Pain and Pleasure

So I finally gave in and am posting the story here at AFF. I wanted to have one more place to put it up to if my site (www.zardra.com or www.haikii.org) will be down for longer than I hope it will be. I haven’t edited the first chapters of the story for years so they are *old*.

New or old reader/fan, I hope you will enjoy the story of Sajore and Xir’ag

!!!This story is hardcore mansex so if that’s not your thing, please do not go any further!!!

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Pain and Pleasure
~Zardra

Part 1
The Matron Mother lay drenched in sweat. She had been in labor for hours. She pushed one final time and let out an ear piercing scream. Moments later the baby came out. The looks she received from the Priestesses told her all she needed to know. “A boy.” The Matron said, her voice full of loathing.

The little boy yelled at the top of his lungs.

“Let's make it a sacrifice.” The oldest priestess said, a wicked smile playing across her lips.

“No, let him live. Lloth has not asked for him to be killed.” The Matron Mother's voice sounded weary. She retired to her room, leaving the child to lie on the cold stone floor.

The whip hurt. No matter how many times it hit him, he never got used to the pain.

“You missed a spot, you fool.” The priestess yelled, whipping him yet again.

Xir’ag knelt down and began scrubbing the armory floor all over again, even though he knew it was spotless.

His childhood had been full of whipping, full of his sister's laughter, full of pain, and full of nothingness. When his younger sister was born, he was no longer the youngest of the family, and everyone seemed to forget that he even existed.

He wandered days and nights through the house, discovering wondrous and terrifying things. He even found the house wizard's rooms. The old man was so senile he never even realized Xir’ag was there all the time, reading his books and going through his stuff.

When he finally turned fifteen, the women of the house remembered him again. He was signed to be apprentice to the wizard, as they had seen that he already spent all his time in the wizard's lab.

On his twentieth birthday the sisters announced to him that he was to meet the Matron Mother in an audience. Xir’ag was horrified. Why, what had he done?

For the first time in years he saw his mother, the Matron Mother, the amazingly, but evilly, beautiful woman who ruled the house.

The Matron addressed him with her cool voice, telling him the path of his destiny. “Xir’ag Yog'e'gmin, you are to go to the school for wizards, Sorcere, for 30 years to learn the art of magic.”

'30 years!' It felt like eternity for a twenty year old boy. 'But I will get out of this house, into the wide world.'

The next day he was all packed and ready to go. He had his important books with him and a change of clothes, real wizard robes.

In Sorcere there were more priestesses with hungry, waiting whips. His studying was not all good times, but for the most part he enjoyed it. When the night came, they all scattered around the school to study by themselves. All the students slept in a huge hall. He never made friends. He heard how the boys talked about the priestesses, how they would like to 'serve' them. He never fully understood what they meant, until one night one of the young priestesses called him into her room.

The priestess was there, alone, naked, on the bed. Xir’ag was horrified. He didn't want to move when the priestess called to him come closer. He turned around and ran.

The next day the same priestess whipped him in front of everyone until he was a bloody mess. She used the excuse that he had been being lazy in his studies.

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That night Xir’ag cried himself to sleep. “This is not what I want.” He whispered to himself.

For the first time in his life he received comfort from another. One of his fellow students brought him a towel and wiped the blood from his back. The gentle caresses would remain scorched into his memory for years to come.

School continued to drag on slowly. He had gotten a reputation as being a loner and not capable of doing any 'serving', so he was left alone.

At the end of the school year they had tests in magic. They would fight each other using magic as their only weapon. He finally realized that he had a newfound power with which to defend himself and he began to study even harder. Slowly he rose to the top ten of his class.

The class spent a year in the fighting school, Melee-Magthere. It was a good year. Xir’ag got to try different kind of weapons and learned how to defend himself, even without magic.

Soon it was clear to him that inside his fragile body was a hidden strength, one he had never known existed. He gained much needed self confidence that year, and when the time came to return to Corcere, he knew that he would be able to hold his head high and face his opponents without fear.

