Pain and Pleasure

Chapter 8.

He was sore, every part of his body ached. But when he woke up, he was smiling widely. He was home and Sajore’s arms were around him. He snuggled closer to the vampire and continued to sleep just for a little while longer.

The little while stretched out into three hours. When he woke, his stomach was yelling out of hunger and he was so thirsty that he thought his throat was going to stop working. Sajore lowered his head onto his stomach and listened to the mighty growling. Xir’ag laughed out loud and Sajore snickered.

“I’m hungry,” Xir’ag stated the obvious, pouting cutely, as he sat up and scratched his bed-head.

Sajore looked at him, cocking his head slightly, before getting up. “I can get us something to eat from the house’s kitchen. What would you like?” He asked, searching the floor for his pants.

Xir’ag pointed to the bathroom, where his pants still remained from the night before.

“Anything, except blood,” he smiled as Sajore returned with his pants on.

“Aren’t clothes troublesome?” Xir’ag continued, grinning and making Sajore smile.

“But I can’t really go walking around the halls completely nude now, can I?” He winked and kissed Xir’ag before fading to thin air.

He appeared in the hallway outside the kitchen and stepped in. It smelled like raw meat and made him hungry.

The cook looked startled. “You... what are you doing here? A vampire...” The man backed up and Sajore followed him.

“I need food, blood, or meat and something that a drow can eat.”

The cook jumped up on a chair and opened a big closet. Cold air flowed out. He started to pile food onto a table. Mushrooms and meat and some strange vegetables.

Sajore took a big plate from the table and put all the food on it, finally grabbing a big bottle of water from the corner. He left quickly without even thanking the cook, but the man just seemed to be happy that Sajore left the kitchen.

He walked back down the hallway hurriedly, not wanting to see anyone on the way. But he didn’t seem to have luck on that matter. He turned the corner and was soon facing Xir’ag’s older sister, just the person he did not want to see. The woman eyed him and his plate. Sajore tried to walk past her, but she stepped into his path.

“Where are you going in such a hurry? And with food, you don’t eat.” Her eyes were icy cold.

Sajore ground his teeth together and pasted on a cold smile. “That’s none of your business, but yes, I’m in a hurry. Bye.”

“Not so fast. Would you like to eat that food in my rooms?”

“You still don’t get it. No, I don’t, not interested, at all. Bye,” he pushed the woman out of the way and walked on down the corridor.

“You better accept me sooner or later. You’ll be of no use if you don’t do what you're told, you are only a man after all. It would only take one night. All I need is your seed.”

Sajore stopped. “You want my seed? So that’s what you’re after? You want to make drow vampires? Why don’t you just want to turn?”

“I am not stupid. Turned vampires are not as strong as born ones. One night, you will enjoy it.”
The priestess walked toward him, caressing his back once she stood beside him.

Her touch sent chills down his back and he grimaced. “And the answer is still no. I would never give my seed to you… I would never give anything to you.”

The woman looked furious. “You better be careful or your past is going to catch up with you!” She yelled and turned around, her eyes flaming. She marched away without looking back.

Sajore fell grim as he walked to Xir’ag’s door.

He knocked on the door loudly. It took a long time before he heard anything, then a faint sound of footsteps could be heard inside. He knocked again. “It’s me, open up.” Sajore yelled and the lock opened.

Xir’ag was smiling, but he was also standing quite uncomfortably, leaning against the wall.

Sajore walked straight into the bedroom and put the plate on the bed, Xir’ag was following him but didn’t get very far before Sajore returned and lifted him up, carrying him to the bed. Xir’ag pouted, but as Sajore lowered him down next to the food plate, the drow’s expression lifted.

He decided to forget that incident on the hallway. Drow’s loved to make threats, it probably meant nothing. “Let's eat,” he grinned and fell next to the drow on the bed.

“Sajore... I have to put some lotion on after we eat, can you help me?” Xir’ag asked, starting to nibble the mushrooms slowly.

Sajore nodded. “Yeah, sure, you don’t need to ask.” He took a bloody raw piece of meat and started chewing it.

