The True Mate

CHAPTER SIX

Minori watched entranced with the way Tristan’s mouth took the food. His breath caught in his throat as the blonde’s fingers touched him more and more, slipping higher to his hip. Kami, if anyone saw… the thrill of it all was enough to make him weak. He almost didn’t want to eat, just to leave Omura-san money and go to the inn.

Wetting his lips he nodded. He would have taken his time but as he ate his eel he thought better of it and ate more quickly than usual. Typically he was a slow eater, tasting and savoring every morsel but there were other thing he wished to savor and taste tonight.

He finished his eel quickly and pulled the amount of yen from his bundle to pay for their meal then reached to the side of the counter to snatch up a sheet of newspaper to wrap their potato korokke. He wrapped the small korokke quickly, his hands trembling, then stuffed them into his bundle.

“Thank you Omura-san for supper.”

“Huh? Oh you’re welcome Minori.” Omura replied not turning around.

Minori turned his eyes to Tristan and held out his hand. “Come,”

Even though he sort of anticipated Minori to feed himself slowly, in an erotic manner, he found that something about the rushed way he brought the eel to his mouth and devoured it, was even more stirring than any sensual display.

'He's hurrying... he wants... he wants me.' Tristan realized, still entranced in Minori's eating, which was over far too quickly. In moments Minori had taken care of the bill and was leading Tristan, hand in hand, back into the rain. His excitement became desperate, softened only by the realization of a pale blue tint in the East.

"Minori. Where are we going?" He finally asked, but as the words left his mouth, they came to a stop at a small building, quite squished between two other rather residential looking places. "Is this an Inn?" Tristan asked breathlessly. Nodding, Minori ushered him on.

Everything seemed like a blur to him. Minori's hand, the short walk, the rain, the sun trying to catch them off-guard, the surly Inn-Keeper with bags under his eyes, the sound of currency being exchanged... perhaps he had lost more blood than he thought, for his mind was quite clouded with all of these notions. Or perhaps, he realized and gripped Minori's hand even tighter, that his blood wasn't lost, just transported to an organ which eagerly awaited release.

Leaning toward his lover's ear, "Minori, I need you," he said in a deep voice, a seductive voice that surprised even him. He sensed an immediate shudder travel about Minori's spine and curled his lips in pleasure at the responsive body of his mate. 'I think your mind is strong, Minori, but your body would tell me its deepest secrets if I but asked it with a kiss.'

Quickly he bit the lobe of Minori's ear, and then retracted. Finally the Inn-Keeper gave Minori a small key and together they raced up the wooden stairs to the end of the hall. 'I shouldn't distract him, but I simply can't help it.' Tristan thought while wrapping his arms around his lover and slipping his hand inside the robe to torment a warm nipple, all while poor, dear, trembling Minori fought with the lock and key. At last the key turned and they entered the small and ordinary room like anxious children.

He almost couldn’t bear it; he was so hard he ached! Never, never had he been like this. Never had he wanted someone to lavish and devour him so completely Minori quickly closed the door and locked it, then he pushed Tristan to the futon upon the floor, hungry to taste his lips. However, he had something else in mind and his tasting could wait. Tristan did need another lesson.

“Do not move if you do I won’t let you near me for two days.” He promised and began to back away, looking for the lamp. Strange, he could see a faint outline of things within the room and the windows were shut. He found it and the small book of matches, lit the lamp and stepped further away.

Reaching behind him, he untied his obi slowly and let it fall to the floor, making sure he had Tristan’s attention. He did, why was he not surprised? And those eyes! They were cherry-crimson again, so bright and rich in color. They did change!

Minori smiled, slowly opening his kimono, letting it side from his shoulders, down his arms to pool at his feet. Then it was a matter of doing what he’d learned, what he’d been taught.

“You’ve been very bad Tristan-sama, touching me in public.” His voice held that familiar to him, seductive tone, the playfully scolding one. “Public displays of affection are taboo here in my country. If anyone happened to see…” He placed the slender fingers of his right hand upon his thigh and slowly trailed them upward. “It would look very bad on us both.”

