Passionate Nightmare

Yashi was just going to wake the man up. It looked like Deimos was having a nightmare of the most horrifying nature and considering that Deimos himself was a creature of the night that meant it must be really appalling. Yashi worried for him, but kept it to himself. There was so little he could keep from the vampire due to his enhanced senses, both physical and psychic. He hoped that Deimos had kept his promise to not read his thoughts, or his attraction to the man would not have been secret.

The man was so attractive Yashi ached. Where Yashi had light blue eyes, Deimos’ eyes were a rich amber that Yashi wanted to lose himself in. Where Yashi had smooth pale locks, Deimos’ were pitch black and slightly mussed and Yashi had to still his hands to keep them from running through the hair and trying to tame it and the vampire it belonged to. He had a hard time sharing a room and bed with Deimos, let alone emotions, but the wagons were cramped and few so thus that was what had been arranged.

It helped that Yashi was a past master at hiding his thoughts, but only on his face. It had taken some careful months to train his emotions so that they would not scream his feelings to anyone who could pick up such signs, like the man who was whimpering next to him. He reached over the tangled bedding to shake the vampire’s shoulder, but before he could even touch him, Deimos whipped around and struck. There was no sense behind those glaring vermillion eyes as he slashed out at Yashi with nails sharpened to claws. The claws ripped through the light sleeping shirt Yashi was wearing and the flesh beneath it. Yashi cried out in pain and tried to draw back, but Deimos had pulled him over and rolled him so that he was crushed beneath the vampire’s weight. Yashi’s eyes widened when he saw that Deimos’ fangs were longer and more dagger-like in appearance than normal. He shuddered when the vampire leaned in closer to his neck and a hot gust of breath ghosted over the exposed skin. A tingle that was not caused by fear rippled down his spine. It was only when he felt a slight prick on his neck that Yashi realized the danger of the situation.

“Deimos.”

Yashi had little hope that the enraged vampire would be willing to listen to his entreaty, but he had to try to get through the fury to the man inside the monster. He tried again with more force.

“DEIMOS!”

Glowing crimson orbs met sky blue ones. Yashi kept his gaze steady not allowing the predator to sense any weakness. This was a futile effort since Deimos rested some weight on his slashed chest and Yashi drew in a quick pain-filled breath. Yashi hated showing weakness or pain, but this move turned out to be the correct one as the red melted out of Deimos’ gaze and the eyes turned their familiar gold.

Deimos shook his head to remove the scarlet mist that filled it and really looked at Yashi. To his despair he saw the teenager was a pasty white and pain lined his face. He was biting his lip to try to control the ache, but the quick shallow breaths displayed it for the world to see. Horror filled Deimos’ face.

“Oh Gods, Yashi, I’m so sorry. What have I done?” He quickly rolled off the young man and stared aghast at the torn flesh that was weeping blood and turning the once white shirt red. Deimos leapt off the bed to find the first aid kit. He dug it out and flung it open on the bed and pulled out bandages. Guilt filled him as he realized that he would have to remove the now ruined shirt to get at the similarly ruined chest beneath it, but it seemed that Yashi understood this and had sat up and was already lifting the garment off. When it was off Deimos took it from Yashi’s hands to use to it wipe up any blood that had spilled down his stomach. Deimos’ hunger chose that moment to raise its ugly head at the sight of a meal, but he squashed it ruthlessly since it had been those instincts that caused this mess in the first place. It caught him by surprise though. It had been a very long time since he lost control over the hunger. He gave himself a mental shake and got back to the task at hand. This proved harder than it should have since toned abs that rippled with each wipe kept distracting him. He managed to finish the cleaning and pulled out a jar of a paste to help heal the gash. Luckily the cut was relatively shallow and wouldn’t need stitches, but Deimos wasn’t taking any chances with infection and wiped on a relatively thick layer of heal-all.

Deimos gulped.