Xir’ag looked at his bloody mouth, blood dripping down his chin.

Sajore grinned, opening his mouth fully and flashing his fangs. “Yummy.”

Xir’ag laughed and rolled onto his stomach. They ate all of the food. It seemed they both were hungrier than they had originally thought. Sajore poured Xir’ag some water to drink when they had finally finished. He licked his fingers clean from the blood. Xir’ag turned over onto his back and stared at the ceiling. A long expanse of silence followed, until the drow slowly started to speak.

“When I was gone from here I realized that I don’t really know anything about you. You had not even told me about Shaya, I found out that she was your sister from her.”

Sajore stared deep into Xir'ag's red eyes. It was true. He had not shared anything about himself. He had never had a person before this that he could have trusted so much to tell about his past. And he was afraid that when Xir’ag found out about everything he had done, he would hate him.

Xir’ag turned to look at him. Sajore lowered his head, he desperately needed to stall things, he simply was not ready for this. “Well, you haven’t told me anything either.”

“So it seems. What do you want to know? My life is a lot shorter than yours... and more boring. At least from what I heard from Shaya.”

“How young are you? And you told about your graduation ceremony. Is that really the only time you have ever had sex before you were with me?”

Xir’ag blushed, but then smiled.

“I’m almost seventy years old, which must seem really young to you. And yes, that was the only time, before I met you. I have never been in love before. My life has been boring and… painful. I have studied magic and warfare. After that, I have been working as a kind of diplomat or negotiator around the city. And that’s basically it. Life in this society is really constricted. Drow are not supposed to have any fun.”

Sajore shook his head. Damn, Xir’ag was young. He felt really old and ashamed to tell anything about himself now. A lot of shameful things had happened in his life and most of them were things he didn’t really want to talk about.

“Your turn,” Xir’ag glared at him and poked him with his finger.

“I really don’t know where to start or what to tell. I have a lot to tell you and I want you to know everything about me... but there is so much,” he lowered his voice, “and I’m afraid of what you'll think.” He turned his head away, staring into the blackness surrounding them.

“You have nothing to be afraid of. I love you and nothing is going to change that. I know that you are a vampire. I know about the demon, so I am prepared to hear things that are... not so pleasant.” He grinned and poked Sajore in the chest. “And I’m a drow. I’m not that sweet and innocent myself.” He kissed Sajore’s turned head and took his hand into his, squeezing it hard.

Sajore turned to look at him and sighed deeply. It was time. “Ok. I’m going to tell you everything, starting from the fact that I am 3000 years old.” He stopped to see how Xir’ag’s eyes widened. He just smiled and Xir’ag smiled back.

“Please continue,” he said, stroking the vampires hair gently. Sajore rolled onto his back and leaned on Xir’ag’s elbow, finally putting his head under the Drow's, so that they were staring deeply into one another's eyes.

“As Shaya probably already told you, we are from a different place. A place called Gwea. It’s… really far from here. I’m not completely sure where it is from here, since we came here through a portal. It was set by a very powerful Golden dragon for us after he saved Shaya from centuries of torment and pain.”

“That’s not how Shaya tells it. She told that it was you who saved her.” Xir’ag smiled.

Sajore grinned. “Yeah, I’m the typical knight in shining armour,” Sajore laughed and kissed the top of Xir’ag’s nose.

Xir’ag grinned and kissed him back, then settled back to listen.

“We arrived here. Before that I had already lived for 2500 years.” Sajore inhaled and kept a pause. “I had... killed my mother after my not-so-pleasant childhood and exiled my father after he tried to… well, a lot of things. I have lived among humans for a long time and have gotten to know their customs. I have travelled and slept for centuries. Lived peacefully... and slaughtered whole villages.”

Sajore sighed as memories rushed into his mind. He was evil then and it had felt good to kill. But the memories of those crying babies and the smell of burning human flesh would never leave him alone, those memories that he once cherished as happy victories now tormented him every night.