To this all there was, of course, a downside. He practiced every day, learning to control his body and mind. But by doing exercises in the courtyard, he soon gained the admiration of one of the older priestess who started to come up to watch him practice every day. Xir’ag ignored his stalker, never answering to her longing glances or kind words.

One day, he had been practicing for hours and was just about to go wash the sweat off his skin, when the priestess walked into the yard and straight up to him.

“You are not getting away this time. I want you, now. Follow me.”

Xir’ag was appalled, he didn't have any choice but to follow her. He still remembered what had happen the last time he had refused. Slowly he followed behind the woman to her rooms.

There the woman dropped her dress to the floor and approached him grinning wickedly. She stepped in front of him and began stripping away his sweaty clothes.

Xir’ag felt like running away, felt like crying, and felt like hitting the woman's hands away. Instead he did nothing, only closing his eyes. “I am sorry, but I will not be capable to give you the pleasure you seek.”

The priestesses fingers froze.

He opened his eyes to stare back into her frigid eyes.

“What in the all the seven hells do you mean?”

Xir’ag lowered his eyes. His voice came out, barely a whisper. “My body does not work.” He knew it wouldn't, he had seen naked women before, but none of them had aroused him, not even a little bit. He felt his cheeks growing warm with embarrassment.

The priestess stepped backward. “Oh damn, you are no use to me then.” She turned around and walked away, leaving him standing there, naked.

Xir’ag quickly gathered his clothes and left the room.

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That night he sat in the hot fountain for a long time.

Someone came in and sat beside him. He heard the footsteps, but never looked up, afraid that it was another priestess.

“You are going to melt if you sit in here all day,” said a definite male voice.

Hearing the laughing voice in front of him, Xir’ag reluctantly opened his eyes.

A tall man sat in the water across from him. His long white hair was held up in a high ponytail to keep it from getting wet. The man was handsome and his smile kind.

Xir'ag smiled back and was about to rise up from the water when he noticed that he was in no state to do so. He sat there embarrassed, afraid that the man would notice something. Apparently his body was quite capable of functioning. He had to sit there for as long as the other man remained.

Some time passed and the man rose up and left, nodding to him before leaving.

Xir’ag buried his face into his hands.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

In the next tests he was best in his class.

That made him study even harder. He spent all his time in studies. Even when the other students relaxed and played together, he studied. When they got free time and were allowed to visit their houses, he didn't go, choosing instead to stay in the empty school and continue his studies.

30 years. It seemed so long when he had started, but suddenly it was all behind him. One day and he would be free to go home again, as the house wizard. He had already received news from his house that the old house wizard had died and he would be taking his place as soon as he got back.

The morning of the graduation ceremony he had no idea of the horrors that this day would provide. He received his brand new wizard cloak of red velvet with the signs of his house. He wore it proudly and walked to the ceremony hall with all his student companions.

The room was full of sweet smells and he felt slightly faint walking in. His fellow students stood in a row and he went to stand beside them. He noticed that he was standing next to the handsome man from the fountain.

The priestesses in long cloaks started the long ceremony with songs and dance. Everything became blurry in his head. The priestesses were naked, their dance becoming more erotic. They collected men from the rows and the pairs fell to the floor, kissing passionately. Soon the room was full of deep moaning voices of pleasure.

A young beautiful priestess approached him and held her hand out to him.

Xir’ag acted like a puppet, taking her hand, not realizing quite what he was doing.

The priestess pushed him to the floor and straddled his hips. She was naked, her breasts in front of his eyes.

Yet, he felt nothing. Panic rose inside of him. 'No, not this, not again.' He looked around and noticed the handsome man in an intense embrace on the floor with another priestess. He felt something slowly waking up inside of him as he watched the man.

The priestess above him felt it too. She smiled to him and kissed him, slowly stripping him of his cloak.

Xir’ag kept his eyes on the man. 'Yes, I can do this. I have to.'