He smiled skillful, swaying his hips a little, watching Tristan’s breath hitch and applied his left hand to his body, touching himself in ways he knew would drive him further to the edge. “I want you to remember this. I want you to remember you are the only one to have aroused me so powerfully I almost couldn’t control myself. I want you to watch and not move until I say so no matter how much you desire too. I want you to know that when I touch myself I’m imagining you touching me… then… I want you deep inside of me.”

And he sunk to his knees and grasped his cock, stroking lightly. The feel of his own hand while he was so hard felt so good he moaned deep but kept his eyes upon his lover, watching, waiting, seeing his fingers dig into the blanket upon the futon. Seeing the almost predatory look upon Tristan's face nearly made him cum but he resisted and Kami it was so difficult!

Half sitting, half laying on the futon, which he expected had experienced countless lovers before, he remained absolutely still. Even if this was some sweet game, which he was sure it was, he wouldn't risk moving, for he knew he would die if he couldn't be near his Minori for two whole days. 'Am I already that attached, that connected?'

Indeed, connection or no, he was completely and utterly entranced by his Flower. Listening intently to each word, he was surprised and aroused to learn that public displays of physical affection were so outlandish. In truth, public affection wasn't exactly welcome in England either, but to be told he shouldn't do it again... that just made him all the more eager for the next chance to molest his lover under prying eyes.

'What kind of desire is that?’ To actually want to be seen, petting and loving his Minori... surely that wasn't a natural thing... more like a fetish... one he worried he was slowly developing.

Breathing deeply he gazed upon Minori stroking himself. A little pinch in his mouth and his fangs were out. 'That body... I want it to cum... I want Minori to cry out in good feelings.' Tristan shook, his body seeking some way in which to move. As he trembled the robe shifted in the front and spread outward from his hips, revealing his large curved and eager member.

"Mi... Minori..." he said trying, and failing, to stay quiet, "Please... please erupt with pleasure... please... I want to see it... your face and your fliuds... please...." he growled from his stationary position. Breathing now, in such a way, that he feared he would over-inhale and pass out, he wiggled his hips, bobbing his penis lightly in the process, and each slight shimmy sent immediate reels of sharp pleasure through his body.

Minori couldn’t help the gasp that escaped him. Tristan’s almost dire need shown brightly through his eyes and for a moment, he felt it. He truly felt it and saw through Tristan’s eyes what he looked like. It was frightening. He’d never seen himself before just the other party. It was there for a moment, enough for him to see what Tristan saw and feel as he felt but then it was gone.

And yet his lover was behaving so well, better than anyone else who’d ever want this body of his. He watched as Tristan squirmed and the blonde’s penis came into view. His eyes devoured Tristan’s sharp breathing, the rapid rise and fall of his chest. Then Tristan wiggled so much his member bounced and he spoke. That voice laden with desire… it made his hand work that much faster that much harder. Tristan needed him so badly and he desperately wanted his lover, wanted him buried as far as he could get, as far as his body would take him.

However since Tristan was being so well behaved, so utterly breathtaking, something that wouldn’t go unrewarded, Minori wanted to see how far he could go, how far he could push before he either came or Tristan bolted from the bed and pounced upon him.

“Uhh…uhh…” He was dangerously close; right there about to step off the edge and it was taking every ounce of his will just to hold back. He had to do something else before he came. He slowed his hand, letting it slip between his legs to caress his sac, his other hand stroking his thigh.

“Mmm,” Minori licked his lips as pre-cum dripped from his penis. “When I let you take me will you bite me? I want to feel you all over me.”

"I will..." he said in a deadly low voice, "bite every inch of you." His back arched, his hips spread ever so slightly and he began to flex his stomach muscles, tightening and releasing, clenching and unclenching his internal muscles at the same time, causing his erection to jerk upward with each flex as if pulled by some invisible string.

Focusing his mind, though all of this maddening torture, he urged these feelings toward his lover. Groaning suddenly as his own tactic was thrown back at him, and he enjoyed the sensations of Minori massaging his own scrotum, his body on the slippery slope of ultimate release, he bared his teeth and gripped the sheet beneath him so tightly, the room filled with the sound of fabric tearing.

