Pain and Pleasure

Chapter 6

Authors Note: 1 Narbondel turn: 1 day
piwafwi= a kind of cloak/jacket that Drow wear, it hides them well in the dark
The house Qua'laen ilythiiri= against the Drow (a rebel hideout)

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Xir’ag cried as he closed the door to his rooms. Some price he had gotten, he cursed himself, the house and the whole damn Drow society. He leaned back against the door, slowly sliding down to the floor and let the tears run down his face. Suddenly he heard voices from the hall and wiped his face.

Sajore knocked on the door and almost immediately misted himself inside the room, looking concerned as soon as he saw his face. “What has happened? What’s wrong?” He knelt down and hugged him tightly, Xir’ag clasped his arms tightly around him.

“I knew this was going to happen someday, but then I met you and kind of… forgot all else.” Xir’ag started to talk slowly. “I got my reward for being such a good wizard at the war,” he said, with a sarcasm filled voice. “I am being sent on another mission. I have been told about those... long missions. This one is going to be 300 Narbondel turns.”

“You are going to go away for so long?” Sajore asked seriously, his face growing sullen.

Xir’ag just nodded, tears starting to flow down his cheeks again. “I know it’s not that long… but it will feel like an eternity to be without you for so long... and I’m afraid.”

“Of what?”

“Are you going to be here when I get back?”

Sajore felt ashamed, he had once left, but the thought had never crossed his mind since then. “Of course I will be here. I will wait for you as long as it takes,” he answered, stroking Xir’ag’s hair and pulling him closer.

They hugged each other for a long time, wanting to be as close as possible.

“When do you have to go?” Sajore whispered quietly to him.

Xir’ag hugged him tighter. “Tomorrow. They don’t warn you before. They expect you to be doing nothing important here.”

‘So soon.’ Sajore felt a flinch in his stomach, even the few weeks without the Drow had felt like torment.

The thought occurred to him suddenly that if he had known about this before, they could have left together, he could have made some arrangements. But this was too soon, no time to get things sorted. If he would now leave without permission, the Matron would not accept him back, she was already tired of his flimsy actions.

“We can be together until I go and I will come back. Time goes fast,” Xir’ag whispered, searching Sajore’s lips and kissing him softly.

Sajore kissed him back, caressing his back and neck.

Xir’ag climbed into his lap and started to kiss him more and more fiercely, his tear moistened cheeks heating with passion, pressing himself tight against Sajore.

“Let’s go to the bed,” he whispered into the vampire’s ear, who rose immediately and lifted Xir’ag up into his arms, carrying him to the bed, undressing him on the way.

Sajore laid Xir’ag on the bed, staying standing for awhile. He just stared at the half dressed Drow, his red swollen eyes, his beautiful face and his wonderful, fragile body. He buried his head into his hands and fell to his knees. “I don’t want you to go,” he whispered to the Drow in front of him. He felt how Xir’ag wrapped his arms around him and kissed his black hair.

“Please, get up here. I want you to be close to me,” Xir’ag said in a muffled voice, sounding like he was going to cry again.
Sajore lifted his head and pulled Xir’ag next to him on the floor, on the warm, fuzzy rug, peeling the rest of his clothes off as he sat next to him on the floor.

Xir’ag smiled a bittersweet smile as Sajore started to nibble his neck. The vampire licked his pointy elven ears and Xir’ag sighed, pressing himself against Sajore instinctively.

Sajore moaned happily, feeling Xir’ag’s lean body pressing against him. He grabbed Xir’ag’s buttocks in his hands and pressed the Drow even closer, grinding their bodies together.

Xir’ag kissed him passionately, binding his legs behind Sajore’s back.

“You are not going to chain me this time?” Sajore asked with a grin.

“Only if you want to,” Xir’ag answered laughing back, his emotions revealed only by the tears still glimmering in his eyes.

Sajore kissed him deeply, tasting his scent, the salty taste of the tears and breathed deeply, moving his fingers along his tender eartips.