The woman kept kissing him and then suddenly covered his entire face with her huge breasts.

Xir’ag felt his concentration break.

The priestess rose again and followed his eyes to where he was looking. “So you like her better?”

Xir’ag didn't know what to say, he was incapable of even thinking clearly.

The priestess called out to the other woman. “Higr’aft, come here.”

The woman looked up with red, heated eyes and crawled to them on her knees. “What, my dear sister?” Her voice was soft and sultry as she licked her lips.

The man behind her rose from the floor and sat up staring angrily at Xir'ag.

Both priestesses followed Xir'ag's gaze to the man.

“So that's what you want?” The first priestess grinned and winked at the other priestess before calling the man by his name.

The man walked slowly over to them.

Panic rose inside of Xir’ag. 'I never wanted to cause this much attention. What are they going to do now?'

“Kiss him.” The priestess ordered Xir’ag.

The man looked appalled and shook his head. But upon seeing the priestess's furious look, he knelt down in front of Xir’ag.

His lips were soft and salty. Xir’ag closed his eyes and he felt how his body woke up once more. He heard the priestesses laughing, but he forcefully blocked out everything but the kiss. He felt how the rest of his clothing was peeled of from him until he lay completely naked on the floor. He kept his eyes closed and kissed that sweet mouth, imagining the man's face in front of him. He was now completely aroused, his body yearning for more. He felt someone sit on him, locking him into a tight grip. He felt them move on him so that he felt like a fire was burning inside of him. His lower body felt as though it were engulfed in flames. He desperately tried to control himself, but waves of pleasure swept over him, leaving his mind in a haze. He moaned as the full power of his orgasm overtook him. He felt his seed burst forth and he moaned softly.

The man moved away, and he didn't feel the press of his lips anymore. He breathed heavily, afraid of opening his eyes. The priestess on his lap got up and left him on the floor alone. He reluctantly opened his eyes.

The other priestess was standing a bit farther away and she laughed a hard laugh when she saw his eyes open.

The man was gone.

The other priestess sat next to him in the floor and winked at him when he looked at her. “You could finally do it, eh!” She started laughing.

Xir’ag felt his eyes getting wet and turned away quickly.

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He was the house wizard, released from the school with high grades. But the news of the graduation ceremony had reached his house fast and his homecoming was not a happy one. He waited for his audience for hours and when he finally got it, he was reluctant to face the Matron Mother; for the look on her face was one of fury.

“Go to your rooms. You are now the house wizard. I should have killed you when you were first born. We will never speak of this again.”

That was all she said and when she pointed her finger to the door, Xir’ag left quickly. He retired to his rooms and wept there alone. He felt so used, so alone, so miserable. After his eyes finally had no more tears, he calmed down and decided that he would never cry again. He would never be weak again.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

He had only worked for a few days in the house when he got a message from the Matron Mother to meet up again.

He went to the audience chamber with an empty heart and hollow eyes. There was nothing left of him, whatever they would make him do; it would be nothing to him. It meant nothing.

They sent him on a mission to another house, to settle an argument and secure an agreement of allies. He got there, he talked with the priestesses, he pleaded, he got the agreement, and he sold some valuable items as instructed.

When he returned home, he had another assignment.

He was never in the house more than a week at a time. He traveled across the city, meeting people, talking to them, dealing with the house's business, and settling burning issues. Years went by and he cured slowly but never allowed himself to feel anything. He had changed into a hollow shell of his former self. His eyes scared away anyone who tried to get close to him. Empty.

On a mission to a lower house he met an impertinent house wizard who attacked him. He was forced to defend himself. Then his sister, who was with him, killed the wizard. They were then attacked by the house priestesses and they killed them in a very bloody fight. It was the first time Xir’ag killed anyone, but all he felt was more emptiness.

They returned to their house and reported to the angry Matron Mother. Soon there was a war. They attacked the lower house and killed everyone, every last living soul, in the house.