Shrugging his shoulders suddenly, his robe loosened and fell limply about his shoulders, revealing at last his nipples, hard and hungry. "Minori..." his teeth gave him a slight accent, "turn yourself, but keep your face toward me. I wish to see your back, so that I might watch the Phoenix writhe." He spoke with amazing control, considering all that was happening inside of him.

For a year, he'd been a vampire, yet never once had his body delved into these feelings and instincts. His pulse raced and his body grew hotter and hotter until the contrast of his own heat and cool morning air of their room, fogged up his glasses. 'I shouldn't be wearing them right now anyway,' he realized, 'for they are supposed to make me look dignified, and I'm sure, laying here, thrusting in the air, boiling with anticipation, that I look anything but.'

Minori refused, not this morning. It would make it too difficult for him to watch Tristan and Kami he was a creature of divine beauty. Panting heavily around a guttural groan, he suddenly ceased touching himself. He just wanted to watch for a moment, an agonizing moment.

Watching the kimono fall, seeing his lover so primed for climax was entirely too much for him to bear. Minori found himself crawling, very much like a hungry feral creature stalking its prey with seduction, toward Tristan. He just wanted to be close, wanted to feel his breath upon his skin…

“You are still… mmm,” he licked his lips again as his eyes locked with his lover’s glorious manhood. He wanted that, wanted it until he screamed. “not allowed to touch me but I want you to cum on my skin.”

He came just inches away just close enough for temptation to easily take over and began stroking himself hard and fast. “Ngggaaaa, Tristan-sama!” He came hard, violently, and moved closer so his seed would splash upon his lover’s legs and in his lap.

There would be no beautiful Phoenix watching... but Tristan could see by the expression of beauty and determination on Minori's face, that something much better would be awarded to him.

Still twisting his lips like a cat, eagerly wanting to bite, desperately showing its fangs in an attempt to allure and terrify, Tristan grinned at his approaching lover. His words, like his gaze, drove Tristan into stagnant insanity.

'Not allowed to touch! I might as well stop the beating of my heart!' Yet to his extreme surprise he was able to resist pulling his lover forward and roughly impaling him with his swollen, and dripping cock. Instead he just breathed... in quickly and out with a slight growl. Minori was so close now, having positioned himself barely beyond the futon.

As his fingers went to work sliding up and down his slender, gorgeous penis, Tristan also exerted an effort, flexing harder than before, letting the momentum of his swaying member become such, that it was as if phantom hands gripped him and pumped him.

"Ngh.... unnnn.... I.... ngh....." he could barely form words, and when the long awaited hot splash of his lover, drenched his lower body, covering his aching cock in unbearable warmth, he knew that words no longer mattered and groaned in the incoherent language of ecstasy almost screaming as he did so. "Gahhhhh!"

Exploding, just as his lover wanted, directly onto that alabaster skin, giving Minori's chest and neck a glossy sheen, he panted in sudden exhaustion and his arms, which had held him up, gave way. Laying down, breathing in loud shallow breaths, he wished that at last, Minori would end their physical separation and hold him.

Minori groaned as Tristan painted him, reveling in the feel of that warm fluid upon his skin. But they weren’t finished yet, no, not yet even if Tristan now lay prone upon what would soon be their bed for the night. He still wished Tristan to enter his body.

Moving upon trembling limbs, Minori quickly flopped down upon his lover, in between his legs and nipped at his lips, slowly grinding their cocks against each other to awaken them and spread their cum. “I’m quite impressed,” he panted. “But you may touch me now, don’t you wish too my Kawaii?”

Minori ground his cock into Tristan’s hard and rubbed their chest together. Then he lifted one of Tristan’s hands and took his index finger into his mouth, sucking gently, massaging the finger with his tongue.

“Oooh,” He breathed as his nether region awakened. Deciding his rear needed penetration and attention, he pushed Tristan’s hand down to his ass. “Please, Tristan slip it… mmm inside of me.”