Now the abs weren’t a distraction, but dusky nipples and an athletic chest were most definitely diverting him. He was worried he was being obvious in his ogling and looked up at Yashi’s face beneath lowered lashes. The face was slightly flushed and the eyes had a needy quality to them, but Deimos thought he might be reading too much into it. Then he noticed something odd. Normally Yasshi was a blank wall to his empathic senses, but it seemed that the pain had nudged open a door. Deimos was picking up a myriad of feelings: pain, fear, embarrassment and…lust?

Deimos’ hands quickly started wrapping Yashi’s chest. He had to lean forward so that he could reach around his back putting his mouth near Yashi’s ear. The feeling of lust spiked when Deimos’ warm breath husked over the shell and he could see Yashi’s skin flush. He reached the end of the bandage and tucked it in so that it wouldn’t come undone, but he didn’t pull back. He was tempted.

So very tempted.

Just by lowering his lips a few inches they would come to rest on the pale flesh of Yashi’s neck. Deimos wanted to taste the skin and feel the rush of emotions the action would bring. He wanted to caress and rub and stroke. He wanted to lick and nip and suck. He wanted so very badly he ached with it. He had wanted for a long time, but had not picked up any signs from the teenager than his wants would be reciprocated. Now he had his signs, but was unsure of how to proceed. His body told him, he should be doing less thinking and more acting and he was starting to agree with that course of action.

“Yashi.” The word was less than a whisper more of an exhalation, but the young man jumped slightly. Deimos inhaled deeply through his nose and a multitude of scents struck him, but Yashi’s warm clean scent filled him with animalistic need. “Gods, you smell so good.”

Deimos flushed. That hadn’t been what he meant to say, but the words had been pulled from him. He pulled back to look at Yashi’s face. The need in his eyes was stronger now, but worry and fear of rejection bombarded Deimos’ senses. He put those fears to rest with a simple action. Very slowly Deimos’ leaned in and touched his lips against Yashi’s giving him plenty of time to prevent the action. When no such action was taken he gave a feather like caress to the lips with his own. He tangled a hand in silky blonde locks while his other arm supported his weight as he leaned into the warm body below him.

Yashi was shocked. Never had he dreamed that Deimos would have similar feelings. He had thought he had been strange in his wants and thus had taken measures to hide them. But Deimos was not pulling back, was not rejecting him; in fact was encouraging him to respond. Yashi decided to stop thinking and start feeling. He tentatively twined a hand through Deimos’ ebony hair then gained courage and pulled him deeper into the kiss.

Deimos gave moan of appreciation and opened his mouth to Yashi’s tentative probe. Their tongues met and slid in a smooth caress. When he pulled back a few moments later they were both panting. With a devilish look Deimos divested himself of his shirt and then leaned to the side and drew the lower lobe of Yashi’s ear into his mouth and suckled it for a moment. Yashi gave a hiss of pleasure as Deimos ran his tongue on the outer shell of his ear and then blew on the tingling flesh. Deimos started a slow trail down his neck and chest with an apologetic kiss on the bandaged wound. His tongue made lazy symbols over the twitching abdomen and dipped into the navel. Reaching the rim of Yashi’s loose pants he carefully reached down and stroked his erection through the thin material. Yashi was now leaning back on his elbows and threw his head back with a moan. Deimos urged Yashi to lift his hips so that he could slip his pants off. Once he had them off he tossed the garment in a corner and then worked on his own pants until he wriggled out of them. He then crawled up to the young man’s hips and lowered himself onto his elbows.
With a look of mischief mixed with desire he licked the pre-cum that had accumulated at the tip with a long slow lick. Yashi’s hips jerked, but a quickly placed hand stopped them from thrusting. Deimos lowered himself and drew the full length into his mouth, fisting what he could not fit. He alternated sucking with running his tongue along the base until Yashi felt like a quivering pile of mush. A short while later Yashi felt something cresting and gave Deimos a yelp of warning, but that was what Deimos had been waiting for. Arching his back Yashi came into Deimos’ mouth. Deimos leaned back and then spit the cum into his hand. Leaning forward again he lifted up Yashi’s knees and while the teen was still recovering from his orgasm tentatively probed his untried hole. The first finger slipped in relatively easily, but Yashi squirmed around the intrusion. It wasn’t unpleasant, but it was strange. He stopped twitching and Deimos slowly added a second. This one was painful, but he tried not to jerk away. Deimos could feel his trembling and ran his other hand over Yashi’s member hoping to distract him. Yashi hissed as he spread his two fingers, stretching the opening carefully before adding a third finger. Yashi cried out in pain, his legs shaking. He closed his eyes and tried to block out the pain but was failing. He gave quick shuddering breaths trying to recover. Then Deimos curled his fingers slightly and hit a spot that made Yashi see stars. Now Yashi knew why people went through the pain.