Xir’ag moaned. He arched his back and pressed his hardening organ against the vampire’s stomach. He slowly reached for Sajore’s breeches and began to unlace them.

When he was done, Sajore got up, raising to his knees and kicked the breeches quickly off. He stayed on his knees until Xir’ag slowly sat up and kissed the top of his erection. Sajore looked at the sight in front of him and shivered with pleasure. Xir’ag continued kissing his shaft, finally sliding his tongue along it and pulling it to his mouth. Sajore sighed softly, taking a bundle of Xir’ag’s hair into his hands.

His head flung back as Xir’ag sucked him hard. He moaned and gripped to his hair tighter and pulled Xir’ag up to look into his eyes. “Wait, wait love...” he sighed.

Xir’ag lifted his head.

“I want to give you something too.," he continued and lowered himself to his knees and elbows in front of Xir’ag.

The Drow smiled as Sajore came closer and ran his finger along his chest, stomach and waist. He sighed as the vampire reached down to his organ, sliding his fingers along it softly.

Xir’ag moved his legs further apart to let the vampire’s fingers run deeper between his legs.

Sajore pushed the Drow down to lean on his elbows and knelt over his erection.

Xir’ag slowly lifted his hand and touched Sajore’s buttocks, sighing as the surges of pleasure swirled from his erection that was covered with the vampire’s eager mouth. Xir’ag slowly found his way to Sajore’s opening and caressed him shyly. Xir’ag continued to massage Sajore slowly as the vampire sighed against his erection and sucked the organ deeper into his throat. Xir’ag was still feeling a bit awkward by this reversed role he suddenly possessed.

The vampire moaned deeply and moved against his fingers when they came near the opening, still sucking the drow’s organ eagerly into his mouth and back out again.

Xir’ag had a hard time concentrating on what he was doing, but slowly the flesh around the opening started to relax and he pushed a finger in.

Sajore groaned against his organ and stopped the sucking, starting to breathe heavily. “You want to fuck me?” he asked, keeping his eyes closed.

Xir’ag looked surprised, almost scared. “I... don’t know. I didn’t plan this. But...”

“But what?”

“... Yes,” Xir’ag said in a very shy, quiet voice.

Sajore looked surprised but smiled. He opened his eyes and looked up at the blushing Drow. His smile turned into a moan as Xir’ag moved his finger inside the vampire.

Somehow Xir’ag was starting to enjoy this situation, knowing that he was in control of this strong, powerful man.

Sajore shivered as he pushed in another finger, spreading them open inside the vampire’s tight opening. Sajore was resting on his hands and knees, his legs shaking as the jolts of pain and pleasure shot through him.

Xir’ag slowly sat up and moved behind him, circling his other hand to hug Sajore closer to him. He felt Sajore’s erection close to his hand and grasped it tight into his grip, raising another moan from the man who flinched under his touch. Xir’ag smiled a drowish smile and kissed Sajore’s back.

Sajore was feeling amazing. The feeling was nothing like anything he had ever felt before. He felt so strange, giving someone else the total control of everything, that had never happened before, not even when he was chained, he was still in control of his own body, now being in someone else’s hands, giving them all power over him, it felt… great. He enjoyed being touched by the Drow more than anything else, and now, giving him the control, being under his demanding hands, this was pure bliss. His mind went blank as Xir’ag pushed in a third finger and slid his hand along his organ with a quickening pace. His back arched as he moved against the fingers that were fucking him, breathing heavily, keeping his eyes closed, he moaned deeply.

Xir’ag started to feel like he couldn’t take it anymore. He had to get his release. He couldn’t just watch Sajore writhing in front of him, as beautiful as it was to just watch his lover squirm under his touch. He rose to his knees pulling the fingers out.

Sajore let out a long groan, his hands seemed to give up and he fell to his elbows, lifting his ass up.

Xir’ag’s breathing hastened as he spit into his hands, moistening his organ before pushing himself in.

Sajore placed his head between his hands and moaned into the fur with a muffled voice.

