Promise

Sorry readers again for the long wait. I’ve been bust with school, work and now two new stories. One is a vampire story though more modern than this one. It’s called ‘scarlet tears and a broken past’ . My other new one is called ‘an affair of the body: can it be anything more?’.

Enjoy this newest installment of ‘Promise’
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Chapter 6: Loves pain

Tsukiyo was the first to pull away, his pale cheeks fairly flushed, a pale smile resting on his lips which were slightly chilled from Irihi’s. He lifted his eyes, his slender hand moving to rest against Irihis icy skin. His voice came in a nervous whisper as he spoke.

“You haven’t fed tonight, have you?”

Irihi raised a silver brow, smiling faintly, covering Tsukiyo’s warm hand with his own cold one.

“No,” he answered, his ice blue eyes staring into the younger mans.

Tsukiyo moved slowly, lifting up on the bed placing a gentle kiss against Irihis cheek before turning his lips up to graze Irihis ear.

“Then take it from me,” he whispered, his tone soft and gentle. Almost pleading. Irihi blinked, slightly shocked at his dear friends words. Words a slayer should never have uttered.

“Take it from you?” he questioned curiously, meeting Tsukiyos eyes once more. “But why?”

“I’ve heard,” Tsukiyo said cautiously. “Don’t vampire loves feed from each other?”

The slayers hand fell from Irihis cheek as Irihi turned his face, now avoiding Tsukiyo’s innocent but sad stare. “You love me?”

A blush stained the young slayers cheeks in the darkness as he averted his own eyes, his words stuttered as he grasped for the. “I…”

The words stuck in his throat for a moment before they were forced from his lips in a near inaudible whisper. “I always have…I just never realized it, up until now.”

Irihi didn’t answer as his blue eyes caressed his young friends lightly flushed face. Without a word he lowered his cool lips onto Tsukiyos soft ones in a sweet kiss. He pulled away, his icy lips moving down to Tsukiyos neck running his tongue teasingly over the quick and racing pulse beating there.

“I’ve always loved you, as well,” he whispered against Tsukiyos skin, nipping playfully, his fangs grazing before he opened his mouth over the skin sucking on the warmth and saltiness of it. He moved slowly as one would with a nervous and easily frightened animal.

Tsukiyo let out a small breath, tilting his head back slowly giving the older man a better access his long pale neck. The skin was flawless and unmarred aside from the wicked scar that ran from the base of the neck and disappeared beneath his clothes. Breath catching, Tsukiyo raised his arms up around Irihis shoulders, cradling his head to his neck.

Irihi moved his hands down Tsukiyos back, his claws catching at the thin fabric of his shirt. His lips moved from the spot on Tsukiyos neck moving lower. Irihi massaged the younger mans chest through the opened shirt, his thumbs caressing Tsukiyos erect nipples as his icy lips pushed the shirt up placing cool kisses against the heated skin of the others lithe stomach.

Tsukiyos breath shuddered faintly, a mixture of a groan and a gasp escaping his lips. His hands shook slightly, resting on Irihis shoulders as the vampire ran his hands over his warm skin, the iciness of Irihis skin stinging delicately. He felt a rush of butterfly wings as Irihi place chastening, icy kisses against his upper and lower stomach.

Irihi pulled his hands away from Tsukiyos chest, running them slowly down to the boys hips, his nails scraping the fabric before they curved around the inside of Tsukiyos thighs, his knuckles grazing before they pulled away and Irihi pulled himself up, meeting Tsukiyos slightly fevered gaze, his blue eyes longing and hopeful.

“Are you sure?” he whispered, half hoping for the boy to yes and the other half wishing he himself were strong enough to say no.

Tsukiyo sat up, the movement slipping him out of his shirt. He laid his head against Irihis shoulder, nodding slightly. He closed his eyes with a faint smile. He didn’t think he’d ever been so sure. Irihi had been his savior and his closest friend. Becoming Irihis lover would be the best way to repay him and it was more than he could ever ask for.

He nodded again before whispering, “Yes.”