“When we got here, Shaya was in a terrible shape. I left her alone in the mountains and started to search for a new home and kept running away from an assassin I had hot on my trail. I got a reputation quickly and not a good one. I hunted men and killed them. People were afraid of me, there were even stories written about a man who walks at night and kills everything living... I was lonely and finally turned an elf into my personal servant. I had done that before, many times. But this time was a mistake. That elf turned into a real devil when the demon took a hold of him. I killed him and left. I hated the sun here. It seems to shine brighter here than it does in my former home in the north.”

He sank into his thoughts and blinked when Xir’ag moved a lock of his hair away from his face.
“And so when I found the Underdark, it was like heaven. I felt safe in the darkness. Finally I found my way here. All this time I had been in this place I had been running away from that assassin. I got rid of her in the caves. I liked the drow civilization and finally, I ended up here, in this house... and met you. And in that moment, everything changed.”

He stopped. He had left out so much. But there was too much to tell and they had time. He would tell, little by little. It would be too much to hear all at once. But he wanted to tell one thing. One horrible thing that hunted him, that came back to him in his dreams, and tormented his every thought. He turned his head and covered his eyes with his hands.

“I have to tell this. And you are going to be appalled after hearing it… but I have to. I’m sorry,” he continued before Xir’ag could say anything against his words.

“I killed a woman once who I thought I loved. I... she wanted to have a family with me. I... we were in bed, making love and she asked if I wanted to marry her… I answered by biting her and drinking until she was half dead. Then I… unh... stole a newborn baby from the village and killed her in front of the woman to show what I thought of her and her ideas of a family together. I... I... I can’t... I never wanted to... I mean... I never want, I can’t...”

He could imagine what Xir’ag must have felt that moment. He couldn’t face him and kept his eyes closed, his mouth in a grim line. He covered his face with a raised arm. He felt something wet dripping onto his face and opened his eyes slowly, still afraid to see Xir’ag. The drow was crying, tears running down his face.

“I’m so sorry. I don’t know what to say. It must haunt you,” Xir’ag whispered to him, moving his arm away and kissing his lips softly.

Sajore stared at his sad red eyes. He was so certain this story would make the drow scared, even make him hate him. And there he was, kissing him, holding his face in his hands. He really felt loved, more than ever before, more than he could have ever imagined would be possible.

Xir’ag stroked his cheek and wiped the tears from his face.
“You don’t have to be the strong one all the time. You keep on rescuing me, but you can count on me too. I am not going to hate you because of your past. You yourself said that you have a lot longer life than I do,” Xir’ag said to him, kissing his entire face, hugging him tightly and plunging his hands deep into his hair.

He moved slowly to lay on Sajore, still hugging and kissing him.

Sajore stopped him when he started to caress him more passionately, rubbing himself against his body. “Stop, stop my love, we shouldn’t do this again so quickly. Your body needs the rest,” he said, holding the drow’s hands in his.

“I want you to make love to me, now. I don’t want to wait.”

“But... you are going to exhaust yourself and especially your body.”

“Don’t you want me?” Xir’ag said looking offended.

Sajore released his hands. “You know I do, you can feel how my body reacts... but you should rest.”

“I am okay,” Xir’ag said, looking as Drow-ish as he could.

Sajore laughed softly. “Of course you know that I’m going to give up on you… if it were up to you we wouldn’t leave the bed ever.”

Xir’ag laughed. “Would that be such a bad thing? We love each other. Eternity in bed doesn’t sound that bad.”

“What if the passion fades away one day? What is left then, can we just be... together?”

“Haven’t we just proven that we can just be, these are the moments I missed the most when I was away. And besides, the passion is not fading, if it does one day, we can worry about it then. Eternity is far too long a time to think about. Let’s just live in this moment.”

Sajore grinned. That made sense.

Xir’ag slapped him on his chest. “Then why do you keep refusing me? Huh? Are you tired, you, the almighty, strong vampire?”
Sajore laughed and squeezed Xir’ag tightly against his body.

Xir’ag started to kiss him again, passionately, sitting on top of him, rubbing himself against Sajore. He quickly opened the vampire’s pant laces and started to pull them down.