“Does it hurt?” Xir’ag asked slowly, calming down and stabilising his breath.

Sajore shook his head and grunted. “Move, damn it, go in!” the vampire snapped, moving himself closer and taking in most of Xir’ag’s organ, crying out and shaking under him.

The Drow sighed as the warmth of the vampire’s heated, burning body enveloped him. He stayed still for a few seconds and then began to move slowly.

Sajore’s head flung up and he let out a small whimper.

He moved again and Sajore sounded like he was going to cry. “Are you sure this doesn’t hurt,” Xir’ag asked, even when it was difficult to stay still any longer.

Sajore didn’t answer but pressed himself fully against Xir’ag. He cried out as Xir'ag's full length filled him. He felt amazing, more than amazing. His head was spinning. When Xir’ag started to move his hand on his negletted organ again, it was too much pleasure at once. He howled out like a wolf, starting to slam himself against Xir’ag with a fastening speed. Xir’ag didn’t have to move, he felt like bursting. He closed his eyes and continued to slide his hand on Sajore’s organ with the same rhythm the vampire was moving against him and just took all the pleasure in.

Suddenly Sajore’s hands started to shake uncontrollably and he pressed his face into the fur, crying out, his seed bursting into Xir’ag’s hand. He arched his back, clenching Xir’ag’s organ inside him as his inner muscles spasmed.

Xir’ag was breathing hard, pushing in, feeling the pressure gathering in his crotch. The muscle spasms around his cock were too much. He cried out as he came inside Sajore, pressing his hands at his waist. He fell onto the vampire’s back, breathing heavily, kissing his neck.

Sajore fell to his stomach, pulling Xir’ag behind him. He was still inside the vampire, hugging him tightly. Sajore took his hands into his and kissed them, hugging him back and sighing happily.

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They had fallen asleep. Xir’ag woke up to a strange feeling. He realized that he was still inside the vampire who had began to move. He pulled his limp organ out of the vampire and sat up on the fur mattress.

Sajore rolled himself around, resting his head on his hand, smiling wickedly. “How is my master?” he grinned at Xir’ag.

Xir’ag blushed. He found it very hard to look into Sajore’s eyes. “Um... I’m going to take a shower,” he said flustered and got up.

Sajore stopped him by grabbing his hand. “Hey, you don’t have to go yet, do you?” He looked serious and sad.

Xir’ag smiled softly. “No. there is no hurry. As long as I’m there before the day turns.”

“Good,” Sajore smiled happily and let go of his hand.

Xir’ag walked to the shower room and let the hot water wash over him. He heard the vampire walk in behind him and felt how his arms closed around him embracing him tightly. They stood under the flowing water, holding each other quietly for a long time until Sajore leaned down and kissed him, then walked away.

When he got back to the bedroom Sajore was lying on his stomach on the bed. Xir’ag sat before him on the fur and smiled.

Sajore looked sleepy.

“I didn’t hurt you did I? It hurt so much for me, the first time,” Xir’ag asked with a worried voice.

“Vampires have much higher pain endurance than elves or humans. It felt really good.”

Xir’ag didn’t know what to say. The situation felt too strange for him.

“Want to do it again?” Sajore asked whispering, his mouth hidden behind his hands.

Xir’ag blushed again. “Again? The same... way?”

“Or the other way?” Sajore asked, hiding his smile behind his hands.

“Yes please,” Xir’ag grinned happily and climbed up onto the bed. Sajore jumped up and pulled him into his arms, falling back onto the bed.

“So you like it better when I rule in bed?” He laughed at the Drow.

Xir’ag laughed back, embarrassed, but nodded. “Mmhh.” He couldn’t say a word anymore. Sajore’s tongue was in his mouth, filling his every sense. He tangled his arms and legs around the vampire, clutching him hard.

Sajore just smiled into his mouth and continued the passionate kissing. ‘Why can’t this moment last forever.’