Deimos withdrew his fingers and then wiped the remaining cum on his own member making it slick. He urged Yashi to open his legs to him and then placed his member at Yashi’s entrance. As he slowly entered he looked into Yashi’s eyes. Yashi stared back trying to remain relaxed at the intrusion. There was some pain, but it was sweet when it mixed with the pleasure Deimos’ filling him caused. He looked back up into Deimos’ eyes and saw that they were slowly shifting to red and his fangs were lengthening. Deimos leaned forward and ran his fangs lightly up Yashi’s neck. He thanked whatever god would listen that a bite wouldn’t turn Yashi since he didn’t think he could control himself much longer. He pulled his hips back and with a slow roll thrust back in. He kept a slow tortuous pace while he covered Yashi’s neck with love bites. Yashi gave a tiny cry of pleasure with each rhythmic thrust. On a particularly deep thrust he gave a breathless scream and clutched at Deimos. Deimos stopped holding back and let loose.

He plunged into the warm heat below him and Yashi wrapped his long legs around Deimos’ hips, trying to draw him deeper. With each hard snap of his hips Deimos pushed Yashi deeper into the mattress. The slap of flesh against flesh filled the air and mingled with Deimos’ grunts and Yashi’s breathless cries and moans. Deimos changed the angle of his thrust and Yashi screamed as his prostate was ruthlessly hit. Deimos kept slamming into him coming closer to his peak. He could feel Yashi start to flutter around him and knew he was close also. He gripped Yashi’s hips and pounded into the exquisite tightness. Deimos gasped into Yashi’s ear.

“Cum for me.” Deimos sank his fangs into the base of Yashi’s neck.

Yashi keened his pleasure and pain as he shot streams of creamy liquid onto his and Deimos’ stomachs. The only thing that kept Deimos from releasing a cry of his own was the line of taut muscle he had filling his mouth. Crimson filled his mouth and leaked out the corners as Yashi’s inner muscles clamped down on his cock. Deimos shuddered and released hot semen to coat Yashi’s pulsing walls. He slowly released Yashi’s neck from his mouth and licked at the bite he had left behind as it bled sluggishly. Yashi quivered and Deimos felt aftershocks ripple through him. Deimos finally pulled back and watched happily as cum leaked out of the teen’s entrance. He leaned down and cleaned it up the hot cream with his tongue and then proceeded to do the same with the fluid on Yashi’s stomach.
Yashi just shuddered enjoyably and basked in the after glow. They stayed in that moment for what felt like an eternity. Finally Deimos collapsed at his side with his head on Yashi’s shoulder and an arm flung over his chest. Yashi thought he might have fallen asleep when a quiet voice filled the silence.

“I’m sorry that I hurt you, but not for what resulted. I have wanted to do that for so long.”

Yashi simply turned his head and nuzzled Deimos’ hair and forehead.

“Me too.”

“Am I allowed to similar actions in the future?”

Yashi smiled and chuckled lightly.

“Anything you want.”