“Hey, hey, could you slow down a bit... weren’t you going to make that lotion?” Sajore hushed him, keeping a hold of him at the waist.

Xir’ag laughed. “Oh damn. I almost forgot my fast cure… shouldn’t leave any bruises to remind me of this.”

The drow looked disappointed but slowly got up from the bed and walked to the laboratory. He rummaged there for some time and Sajore could hear glass bottles jingle as he lifted them one by one from the selves, searching for the right one.

Soon he walked back into the room, put the two glass bottles on the bed and threw away his cloak, sitting on the bed naked. He lifted the bottles up. “This one is for the pain. I made this after our… rather painful first time. And the other one is for removing unwanted bruises from the skin. It is very efficient.”

Sajore looked embarrassed when the first time was mentioned, but Xir’ag didn’t seem to notice anything. He soon lifted his legs on the bed and spread them wide open.

Sajore stared at him wide eyed.

He looked so funny that Xir’ag started to laugh. “I have to apply the lotion on my skin,” he explained as he opened the bottles and poured one into the other bottle, mixing them together, then he poured some of it into his hand. The sticky lotion didn’t smell very good, but as soon as Xir’ag started to put it on his skin, he could feel its effect. His skin started to tingle and the bruises started to vanish even as they watched.

“Wow, that’s really fast curing,” Sajore shook his head as he watched him closely. A bit too closely, for his head was almost between the drow’s legs.

Xir’ag slapped him on his head and closed his legs.

“Hey, why did you do that?” The vampire looked at him pouting.

Xir’ag smiled wickedly and opened his legs again.

“Ok, you can have another look, but let me take care of the wounds... first,” he gave the vampire a wicked wink.

“Why can’t I apply the lotion?” Sajore asked, trying to look serious, but his mouth twisted slightly.

“No!! That’s not all you would do and the wounds wouldn’t be cured. I have to do this,” Xir’ag laughed and punched him again.

Sajore stole the bottle from his hand quickly and poured some of the lotion into his hand. “Now... you wouldn’t want this go to waste would you?” He rubbed his fingers together.

Xir’ag shook his head. He couldn’t help but smile. “Ok then, but apply it everywhere, not just to... certain places.” He shook his finger in front of the vampire and Sajore started working eagerly. He massaged the drow’s face, the wound on his chin, his chest, shoulders, his neck bruises, his stomach, loins and lower stomach and moved lower. He pushed his fingers under his balls and lifted them up, massaging the lotion into them slowly.

Xir’ag didn’t feel any pain. Of course not, the lotion was numbing. Actually he started to feel something completely different from pain. Sajore moved to his organ and rubbed the lotion onto it with tender care. Xir’ag tried to stay calm, but his body betrayed him and soon the organ Sajore was rubbing was rock hard.

The vampire glanced up at him.

Xir’ag stared back, not saying a word.

Sajore added more lotion onto his hand and slowly applied it to the bruised skin around the drow’s body, but he never let his other hand move from his organ. When his whole body had been taken care of and all the bruises covered with the lotion, Xir’ag was on his back, moaning louder and louder, thrusting into his hand as Sajore rubbed his length faster.

“Weren’t... we... suppose to... ah... wait?” Xir’ag said slowly, his breathing getting harder.

Sajore suddenly stopped. “Say you don’t feel good and I’ll stop.”

Xir’ag yelled at him, pressing his hand back down onto his organ. “No, don’t stop! Not now.”

“Then, can you handle it?” The vampire asked, laughing. His eyes glowed almost yellow.

Xir’ag panted. “Mmmm, aha... I ... mean, yes.”

He moved closer and lifted his butt off the bed. Sajore moved between his legs and slipped his other hand under him. His still lotion slick finger was sucked inside fast.

Xir’ag moaned and turned his head, smiling.

“Does it feel that good?” Sajore asked grinning.

Xir’ag blushed a bit. “Don’t ask t-that,” he answered angrily.

Sajore replied by slipping two more fingers inside and Xir’ag twisted around slightly. He moved against the sheets as Sajore moved his fingers within him.