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Sajore slowly pushed his fingers inside Xir’ag and made him moan out in pleasure. He slid his fingers in and out slowly, making Xir’ag moan and gasp under him. The Drow thrust against him, trying to move faster but Sajore refused to go any faster, kissing him instead. Xir’ag’s eyes filled with tears again, ‘this is a goodbye’, he realized as the vampire hugged him closer with his other arm, fucking him gently with his fingers. Xir’ag buried his face into the black hair and let the tears flow. “Please, I need you inside me,” he huskily whispered against the vampire’s neck, feeling as Sajore slid the fingers out and placed his erection at his entrance, pushing slowly in.

Sajore lifted Xir’ag to sit on his lap and hugged him. They sat clasping each other, rocking their bodies slowly, moaning into each others mouths, kissing salty kisses.

Tears ran down Xir’ag’s face. He was so happy and so sad. He felt like his heart was going to burst into pieces. Xir’ag moved slowly on top of the vampire, tasting every inch of him, filling his every sense with the vampire’s sounds, smells, moves, and taste. He breathed heavily, staring into his lovers eyes. In that time, they were one, in body and in soul.

Sajore felt that he was getting close to his climax and began to moan, staring hazily into Xir’ag’s eyes. He still didn’t want to speed up their pace. His eyes closed when the painfully amazing wave of pleasure finally spilled over him. He grimaced and leaned his forehead against Xir’ag’s. He yelled, clenching the Drow on his lap, pushing himself as deep as he could, pulling him closer.

Xir’ag moaned loudly, squeezing the vampire’s shoulders in his fingers, his back twisting as he came, spraying his semen onto Sajore’s chest and stomach.

They just held each other. Sajore fell onto his back, bringing Xir’ag down with him. For hours they slept like that. When they finally woke up, they didn’t move for a long, long time.

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Until it was time to go.

Xir’ag dried his tears and got up. He didn’t want to wash up, he wanted to smell the vampire’s scent on him for as long as possible. He slowly dressed up in his cloak.

Sajore remained on the bed as Xir’ag collected his stuff and finally came to stand next to the bed. “I don’t want to go.” He said quietly. Sajore didn’t know what to say. There was nothing they could do... except. “Don’t go. Let’s go away together. Right now.” He sat up.

Xir’ag stared at him. “I would want nothing more. But there is no time. I have to go, they will send people after us if we run. If I would have known before... we can't… not now,” he said, defeated. He turned his face away, staring at the floor.

Sajore stood up and took his hand into his. “Come here. Before you leave, I want a kiss.”

Xir’ag reached up and kissed him softly on his lips.

“Do you have my pendant?” Sajore asked when he moved away again.

“Of course, I never take it off,” the Drow answered, fighting tears and clutching the pendant under his clothes into his fist.

“Then all is going to be well. I am waiting for you here. Be careful. I will think of you every second.”

“And I, you,” Xir’ag said, looking into the vampire’s eyes for the last time and turned around. It was the hardest thing he had ever had to do, to walk away.

Sajore fell back on the bed. 300 days. That was not much... not after 3000 years. It would feel longer for Xir’ag, he was so young, lived so little time. He fell into a restless sleep. “Maybe I could sleep for 300 days,” he mumbled to himself.

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Sajore walked down the hallway. She was following him again. That pest. He hated her. When the hell was she going to get it that he didn’t want her, anything to do with her? But the woman never learned, not even after she had seen him together with Xir’ag, she didn’t give up. He groaned and walked faster. He got to his door and went in as fast as he could. Only a few minutes later she was outside the door, he heard her with his supernatural hearing, creeping to the door. He grimaced.

“Damn stupid woman, she’s making my life a lot harder,” he mumbled to himself while changing his clothes. Finally he faded into the air, showing up again at Xir’ag’s room. This was where he spent most of his time. He slept in the drow’s bed, read his books and drew on his papers, using his ink. This was the only place he could feel at home and at peace. The air still smelled of Xir’ag. All his clothes were still there. Everything reminded Sajore of him; he could almost feel his touch... almost. He fell onto the bed, closing his eyes, thinking of the Drow and hugging himself, feeling emptier than ever.