His body was still twitching and recovering from his 'hands off' climax, when his lover answered his prayers and ended their period of non-touch. With Minori nibbling his lip and grinding into him, leaving his cock little time to recuperate, he felt as though he were drifting away in a stream, both cold and hot at the same time, and flooded with weightlessness.

At that moment he really noticed the dire need within him... for blood. Groaning at the hips pressing into his, and the friction dominating his spent penis, he felt almost delirious, Fantasies zipped through his mind's eye and he couldn't decide if they were the conjurations of the ancient spirit, his own devices, or perhaps borrowed from Minori's own select imagination.

The fantasies showed Tristan gripping Minori's hips, while his lover's face lay against the soft futon, and ramming deeply into him, claiming him with his words, calling him 'Precious Minori...Delicate Minori.. My Pleasure in existence.' Another fantasy replaced that one, and revealed Tristan lying sweetly on top of his mate, having placed his leg over his shoulders to widen and expose Minori's teasing anus. This one was so sweet, he craved it to become a reality in the same way he suddenly craved the feel of his fangs sinking into soft flesh.

Coming back to his senses for a moment he felt his finger inside something warm, being caressed and wetted at the same time. "Nnnnnn... so nice..." he murmured and smiled, drawing his lips upward, his fangs still present. Then he heard his lover begging him to insert his wetted finger into that place which he had come to adore.

"I love you, Minori," he whispered as he pressed his finger inside. Lust mixing with hunger, and love mixing with complete fascination, he wiggled the next finger into him. But wanting his ass to stay really tight for his later enjoyment, he denied the hungry orifice its full meal of all three fingers.

"Hnn...haa....Minori..." his breathing intensified, and his lips sucked at the soft flesh of his lover's neck. 'I need it... I won't last... Minori... I won't be able to please you.' Submitting fully to his body's urgent demands he bit down, submerging his teeth into the jugular vein, drawing forth the red life.

Holding the arching back tightly with one hand, while the other pinned Minori to him through its insertion into his quivering rectum, he fed gently but desperately. 'I'm so sorry Minori, I should have foreseen this.’

Minori heard Tristan’s voice in his head; it was hungry, powerful, sensual, and apologetic all at once and yet as always it sang to him, how he loved Tristan’s beautiful voice. He wanted to hear more of it and even in his searing desire to have that last finger added, to have his lover fill him whole and cum deep within him, he tried to communicate back purely upon instinct.

‘Speak to me again… please.’ He thought gently yet with a forceful desire dripping with his pleasure.

He felt his lover’s fangs sinking into his neck and cried out as he felt his blood leaving him. It was vibrantly sensual and he leaned in his lover, his hands slipping to grip his lover’s shoulders as stars ignited behind his eyes. Cum shot between them, coating them both as he vibrated in ecstasy, sobbing for more, begging Tristan to bite him harder, deeper.

He tried another communiqué, tried to send his bliss to his lover, let him know how he felt when his lover drank from him like this.

Minori grew weak either from blood loss or two beautifully body wracking completions in one night he wasn’t sure, he didn’t care. The only thing that meant anything to him in this one delightful moment was Tristan and how warm and comforting he felt lying spent atop him, their skin drenched in sweat and sweetly scented cum.

“Tristan-sama…Tristan…Tristan…” He breathed though his pants.

As he drank of his mate, he felt that they were no longer two separate entities writhing in tandem. In fact, with each swallow of the precious liquid, he found himself able to discern Minori's emotions, his thoughts, his mental plea for Tristan to comfort him with words.

'My beautiful harbor, my Minori, is this really you? Calling to me so vividly? Are we finally as one?' Wanting to cry at this revelation, but unable to do so while his fangs were extended, he merely bit harder, lessening the physical distance between them even more.

Vivid undulations of pleasure filled his core. A deep purr erupted from his chest as he realized that these feelings were Minori's, but he wasn't accidentally experiencing them, his lover was willing them into him. 'I feel you, my love. All of you.'

