his head in confusion. The demon didn’t seem to think things through very well.



Slowly they slipped downstairs. The party was loud, drows were drinking and dancing, kissing in the corners, some couples were leaving the room, some coming back. There was a fight in one of the hallways to the right, magical lights flashing around. The Matron Mother was nowhere to be seen, but the priestesses, all except one, were there. The one priestess that was always pestering Sajore grinned as she saw a glance of him.



Sajore grunted and suddenly had a dangerous blast of insanity. Grinning widely he took Xir’ag’s hand and pulled him closer to him. With a fast dangerous glance to the priestess he kissed Xir’ag passionately in front of everyone, grasping his butt into his hands and pulling him against him, exploring his mouth with his tongue.



Xir’ag stared at him with a shocked expression on his face, but slowly gave in to the kiss, pulling his arms around his neck and jerking his waist closer to his crotch.



The priestess froze, stood up, and stared at them with an open mouth. She desperately tried to stammer something, but only a wheeze left her throat. The other women around her turned to look too, but they just laughed and pointed at them, one of them grinned and whistled.



Slowly they stopped kissing and Sajore lifted his gaze to the Matron’s table to notify Xir’ag of what he was thinking.



Xir’ag grinned back and in some form of an agreement, they both turned their heads to look at the priestess.



Sajore winked at her for the last time, letting go of Xir’ag’s butt and pulling his hand around his shoulder and leading the way out of the hall. “Well, that went well,” he said, with his head spinning.



Xir’ag stared at him and started to laugh hysterically.



***



His head ached. He lifted it slowly from the soft pillow and looked around. They were in his room, Sajore was tangled on him, his hands on his stomach and his head over his crotch. He lifted his hands to look at the white paint still covering his skin. It was now smudged and not so clear anymore, but still sharp enough to glow in the dark room. He giggled to himself remembering the night before… the night before…



“Oh shit,” he buried his head in his hands. ‘They know. Damn it, I should have been more careful. I should have known. Of course there was something in the air, not just sweet smells.’ He moved to get out of the bed and into the bathroom, but he woke up Sajore with his movements.



The vampire looked up at him drowsily and draped his hands around his waist. “Don’t go yet,” he pouted.



“I have to pee… and we can’t sleep, we have to figure out what to do… they know, remember?”



The vampire rolled around in the bed, burying his head into the pillows. “Ah. So what? They don’t believe in love, so they think that this is just sex. They have always known that you are gay, you know that... So, it shouldn’t be such a big surprise. Don’t panic!” Sajore turned onto his back and pulled Xir’ag down with him, hugging him tightly. “Sexual relationships have never been forbidden in drow houses, am I correct? So, why worry?” He continued, kissing his painted cheeks.



Xir’ag still looked suspicious. It couldn’t be that simple.



“All we have to do is to hide our true feelings… and that’s what we have been doing all this time, so there won’t really be any change.”



Xir’ag stared into his eyes and wondered if that could maybe be true. Maybe he was all worked up over nothing.



“Now… do you remember what else happened last night?” Sajore asked casually.



Xir’ag blushed and buried his head in Sajore’s armpit as the vampires mouth twisted with laughter.



As it happened, they had nothing to worry about. Everyone had been so drunk and hazy from the wine and the magic that nobody really remembered anything that had happened during the long night.



Everyone except the priestess, she knew. She stared at them angrily as they walked into the audience chamber later that day to find a very tired and irritated Matron Mother with a hangover and her even more tired guests, sipping some wine and staring in front of them quietly. They slowly retreated from everyone’s eyes and made their way back to Xir’ag’s rooms, spending the rest of the day lazily in bed, without anyone disturbing them.