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Xir’ag sat at the table. The room was full of people, Drow, and other creatures. He focused on the heated discussion that was going on at the other side of the round table. The black-haired woman yelled, her red cat eyes flaring, at the Drow women standing in front of her as the winged man stood behind her, looking tired. Same thing, every night, he was so bored and missed Sajore so much.

Luckily they settled their issues quite fast that night and he got to go to his room. He curled into a little ball into the corner of his bed and fell into a restless sleep.

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Sajore looked around. It was steamy near the hot fountain. The Drow soldiers behind him were quiet, just like the darkness all around them. They all watched as the patrol of the black dwarfs walked by. They didn’t notice them at all. And when they did, it was already too late. They died quickly. The Drow leader took the jewellery they were after and they got the command to return to the house. Sajore disappeared. Nobody seemed to notice that he was gone. He felt Xir’ag’s presence somewhere nearby and reached for the Drow’s spirit. The pendant was calling for him. Their lives were connected through it, so that he could feel the Drow. And he was certain Xir’ag could smell him too.

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Xir’ag squeezed the pendant into his hands. He felt it, it was pounding faintly. He closed his eyes and smiled. Sajore was near. Then it disappeared again, the pendant felt warm in his hands, but was still. He returned to his book, now slightly more at peace than before.

He was alone in the empty library, it was completely quiet, the only light source was the candle close to the book he was reading. Suddenly he heard footsteps behind him and turned around fast, saying some guarding spells quickly.

It was only Shaya. Xir’ag relaxed and smiled a little smile at the woman who sat at the table, flipping the pages of the book he was reading lazily.

“How is my little Drow today?” She asked smiling softly.

“I’m fine thank you,” he answered, smiling back.

Shaya frowned and grinned right after that. “I can see that. You are always so sad, but now… you’re smile is almost genuine. I’m happy for you, whatever has caused it,” she said, cocking her head slightly, staring into his eyes.

Xir’ag laughed faintly. “I guess I have new hope again,” he whispered, staring at the table in front of him.

Shaya lifted his chin. “Why can’t you ever look me into eyes without that sad expression coming to your face?” she asked, wiping a lock of white hair away from Xir’ag’s face.

“You… remind me of someone I… who… means a lot to me.”

“And you miss that person so much that I only bring sad memories.”

“Not sad, happy memories. It’s the loneliness makes me sad.”

Shaya smiled wickedly. “I can help you with the loneliness.”

“And what would your husband think of that?” Xir’ag laughed and winked.

Shaya pouted back. “Maybe you’re right, he wouldn’t like that.” She showed her tongue and winked back. She stood up again, ready to leave, but turned around. “You know… you’re not a prisoner here. If that person is still around, you can visit her… just come back after that,” she smiled as a surprised smile spread across Xir’ag’s face.

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100 days behind. 100 lonely days, with nothing to do, 100 lonely nights in the cold bed alone. Sajore stared at the roof. He had just arrived in his room. He was exhausted. He had not rested for days. He was hungry, but too tired to find prey. There was no hurry. “Nothing to do tomorrow but wait, I can eat tomorrow,” he spoke to himself, to make some sound in the empty room. It felt so cold there. He missed him so much. He got up to go into Xir’ag’s room once again.

There was a knock on the door. His eyes flared. That damn woman was there again? He had turned her down so many times that he had hoped she would have finally given up... but it didn’t seem so. He didn’t sense anyone behind the door, she must be covering her scent with magic to get him to open the door.

“Get the hell away from there!” he yelled as loud as he could and threw a candlestick at the door. There was a louder knock.
He got up and jumped at the door. “I told you to-” he stared at the sight in front of him, those eyes under the black hood. He pulled the man into his arms and slammed the door closed behind them.

They leaned back against the door and fell to the floor, Sajore still holding Xir’ag as tightly as he could.

“Sajore, please, I can’t breath,” the Drow laughed happily, kissing him everywhere on his face, reaching his hands to clasp his.