Sharing emotionally in Minori's magnificent and sudden release, he jerked his neck, letting his teeth tug at the skin, repositioning them within his love and sucking fiercely while his lover rode out the tremors of his orgasm. 'I am pleased that even this penetration can be so fulfilling, but do not be spent yet, my dear one. For I have yet to properly make love to you this day.'

Gently growling and withdrawing his fangs, he licked his lips savoring the taste, which was complimented by the smell of fresh seed, slicked between them, kept warm by their still eager bodies. 'I will give you what you crave, my sweet, starting with this.' Grinning to himself, he slipped the third finger inside Minori's relaxed anus, causing it to suddenly retract at the blissful intrusion.

"Kiss me, Minori." He spoke, his chest still rumbling. "Kiss me, and I'll make love to you, in any way that you desire."

Thrilled beyond any description words could do justice too in hear his lover’s voice in his head, Minori wept in pure joy. He’d never been touched so and found in every moment Tristan touched a deeper part of him so tenderly, so lovingly, each time different. It made him feel so linked to him in this way almost as if he couldn’t discern where he ended and Tristan began. He deeply wished he could grow closer to him, learn all he could, and never be far from him.

Minori gasped as Tristan’s final finger entered him and tightened his muscles around him to feel ever finger and every inch of their sweetness. Lifting his head weakly, he obeyed, reveling in the sound of his lover’s vocal voice caressing his ears and that he’d made him purr once more. He wondered once more if he could do the same, purr, purr and show his lover that he too was contented.

“Slow…” He breathed softly as he pulled his head back a little. A tear trickled down his cheek. “Make love to… me slow… savor every… second as if it will… be our last.” It surely wouldn’t, but to Minori who’d never had such lovemaking, he was curious and wished to taste it.

Although Tristan said he loved him and he believed him, he’d been told by many those words and needed to be shown to know if it were genuine. He needed words and actions to feel safe enough to open his heart fully. It was cruel and unfair to his lover, he knew, but it was something he desperately needed. He wouldn’t have asked if it wouldn’t mean the universe to him, a place he had been told was vast and far reaching.

If Tristan was false in his words, Minori knew somewhere in his most secret, hidden place, a place he’d let no other touch, a place where he felt Tristan knocking gently in askance to be let in, that he’d lay down and die.

“Please?” He asked so timidly, meekly, frightened, and clinging to his lover. “Please Tristan.”

'As if it were to be our last...' those words hummed through his head as he held his breath, let himself ponder for a moment the true gravity of this image. "If I were to die, Minori, and leave you unsatisfied, I would come back from eternal darkness, and deliver you that which you desired, even if your only request was a mere kiss."

Slipping his fingers in and out, slowly and tenderly, he simply held his lover close, relinquishing all urgency from his body. Finally withdrawing them for good, a faint slurping sound emitting from Minori's hungry bowels, he cupped his love's face and pulled him close enough to let his tongue lick up the tears that had found their way down his cheeks.

With his fangs still at attention, he wondered if he looked like a lithe jungle cat cleaning its mate, grooming it, preparing it for an eternity of pleasure. His purring, which had remained almost a constant since he supped on Minori's blood, provided a gentle background for his soft licks.

After he had removed all sadness from his lover's pale face, let himself sink into a deep kiss, and very slowly rolled them over, so that he lay on Minori. Letting a hand roam downward he lifted Minori's leg, a little at first, while letting his middle grind against the prone Flower, and then higher.

Finally he drew the slender appendage up and over his shoulder, then worked on moving the other leg into a symmetrical position. All of this, he did with the utmost of attention, and keeping his movements as calm and fluid as possible. It seemed almost that he had worked them into a microcosm of soft motion, where things such as time did not exist.

With Minori's knees on either side of his head, he leaned down, feeling the flexible body bend easily to this position, and let his nose nuzzle the beautiful man below him. Slowly he reached up and removed his glasses. Still feeling the robe draping behind him, as he never fully removed it from before, he smiled at the accidental privacy it granted them from the world.