Xir’ag remembered storming into a little room and finding it full of hiding soldiers. They screamed their surrender but as he turned his back on them one of them stormed him and he killed them all with a single huge blast of energy. He burned his own hair and face and returned to his house to take care of the wounds.

He had a fever after that. The house celebrated the victory in the war and he got many thanks from the priestesses for taking part so bravery to the fight. He just continued making his spells and working. Slowly he recovered from his wounds and he began to feel better, almost Drow again.

Yet, he still blocked everyone out, afraid of any closer contact with anyone.

He was sent to another mission. The negotiations were long and slow. He was forced to stay at the other house for over a year, as a hostage. He never felt like a hostage, no more so than in his own house. He sat in his little room all days and nights, staring at the walls, sometimes reading his wizard books, sometimes exercising his strength.

Finally, one day, the House Matron called to him. “We have settled the deal, you are free to go.”

And he was free again. 'Free?' But he didn't feel free.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

He got home, returned to his empty rooms and locked himself in. He stayed in his bed, his refugee, cursing his own weakness and the world around him and he cried.

Soon there was a celebration to the new allies in the big hall. Everyone was there. He had his house wizard cloak and his ceremony jewelry on, and his potions and spells ready.

Before the ceremony started, the Matron called to him. “I have a new assignment for you. This time you will not leave the house. Your assignment is here. You must spy and report to me on a certain new comer.”

Xir’ag was surprised, “Isn't that a job for the priestesses?”

“It would be, but I won't have my priestesses spying on a mere man. So the job falls upon you. It's time for you to spend some of your time in your own house anyway.”

Xir’ag bowed and left the room when given permission.

He stood in front of everyone on the ceremony altar, holding his magic items that he would soon use. He looked out into the crowd, sweeping it with his blank stare. Until... he stopped. He saw glowing orange eyes.

The person stared right back to him. He was taller than all the other people in the room, his eyes higher.

Xir’ag stared at those glowing eyes and could not turn away.

The ceremony started and his turn came. He scattered a magical red light above the whole room, lighting it up. He sent one of the twinkling red stars out above the audience. The light revealed the man with the glowing orange eyes. He had a long black hair and a very pale skin. Then the light shimmered away.

The priestesses sang and the Matron Mother chanted for Lloth.

Still he could not turn his eyes away.

Suddenly the ceremony was over. The people were walking away from the room. One of his sisters came to stand next to him and he had to turn. When he turned back, the man was gone.

“You must have noticed the new comer” The Matron said to him, pointing to the door.

“He was here?”

“Yes, the man with the strange orange eyes. He is Sajore, a vampire.”

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“Did you really think I wouldn’t notice you wizard?” A deep soft voice asked. Sajore stepped around the corner where Xir’ag was standing. His long black hair covered his face and only the glowing orange eyes could be seen.

Xir’ag felt like he was going to choke. What was wrong with him? He had practiced controlling himself for years and now... but this man made him so nervous. He held still when the vampire began to close in on him.

Sajore walked right up to him. He would have bumped into him if Xir’ag hadn’t suddenly backed up against the wall.

The tall vampire brought his face close to Xir'ag's and glared into his eyes. “What do you think you're doing here Xir’ag?” A dangerous grin played across his face, revealing his fangs.

Xir’ag stared at him. ‘He knows my name!’ He tried to move but Sajore put his hands on the wall to either side of him, trapping him.

“You were sent to spy on me, I know that. But what in the seven hells were you thinking, following a vampire like that?”

Xir’ag could not answer, he had been stupid. Of course he should have known that the vampire would sense his presence. His body was so close that Xir’ag could smell him, his earthly scent, like the soil, or burning wood and mist.

Suddenly the vampire sniffed him. “You smell nice for a spy. Maybe I should eat you?” His voice was soft.

Xir’ag stared into his eyes. “You know you are not allowed to attack anyone inside the house.”