Sajore let him get some air and stared at his beautiful red eyes smiling a wondrous smile. “You are here! It has only been a hundred days.”

“I know, I got permission to leave the other house and had to see you.”

“You have to go back?” Sajore asked, kissing him and making it impossible to answer.

“Yesmff... Immm... hmmmm...”

“Yes?” Sajore stopped.

Xir’ag looked sad as he nodded for the answer. “I have to complete the assignment, I’m only allowed to leave for awhile. I had to ask for permission from the Matron of the house to come here.”

“I didn’t know where you were, I couldn’t come see you,” Sajore whispered sadly.

“I know, I couldn’t tell or we would have been caught, their guards are much better than ours, not even a vampire could get past them.”

“How… how did you get all the way here without me sensing you?” Sajore asked smiling.

Xir’ag laughed. “I’m a wizard, darling.” Xir’ag kissed him again, hugging him tightly. “I don’t have time to do anything else. But I had to see you. This has been so hard, being without you. I miss you so much.”

“I miss you too,” Sajore whispered, sliding his hand down Xir’ag’s back.

“But I have to go now. I’m so sorry,” Xir’ag said, with a sorrow filled voice. He got up.

Sajore stood up as he opened the door and slipped out.

“We will see in 200 days, or earlier if I can sneak out again. Just think what we’ll do then. It's worth the wait,” Xir’ag whispered from the door gap, smiling warmly at the vampire. Then he had to run.

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His every thought was filled with his touch. He walked fast, like in a mist. He didn’t see or hear anything, without a thought of how dangerous it was; his every thought filled with the images of Sajore.

And that was when it happened. There was a loud bang behind him and he felt a striking pain in his neck and everything went black.

When he woke up, he was stripped naked and roped on the cold stone floor. There was a young Drow female, a priestess, standing in front of him, staring at him.

“Hello boy. Nice that you finally decided to wake up,” the woman laughed, grinning widely. “I hope to have some fun with you before we get rid of you. But first, tell me where the entrance to the Qua'laen ilythiiri house is?”

She yelled the last sentence to his ear, gripping his hair and pulling him up from the floor.

Xir’ag’s head was churning and his heart beating frantically. What was going on?!

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It had been just a few days and he already missed him more than ever. It was too much to see him and then he was gone again in a matter of minutes. He gritted his teeth as he walked into the Matron Mothers chambers where the meeting of the day would take place. The priestesses were already lined up, staring at a young man in a wizard’s cloak.

“He won’t do. He is not ready. He almost fainted at the last battle. You can’t be serious,” one of the priestesses yelled to other one.

Sajore walked closer. “What’s going on?” He asked the nearest priestess. The woman turned around, looking appalled by the way she was talked to by a mere man, but when she saw Sajore, she grinned evilly.

“Oh, it's you. We are just wondering what we are going to do with the next house wizard. This one is completely hopeless, but we need to find someone.”

“What do you mean next house wizard. You have a house wizard and he is soon going to come back.”

“Oh, you haven’t heard the news yet. Xir’ag is dead. Damn that stupid boy, getting caught into such a visible trap. They sent all his clothes back to us.”

Sajore’s head was buzzing. He felt like fainting. He had seen him just a few days ago, he was fine. He... he had to fight to get the next words out. “What, when did this happen? Where?”

“Why are you getting so excited about that? It’s a small thing.”

“He... he is... important to me... he...” Sajore couldn’t continue his words. He felt like he was going to fall down.

“He what, owed you something?”

“Yeah... how can this be...” Sajore felt how his legs were giving up under him, he hurried out of the room leaving the surprised priestess staring after him.

“Must have been something valuable he lost...”

“What do you mean just a small thing? We don’t have a house wizard, it’s a huge thing,” another priestess yelled from behind her and made her forget Sajore as she turned to answer with her whip.