'You are mine, I could say it a million different ways, but in the end, actions do indeed speak louder than words, and it is now my turn to take you without the uncertainty of a virgin, without the use of any oils, without pounding need driving me. Instead, consider this, my moment to rule you body and soul, so that I can be sure you will never stray from me. And you can be certain; I will never stray from you.'

As his mind raced with the permanence of this act, he reached one hand down between them, and guided just the tip of his cock forward. Pressing it, rubbing it against the anus he waited and waited until the muscles grew tired of the teasing and released eagerly, wanting to draw him in.

'I fear it will be like fire at first,' he winced, already anticipating the sweet pain his lover would endure as he slid deeper and deeper. Still holding his member with his fingers he controlled the speed at which it invaded. Only pushing through past the head he paused and moaned into Minori's ear. "I'll linger like this forever, until you instruct me to advance. Every inch of my body, including this erection, is yours to command."

Minori’s breath hitched in his throat as Tristan spoke with his lips, saying something he’d never imagined anyone saying to him. His words held more a deep love and honesty and Tristan’s knocking upon his hidden door increased.

He trembled as his lover licked his tears away; seeming to be saying something to him he couldn’t hear through his eyes. He could feel the words again, feel their sincerity but he couldn’t hear them. That, in itself, made him ache. Where were they? Why couldn’t he hear Tristan’s mental voice as he had before? Did there need to be a certain ritual, a certain instance or even to make it happen?

Watching Tristan with hooded eyes, he lay still, letting his lover manipulate his body until he was in a position he knew well but decided would never feel as it had before. The flowing way Tristan rubbed against him awaked his desire once more and he let out a soft moan. He was being soft, gentle, and slow. Every movement was true and real.

Minori gasped as his entrance was teased sensually. His fingers tangled and gripped the blanket and he grit his teeth as Tristan’s cock slipped inside of him. Without the oil it was raw and a little painful. But Minori locked his eyes with his lover’s focusing upon him and willing his body to relax.

Slowly, almost agonizingly so, Tristan slipped further inside, filling him. “Aaahh,” Minori gasped, arching his back slightly. He heard Tristan’s voice, felt his lips upon his ear and quivered. He wanted… he needed a moment, just a tiny one.

Wetting his lips, Minori lifted his hands and caressed his lover’s handsome face. “I need you, deep, as far as you are able to go. Stay like that for a moment. I want to memorize how it feels to be filled by you.” Then he kissed him as passionately as he could ever kiss someone so, wrapping his arms about his neck.

With his mouth so suddenly filled with Minori's soft and dominating tongue, it was all he could do to maintain his current position inside of his lover. Gripping himself tightly at the base of his cock, he could feel himself swelling blood... blood he'd taken from Minori, and now sought to return to him in the form of deep penetration. Lifting for a swift second, he spoke in his deepest voice, "As you wish, Japanese Flower."

Using all the control he could muster he slid deeper, but still far from compete insertion. Pausing there for a moment, his lips returned to the desperate kiss, while the knees near his head quaked at the new depth. 'It's different, getting to explore him like this... it's so different than when he rode me our first time.'

Wanting to prolong every sensation, even if it tormented them, he shifted his hips, pulling the penis back toward the entrance, waited for three unbearable seconds then pushed forward again, lodging himself deeper.

"Ngh!" He groaned, but the sound was muted by Minori's lapping tongue, still commanding him, still entrancing him. Rocking his hips gently, he pulled back, a sliver at a time, until he was almost completely out of his lover, then, again, he drove himself inward, finding himself so deep this time that he had very little of himself left to grip.

With barely any room left, his fingers encircled his cock like a ring too tight for its finger. 'Never... never, Minori... never let this precious body pleasure anyone but me.... please... Minori... I would die.' He felt so desperate all of a sudden.

'I'll write my name inside you... lay a curse... set a trap... so that anyone who attempts this forbidden act, anyone who even looks at you with lust-filled eyes, will surely die.' It occurred to him that his eyes must be blazing as his passion overwhelmed him.