“You better be fast, you’re making me cum!” he virtually screamed.

Sajore removed his hand from his organ and Xir’ag whimpered. He lifted the drow to sit on the bed and got up.

Xir’ag stared at him as he extended his hands to him and lifted him into his lap, moving his hands on his butt. The drow wrapped his legs around his waist, afraid he would fall on the floor. He felt Sajore’s organ pressing against his butt, immediately under him and gasped, realizing what the vampire had in mind.

Sajore lowered him down on his organ slowly. The organ pressed against his opening and Xir’ag grabbed a hold of Sajore with his hands, clinging onto him hard, breathing even harder. The organ sunk into his hot opening slowly, his body still tight, taking it slowly in, making him gasp, shiver and moan.

Xir’ag cried out as Sajore started to move his hips, moving the drow’s delicate body up and down. It felt amazingly good. He felt like bursting in the instant when Sajore’s organ hit his prostate and made him scream out.

Xir’ag’s pleasure blurred eyes widened as he was roughly pushed against a wall. He felt the cold stone against his back, making him shiver. Sajore leaned him against the wall, releasing his other hand that was holding him up and grabbed the Drow's organ instead.

Now he could push harder into the drow as his other hand began to rub his organ. Xir’ag almost banged his head against the wall as Sajore pushed into him with a lot of force, he yelled out again, gripping his hands on the wall behind him.

“Aaah, Sajore... I’m gonna cum... right nooooow!” He cried out. His hands curled into fists, his toes tried to grip Sajore’s back and his muscles shook violently. Sajore pushed in faster and licked his neck as he thrust deep into him, hitting just the right spot over and over.

Xir’ag felt like a volcano was about to burst inside him, making everything disappear into a red haze. He howled like a wolf, his back twisting as he burst. The orgasm took so long he thought he was going to faint and his ears started to ring. Sajore never stopped moving inside him.

Sajore was not that close yet, as he was just getting excited. He watched the drow’s pleasure, drinking all of it into himself. He kissed his sweaty chest, licking the sperm from his hands and pulled him closer.

Xir’ag panted, he was exhausted.

He breathed heavily into Sajore’s neck, pulling his hair and moving to the same rhythm on him. Suddenly Sajore pulled him away from the wall so he was again hanging on the mercy of the demon and his cock was pushing deep. So deep, he moaned, his inner muscles trying to fight back as it was pushing in deeper than he could take.

The demon moaned back as the muscles tightened around his cock and moved him faster on his cock, up and down, as he stared into his eyes. Xir’ag was gasping for breath. He was so full that he couldn’t even think straight. The demon grinned and kissed him on the lips.

“Aren’t you going to say he- hello? We haven’t seen each other for ages… I let you be alone with him when you left, and again when you came back… and still, not a word of how much you have missed me. At least your body speaks for you.” The demon spat out.

Xir’ag tried to understand what he was saying, but found himself unable to reply.

The demon moaned as Xir’ag tightened his inner muscles again. Suddenly the demon walked them the short way back to the bed and threw the drow on it.

Xir’ag had no time to move before the demon was on him again.

He spread the drow’s legs open and thrust back inside with full force.

Xir’ag screamed and tightly gripped his raised knees.

The demon lowered himself closer to Xir'ag and hugged him tightly. He was feeling amazing, he was deep inside Xir’ag, who he had missed so much, and he was so close to him, his arms and legs pulled around him, his smell all around him. How could the drow smell so good? Feel so good, even sound so good. Those little whimpers driving him insane with lust. He felt the pressure inside him getting stronger with every thrust. He slammed into Xir’ag with a grunt.

Xir’ag opened his eyes as he felt the vampire’s breath on his face, his eyes glowed a bright yellow. The drow stared at the demons eyes hazily. He smiled at the man and kissed him passionately as the demon moved inside him, faster, harder, as he started to moan against his mouth.