Sajore ran and ran until he was at Xir’ag’s door. He faded into the air and appeared in the bedroom. He fell to his knees, brying out into his hands. “No, no no, no, no, no, this cant be true, this is not real, I would know, they are wrong... I would know...” Slowly he calmed down as his head became clearer. Yes, he would know; the pendant. He still felt his presence, faintly, but it was there. He jumped up. So full of rage that his eyes started to glow yellow and his fangs grew long. He growled and faded away again.

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He hunted him day and night, without a minute of rest, thinking about only finding the Drow. He trusted his senses, following every little clue he got, feeling that he was getting closer by the second. Sometimes he was going to the wrong way and just sensing it and turning around and starting over. He walked and ran in the cold, dark hallways, not making any sounds. Then he got the scent, the faint scent of his lover. He could have known it anywhere. He knew he was close, so close. It was just a few hours old. After that he just followed it, for miles and miles he walked, never thinking about resting or feeding. He had to find Xir’ag.

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She was kneeling over him, his face pressed into the stony ground, his arms roped behind his back, he was forced to his knees and couldn’t see anything. She lashed the whip on his back once again, raising a soft grunt out of him, but nothing more, he would not yell. He would never give that pleasure to her.

The solder holding him down moved behind his back, pressing his body against him, making sure Xir’ag knew what was in his mind, he grimaced.

“Come on, give up. If you give me nothing, I have nothing to give you back… my soldiers would be happy about that but… it would be disappointing for me.”

Xir’ag gritted his teeth, the man behind him pushed him further into the floor, taking hold of his arms and twisting them painfully. Xir’ag struggled and lifted his head from the ground and stared into the woman’s face. “Come closer and I’ll whisper the damn password to you,” he croaked.

The woman grinned and knelt down.

Xir’ag leaned up and spit onto her face.

The woman jumped back and lashed her whip onto his face.

Xir’ag groaned and turned his face away.

The man lifted him up and the priestess grabbed his testicles painfully in her fist, twisting them.

Xir’ag couldn’t help it anymore and screamed out in pain.

“He’s all yours,” the priestess snapped at the soldiers around them and walked away, wiping her face as she went.

Xir’ag heard as the soldier behind him started to disrobe himself. He felt like crying from the pain and the shame, and the knowledge of what was coming. He was pushed to the hard ground again, his cheek painfully hitting the stone, his chest pushed down and his legs spread wide.

“Thank you for giving us this opportunity,” the soldier whispered into his ear and slid his tongue along his back.

He saw from the corner of his eye as another one of the soldiers stepped forward, opening his pants and soon his head was lifted up, pulling him up by his hair.

“Sajore,” Xir’ag whispered as involuntary tears started to fall. He felt the soldier behind him moving as his fingers invaded his body violently.

The man in front of him grabbed a hold of his chin, lifting his head up and moving his erection closer.

Xir’ag pressed his jaw closed tightly.

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There was a glow behind the wall, some kind of magical warning light. He saw it with his infrared sight. He crawled around the corner and saw the Drow’s. By then he had totally lost his patience, he felt Xir’ag so close and by the feeling, he was in trouble.

He attacked without thinking. The closest Drow died quickly. The others had time to jump up and yell a warning into the hallway. But they didn’t have time to escape. Sajore faded from the second drow’s corpse only to appear behind the third Drow, slitting his throat quickly. Then he was after the last one who was running away... but never got far. He ran to the tunnel leading to the other hall.

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There was a lot of yelling, muffled voices from the tunnels and then a soldier came running in to the hall with a horrified look on his face. Everyone seemed to freeze for a second. Then the soldier holding Xir’ag let go of him, cursing loudly and pulling up his pants. At the same time the man standing in front of him let go of his hair. He fell to the ground and crawled away fast as he noticed that the men were no longer keeping any attention on him, spitting the taste of the man out of his mouth.

“There’s a demon coming, find your swords, we are under attack!” the soldier yelled out just before a dark form materialized behind him and quieted his panicked screaming.

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The Drow’s were staring at him from all around, red angry eyes glowing in the darkness. He finally saw Xir’ag. He was bruised, his hands tied behind his back, lying on the floor behind a small group of Drow.