Slowing, pulling his cock outward, until he felt Minori's anus almost weep for him to remain embedded within, he shifted his hips and gave a burying thrust forward. Completely enveloped within his lover, he lifted his mouth, seeking verbal release to the rough and beautiful tension caressing every bit of him.

"Only me... Minori... ahhhhh... ngh...I want to be your most precious lover... I want to be your everything!" He cried out. Adjusting to the depth at last, he caught his breath, and began gently, slowly, claiming his lover.

Every second seemed a like a year the minutes became a lifetime and all the while, through it all, Minori felt his entire being filled with an unfathomable, mysteriously warm feeling. Was this what authentic and completely sincere love felt like? He was overwhelmed and dazed. Each slow movement never completely filling him, his body cried out where his voice had abandoned him and only the air passing quickly through his lungs made any hint of sound.

Tristan finally buried himself deep and Minori gasped, finding his voice again though it shook. “HAAaaaa!” He tightened his arms around his mate’s neck, his head lulling back to expose his throat. For the briefest of moments, he felt Tristan there, stretching him even now with his member delicately. He was full and throbbing pleasurably from the inside out.

Then he was caressed in and out with a steady rhythm. Minori arched and moaned, his toes curling, his fingers gripping and kneading, tangling in golden, soft locks. It was heaven and he was only growing closer.

As he felt himself climbing, he clenched the muscles in his rear, desperately wanting Tristan to follow, come into his beautiful mist of ecstasy with him. “Unnn…haaa…Tris…tan…haaa…nnnng…Kimochi, Kimochi! Kami Kimochi!” He fell in to his native language and soon could only utter the inane.

When he came it was unlike anything he’d ever felt in his life, he shattered into a million shards, melting and floating for the longest time before the shards hit the cool waters to reform and mold back into his complete physical form. He was left weeping, shaking, and gasping for air. And he knew without a doubt, Tristan had been honest.

He felt the swell of release take hold of his lover, just before he smelled the familiar, and rather savory, scent of Minori's ejaculation. Feeling his body becoming slick with sweat, breathing quickly, his hair dangling around and sticking to his damp face, he drove his hips down one last time, and quivered intensely, he began to empty himself into his lover.

"Minori!! Ahhh!" He screamed, drawing out the last sound, his voice quivering with it, as his body shook and writhed and rode aloft on pure fulfillment.

Gently sliding Minori's legs from his shoulders, and setting them so that they lovingly wrapped around his body, he relaxed entirely onto his lover, while still keeping his cock, spent and yearning to spill out of Minori's still twitching rectum. He refused to withdraw, not until he was certain that Minori understood the full meaning of their romantic intercourse.

'I will never let you go, Minori. Perhaps it is just because my Vampire body is so needful, or perhaps it is because I’m so terribly weak. But I know that I cannot live without you. I long for you to open to me...' Silently he wailed in his continued frustration and absolute need.

"I live only for your pleasure, my Minori. And your love." He spoke, fighting back tears of his own. Lifting his face, he let his tongue fall upon the newly wetted cheeks, drinking of Minori's tears yet again, and becoming ever closer to him because of it.

Minori held Tristan’s face still and pressed his lips to his in soft little kisses. The door was open; Tristan had found the key and unlocked it. He could come in and close it behind him, relocking it, and stay.

Slowly pulling away to smooth the blonde hair from Tristan’s captivating and intense eyes, he smiled as more tears of happiness trickled from his eyes. “Thank you…” Then he kissed him again and wrapped his arms around his back, hugging him tight as if to never let go, afraid if he did he’d disappear. His weight was reassuring.

“Tristan… it’s warm here, with you. I’m not cold anymore. I’m no longer empty. Will you hold me while we sleep?”

“I’ll never let you go.” Tristan replied, “In sleeping or in waking.” Still laying atop his lover, and still weakly inserted inside of him, he sensually nibbled and kissed and licked the soft neck under his mouth. As he did this he felt Minori’s pulse. ‘Calm... very calm... he’s so calm under me... every bit of him so thoroughly at ease. Did any other lover leave him so satisfied? Did he ever demand so much of anyone? And why can I not bring myself to pull out of him? Is it because he whispered that he no longer feels empty... and I am afraid, that if I remove myself from him in anyway, that warm full feeling will leave him? Or am I just selfish.’