Irihi barely kept himself from grinning, settling for a mental cheer. Discreetly moving Tsukiyo into his lap once more he grazed his hand down Tsukiyos chest to his stomach. His nimble fingers moved to the buttons securing Tsukiyos pants, unsnapping them enough to slide his pale graceful hand beneath the fabric to the treasure it contained.

His icy fingers deftly and slowly stroked the heated flesh there, smirking as Tsukiyos soft member grew harder under his ministrations.

Tsukiyo let out a soft, low groan. He leant back, turning his head to catch Irihis lips with his own as Irihis long and nimble fingers stroke him, each stroke sending lightening jolts of scorching pleasure through his body. He moaned into Irihis mouth, his breathing catching as his tounge pressed against Irihis fangs.

Irihi chuckled, pulling his hands away from Tsukiyos body, turning gracefully, laying Tsukiyo on his stomach. The sound of fabric tearing filled the air as Irihi ripped the fabric from the young slayers body. He leaned over his wards body, his lips pressing against the softest skin, where the neck and shoulder meet, opposite the scarred side.

His eyes flared, glowing bright blue in the darkness as he reared his head back, his fangs sinking into the soft skin as he struck. He let out a low groan, his throat convulsing greedily as he drank.

Tsukiyos lips opened in a pained gasp but his eyes grew heavy as the sharp pain faded in almost and instant almost painful pleasure flooded his body, driving out all thought except for Irihi. He felt his heated and hard errection press against the bed, a weak moan escaping as he felt Irihis once cool hands heating up against his already warm skin.

Irihi pulled away from Tsukiyos neck, his breathing heavy, his lips red with the slayers sweet blood. He was so much sweeter than he smelled, his blood untainted. He licked away the twin trails left by his bite and stepped away, quickly shedding his own clothes. His body was awake and ready, his leader’s nature demanding submission as he went to Tsukiyo, picking him up from the bed into his arms.

He purred darkly, meeting Tsukiyos hazed eyes. “Go down,” he ordered purring, his voice hypnotic and beautiful. The slayer met the vampires gaze with a dazed stare, his mouth curved into a delirious smirk.

Tsukiyo felt like laughing, his body filled with an odd energy as he moved from the bed, kneeling in front of his friend, his lover. His hands traced the inside of Irihis thighs and he lifted on gently pushing Irihi back onto the bed, moving between the vampires legs. He slowly wrapped one of his hands around Irihis length, pride welling inside of him hearing the moan that simple act brought forth.

He pushed past the nerves that rose as he pressed his lips against the mushroom tip, taking only an inch into his mouth, his pale brown eyes lifting towards the others face. Irihi let out a guttural moan feeling Tsukiyos warm, wet mouth encircle him. His head threw back slightly as his hands moved to run into the slayers dark brown hair.

Tsukiyo smirked against Irihis flesh, releasing him and running his tongue up and down the vampires length, scraping his teeth, his nails digging slightly into the sides of Irihis thighs. Twin trails of blood slid down Tsukiyos chest from Irihis bite.

Irihis breath caught and he gripped Tsukiyos hair slightly, his words strained. “Lift, Tsuki,” he purred, catching the younger mans lips as he moved away. He turned, pressing Tsukiyo to the bed beneath him, their bodies melding together.

Irihis hand traveled down Tsukiyos back, his fingers caressing the slayers opening, slowly sliding one finger in past the reluctant muscles. He whispered sweetly in Tsukiyos ear as the younger man squirmed, brushing his own member against the vampires stomach. The feeling was strange and uncomfortable to him.

“You are mine,” Irihi whispered in Tsukiyos ear as he pulled his finger away and with a sharp and powerful stroke, thrust himself inside of the other, swallowing the sharp pained cry with a deep kiss as he waited for Tsukiyos body to adjust to the intrusion.

Tsukiyo whimpered against Irihis lips as the vampire began a slow and easy rhythm, stroking himself in and out. He winced, groaning softly. This new sensation was both painful and blissful. It was a double edged sword.

“Irihi,” Tsukiyo groaned gently, pushing back against him as the tempo began to increase. Irihi smirked, breaking his strain of kisses, picking up his slow pace keeping it at a relatively slow speed though. He matched his breathing with each stroke, leaning down and nipping at Tsukiyos nipples, suckling on each one until it was numb with sensation.