Sajore kept his eyes open, looking right into Xir’ag’s eyes. The drows eyes almost rolled back in his head as he thrust hard into him, hitting his prostate again, moaning, gritting his teeth so that his fangs scraped the inside of his mouth. The demon shot his seed deep into him, pushing the drow against the sheets, leaning to him heavily and resting his head on his shoulder.

Xir’ag had hard time breathing. The vampire was heavy.

Sajore hugged the drow tight and lifted his chin. His eyes had turned back to orange. He had a little blood on his lip.

“My love... you are really heavy,” Xir’ag said, starting to laugh uncontrollably.

Sajore sat up and pulled out of him, before he collapsed onto the bed next to him.

“Oh by the gods... that was... intense,” he said, putting an arm on his face and let out a long sigh. He grabbed Xir’ag with his other hand and pulled him close.

Xir’ag smiled happily and snuggled next to him.

“Are you ok? I didn’t hurt you did I? I couldn’t help myself...”

“Stop asking me that all the time, I haven’t become any more fragile than before. I’m perfectly all right,” Xir’ag laughed. “It's true I couldn’t have stopped you if I had wanted to. But believe me... I didn’t want to stop you,” he continued, whirling his fingers around Sajore’s black hair.

Sajore glanced at him. “Are you really ok? You were still in pain just a while ago.”

“My potions are strong and effective. Stop worrying!”

Sajore looked at him, worried. “I did too much. You’re going to feel worse.”
“Well, if I do, you are here to take care of me. And it was worth it. Now quit it.” He shook his finger above his face and made Sajore grimace.

The vampire fell quiet.

Xir’ag kissed his cheek and nuzzled closer to him.

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Xir’ag woke up. He didn’t feel well. Actually he felt quite dizzy. He sat up and looked around. Some time had passed by it seemed. The fire Sajore had lit up before they had fallen asleep had gone out and the room was completely dark. He looked at the sleeping vampire next to him. Sajore slept with a little smile on his face.

Xir’ag felt a strange pressure on his head and pressed his head into his hands, the side effect of the curing potion. He knew this was going to happen but didn’t want to worry Sajore, so he hadn’t mentioned anything about it to the vampire.

He sighed and got up, walking to the bathroom. He got only to the door when everything went dark and he fell to the floor.

Sajore woke to the sudden sound and seeing Xir’ag on the floor, rushed to him.

Xir’ag smiled up at him calmly. “I just feel a bit dizzy,” he said holding his head.

Sajore looked worried and lifted him up from the floor. “Where were you going?”

“I needed to... pee,” Xir’ag said looking embarrassed.

I drank so much water... I was thirsty,” he felt a pain in his head again and grimaced. “I don’t think I’m okay. I need to rest. My head just hurts, this is nothing serious.”

Sajore lowered him back onto the bed and sat next to him. “We exhausted you too much.” He looked ashamed.

Xir’ag held his hand and closed his eyes. “Don’t start that again! It’s nothing like that. It’s all because of the potion. I just need more sleep,” he mumbled as he fell back asleep.

It seemed that the drow really did need sleep. He slept the whole day and next night without waking once.

Sajore sat next to him all that time looking after him and making sure he was okay.

Xir’ag didn’t move once.

Finally Sajore got worried that the drow wouldn’t wake at all and shook him a bit.

Xir’ag whimpered quietly and continued sleeping. He dreamt about the caves, about the woman and the beating. Then he saw Sajore. The vampire had come to rescue him. He walked closer and closer. Suddenly there was a shadow behind him. A sharp object pushed its way through Sajore’s chest and he screamed. He flamed up and dispersed into the air with a horrid look on his face. Xir’ag screamed his name, crying. He felt someone gripping his arms and tried to shake the hands off.

“Wake up!”

He heard Sajore’s voice and his eyes flew open. He sat up. He was covered with sweat and breathing hard.

Sajore looked scared.

“I... you died… I saw it all,” Xir’ag stared at the vampire, taking his face into his hands, touching his lips and cheeks. He started to shiver.

“Calm down. It was just a nightmare.”

“It felt too real.”

Sajore pulled him into his arms and gently rocked him back to sleep.