As he lay there, his hips shifting slightly, feeling his cum starting to try and leak from Minori, squeezing along his cock, he growled and whimpered and felt suddenly very pathetic, wanting, needing to believe that his presence was strong enough to overcome physical boundaries. Wanting to sense that in some small way, no matter how far apart they might find themselves, it would impossible for this body, which he had claimed twice now, to forget him.

Presently his fangs receded and his kisses began to dance lightly, a soft physical lullaby played out on Minori’s neck and chest. While he did this, Tristan’s cock ached, begging to be freed from it’s confinement or to be allowed to engorge itself again for another round of pleasure. Groaning at the very thought of remaining inside of Minori, but realizing that it would do neither of them any good to over exert their bodies, even Vampirically altered, beyond the point of comfort.

Reaching down between them, he eased his flaccid manhood from his lover’s puckering hole. ‘His body already misses me... I must indeed feel different than previous lovers, for his inner walls to complain in this fashion.’ Feeling inclined to give Minori’s ass something to suck on as the precious Flower drifted into sleep, he slipped a finger where his cock had been moments before. Immediately the anus clenched around his digit, and he smiled.

‘It’s almost like a baby sucking it’s thumb when it gets sleepy.’ Satisfied that part of him could remain within Minori, he rested his cheek on his lover’s chest. Using the unsucked hand he pulled at the corner’s of the blanket and wrapped it over them. ‘You’ve changed me... even more than the transformation of becoming a Vampire... Minori... you’ve changed me. Thank you.’

In a bizarre moment, Minori had the urge to move. He couldn’t sleep like this, it was too reminiscent of others, people who had collapsed atop him and he never wanted to associate Tristan with any of them. He couldn’t even do so with the single finger hiding inside of him soothingly. Suddenly Tristan’s comforting weight seemed to press into him and growing heavier.

“No!” he shouted, starling even himself as he tensed. A slew of unwelcome memories flooded his mind and wriggled, pushing upon Tristan’s shoulders with his hands. “Not like this,” He breathed.

Minori, not intending to hurt Tristan, pushed him off his body almost in panic and scooted over. His hand shaking, he ran it through his hair then hugged the blanket to his chest. “I’m so sorry; I can’t… not like that but…” He lifted his eyes, terribly afraid he’d wounded his lover. “Please forgive me. I still wish to lay in your arms… I do not want you to feel like them.”

Looking at Minori, seeing his fears surfacing, seeing that tender body almost tremble... and feeling panic... terror.... the sick weight of helplessness... Tristan began to breathe quickly. As if lost to emotion, some of them his and some of them Minori’s, he stood up from the soft futon. ‘My greatest fear... that I would do something, or say something like them... like one of the men who’d degraded him.... who did not make love, rather took their pleasure in paid for rape... I cannot even look at him right now.’


Adjusting his robe, tying the strings where it had been untied, and smoothing out the wrinkles from before, when he had laid on the futon in amazed desire, he walked toward the small door. ’It’s still day outside, what on earth could you be thinking you fool?’ But he knew the corridor would be dark, and the stairs, if he didn’t walk in direct rays, would pose little threat. Perhaps he wouldn’t need to go that far... perhaps he would find what he needed just down the hall.

As he unlocked the door, he tried to communicate with his lover. But he felt crushed when their minds, too overwrought with fear, seemed unable to connect so firmly that thoughts could be read. Still, the emotion behind them... he knew Minori would at least grasp that.

Almost crying he pushed through the door, closing it behind him, and then moving through the hall like a predator. ’I’m so sorry Minori. But I will heal the hurt they left inside you. I will never treat you so unkindly...as those who would use you for sex without love.... and, if I must, I will erase them one by one.’

His nostrils suddenly flared and his teeth dropped. Ten doors down from their own, he smelled something that made him sick. He smelled rape.

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A/N: Thank you DarkMoonInShadow for the review and yes it is a role play. ^.^

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