Tsukiyo let out a weak cry, throwing his head back against the bed. The pain had fled but left and unbelievable almost painful sensation of pleasure in its wake. The pleasure seemed to build in his stomach, climbing higher with each stroke.

Tsukiyos walls tightened around Irihis member as the vampire increased his tempo further and further, striving for release. He panted heavily, surging on inside of his lovers smaller body, seeing the signs of the end in him.

Tsukiyo moaned, his eyes shuttering tight, his breathing quick and shallow. His walls tightened thickly around Irihi.

“Irihi…”

Irihi smirked, not faltering in his tempo as he touched Tsukiyos face, locking eyes with the younger man.

“Look at me Tsukiyo. Only my eyes,” he whispered, his eyes glowing a pale blue. “Together as one, only as one will we release. You will not reach before me.”

Tsukiyos eyes met Irihis, the brown orbs dazed but the expression faded slightly as Irihis moon weave firmly latched around Tsukiyos pleasure dizzy mind, the order firmly in place through Irihis power.

The younger mans eyes closed as Irihi surged forward, hitting a spot inside of him that made the slayers spine bend in pleasure. He let out a sharp groan.

“God…Irihi…”

“You’re mine,” Irihi repeated, lifting the younger mans legs, surging deeper. The two moved as one with Tsukiyo moving back feverishly to meet each thrust.

“Yours,” the slayer whispered, his head rolling back. Irihi lifted Tsukiyo into his arms and into his lap, using his speed to press Tsukiyo to the wall near the window. Tsukiyo’s legs wrapped around Irihis waist.

“Good,” Irihi whispered, kissing Tsukiyos face gently.

Tsukiyo looed over Irihis shoulder, his forehead beaded with sweat. His dark hair was wild around his face and his dark eyes were hazed with lust and pleasure. He moaned against Irihis skin, his entire body trembling. He tried to press back but the wall behind him held him at Irihis mercy.

He didn’t feel the slow trickle of blood running down his stomach from beneath the bandages on his chest and shoulder, which were crimson from the reopened wounds.

Irihi drove himself inside of Tsukiyo harder, letting himself be swallowed by the sensations. His claws dug into Tsukiyos hips, fresh blood dripping down the pale skin from the new wounds now as well as the old.

The sharp pain pushed back Irihis spell on Tsukiyos mind, the younger mans breathing shuddering weakly. He pressed forward, his blood smearing against Irihis chest. The sharp smell of blood pushed Irihi over the edge. He threw his head back with a sharp groab as he came. The moment that happened the moon weave broke away, allowing Tuskiyo to come as well, his inner walls milking Irihi tightly at the same time.

He fell limp in Irihis arms, breathing heavily, his eyes partly closed and his body slick with sweat and blood. Irihi lifted Tsukiyo into his arms, sliding to the floor, cradling the slayers body to his. “Tsuki…”

Tsukiyo opened his eyes, smiling weakly. His body shook and his skin felt cold against Irhis hot, blood filled body.

“I love you, Irihi,” he whispered, his eyes closing slowly.

“And I you,” Irihi whispered, holding tsukiyo close as the slayer laid his head against his bare chest.

“Thank you,” Tsuikyo murmured wearily, though a contented smile curled his lips.

Irihi blinked curiously. “For what, may I ask?”

“For coming back,” he whispered, his breathing beginning to even out as he lay cradled in Irihis warm embrace. Irihi smirked faintly, chuckling as he closed his eyes. There was no where else he’d rather be.

“I’ll always come back for you,” he murmured, knowing that Tsukiyo could not hear him as he too drifted to sleep.

Outside the window, an owl watched the two with yellow narrowed eyes, the black form silhouetted by the pale moon light.

‘enjoy this while you can Irihi,’ Malakai thought coldly. ‘Soon…he will be mine and I’ll make him forget your very existence.’
---------------------------------------------------------------------------Oh goodness, after many interruptions I finished this. Years of reading romance novels paid off right? Review for me loves. There’s only a few chapters left of this one!