Sajore attacked the Drow's, breaking ones neck, thrusting two into the wall so hard that the first fell to the ground unconscious and the others backbone gave up under him.

The rest of the Drow's fled as the leader, the female ran in out front of him, from the tunnel behind Xir’ag’s back. She whipped her snake whip around him. Sajore didn’t feel the snaps as the snakes bit him on his skin, all he felt was his lovers stare from the floor. Relief in his eyes, tears running down his cheeks.

“What do you want vampire?” the priestess asked angrily.

“He is my prisoner!” she continued, pointing at Xir’ag with her whip, when she noticed that Sajore didn’t even look at her.

“No,” Sajore growled and attacked. He snapped the whip away from the woman and jumped on her, pinning her to the floor with his hands and legs, sitting on her heavily. He looked straight into her eyes.

“You are dead,” he said, biting her neck as a small whimper escaped the woman’s lips. He sucked the blood as hard as he could, the woman fighting against him, scratching his back with her long nails, screaming and kicking the air behind them. But soon her hands lost all strength and she stopped fighting, falling limply to the ground.

Sajore wiped his mouth on her clothes and lifted his head quickly to see Xir’ag’s tear filled eyes in front of him.

“You came for me,” he whispered softly from his swollen lips as Sajore crawled to him, grabbing a hold of him and hugging him tightly.

“Nobody is going to hurt you anymore. And we are never going to be separated again. I am never letting go of you.” They heard steps from the cave and Sajore turned his head, fangs flashing, “Do not come here if you want to live.” There was so much anger in his low voice, his eyes glowing yellow, he clutched Xir’ag tighter into his arms.

Footsteps ran away.

Sajore dropped his head to Xir’ag’s hair, tears running down his face, getting his white hair wet.

Xir’ag got as close as he could to Sajore, crying aloud into his chest. “I was so scared… you came in the last second… they were just …” his voice choked and he turned his head away, staring at the dead men furiously.

Sajore stared at him, his eyes flaming. “What did they do to you?” he asked between his teeth, growling.

Xir’ag lowered his head ashamed. Now it felt like it was his fault. “They were going to rape me… they just… that man… I had to suck… and the other… just his fingers… you came just in time,” he whispered, tears starting to fall down his cheeks again.

Sajore stared at him for a few moments, looking like he was about to explode. Then his features softened and he looked mortified. He hugged the Drow so hard it hurt his every bruise, but he didn’t care, he had longed for that touch so much. Finally Sajore untied him carefully, releasing his bloody wrists and arms from the rope that had held him still for days.

Sajore stood up and walked the short distance to the men who laid on the ground dead. He turned to look at Xir’ag. “Which ones were they?” He asked with a husky voice, his eyes glowing in the dark.

Xir’ag pointed out the two men with his shaky hands and Sajore knelt on top of one of them, ripping the mans head away from his shoulders easily and throwing it to the wall, then moved to the next one, repeating the act on him. Then the vampire turned to the Drow and walked back, kneeling down close to Xir’ag.

Xir’ag looked into his furious eyes and noticed that the vampire was trembling. He lifted his hand to his bloody cheek and pulled him down to a tight embrace.

After a long while Sajore lifted his head and sat up next to the Drow.

Xir’ag folded his empty hands around himself, feeling vulnerable, violated and naked. Sajore stroked his hair, looking down at him sadly. “I’m sorry I didn’t find you earlier,” he whispered.

Xir’ag didn’t know how to answer, he was just happy that the vampire was here now.

“You need clothes,” Sajore soon noted and walked to the nearest male Drow who still had his head on his shoulders. He was much taller than Xir’ag, but it would have to do, he was the only one who was not completely covered in blood. He undressed the soldier from his piwafwi and brought it back to Xir’ag.

Xir’ag, who was so relieved by his rescue, finally let himself feel as exhausted as he really was and didn’t even have the strength to get dressed himself.

Sajore dressed him carefully and lifted him to his arms. “Now we have to go before they return with more soldiers.”

Xir’ag nodded and rested his head on his shoulder.