Sajore backed up a step with an annoyed look in his face. For a moment he looked like he was going to leave, then he turned to Xir’ag. “Let's go to my room, wizard.”

Xir’ag stared at him.

Sajore signaled him to follow and he did.

Sajore's room was small and bare. There was only a bed, a table, and a lounge chair. Sajore sat in the one chair as soon as they got in the door.

Xir’ag was left to stand in the middle of the room.

Sajore looked at him grinning, “Well, you can stand there so I can look at you all night. Or you can sit down.”

“Sit where?” Xir’ag asked angrily.

Sajore laughed. “Well I already have the chair, so it's the table or the bed.”

Xir’ag slowly walked to the bed and sat on its edge.

As soon as he had sat down, Sajore rose and sat next to him, moving very fast.

Xir’ag felt his face begin to get hot. He closed his eyes. 'Control yourself, what is wrong with you?'

He heard Sajore laughing softly next to him. That man had the most beautiful voice. Xir’ag opened his eyes to find himself staring at those deep orange, almost amber, eyes. Sajore was so close to him. He felt dizzy.

The vampire didn't say a word. He just took Xir’ag's face in his hands and kissed him softly.

Xir’ag breathed deeply. The world was spinning. He closed his eyes again and returned the kiss. He felt how Sajore flinched when he carefully touched his face. It felt so good. He didn't want it to ever end. But all too soon Sajore moved away and he was forced to open his eyes again.

The look on the vampires face was so surprised that Xir’ag felt like laughing.

“I thought you would run away when I did that.” Sajore looked like his eyes were going to pop out of his head.

Xir’ag stared at him seriously. He never wanted to kiss anyone who didn't want him. Not again, not ever again.
“Was that your intention? To get rid of me?”

Sajore smiled softly. “It was... at first.”

“But not anymore?” Xir’ag asked, his voice barely audible.

“What do you think?”

The next kiss was deeper. Xir’ag was afraid of the vampire's fangs, but soon noticed that they had somehow gotten smaller. He surrendered fully to his feelings. He felt himself pushed onto his back and Sajore climb on top of him. He wrapped his arms around Sajore’s back, pulling him closer. Then he felt the vampire pull his robe up and off his body.

But then Sajore stopped.

Xir’ag opened his eyes.

Sajore was sitting on him and staring down into his face. “What are we doing? You're a man. We can't do this. Besides, don't you even realize that I’m a vampire?”

There it was again. He had learned to accept himself and who he was during these years, but apparently nobody else was ready to accept him. He sat up and turned his face away, furious. “You have gotten this far without noticing that I am not a woman? I am not as blind as you, I see your fangs. I just don't care! Maybe I just wanted to feel you. You, not Sajore the vampire, Sajore, the man.” He struggled to get out from under Sajore.

But the vampire didn't move. And he was too heavy for Xir'ag to move.

Xir’ag couldn’t get away. So instead they stared at each other.

Sajore's mind was full of questions. He had just been playing with this kid. He had seemed so nervous in the hallway that he had been sure that Xir’ag would flee as soon as he laid a hand on him. But then, well, then he had returned his kiss. And worse yet, Sajore was feeling pretty damn good about it. He had not been touched like that in a long time and he had enjoyed the kiss that they had shared. This Drow was different. He surely didn't have the cold eyes as the others had. He had something deeper within his eyes, a deep sorrow. At first his eyes seemed completely empty, showing nothing. But when he looked closer, he could tell... this kid had suffered. And still Xir'ag had touched him. Him. A vampire. Everyone hates vampires, everyone is scared of them, nervous around them. But this Drow didn't show a glimpse of that fear in his eyes. Sure he was nervous, but when he touched Xir’ag, he seemed calm.

Xir’ag stared at Sajore's eyes wondering what the vampire was thinking.

Suddenly Sajore placed his hand on Xir’ag’s stomach and he felt a wave of pleasure washing over him.

“Are you serious about this? Do you know what you’re getting into?”

Xir’ag tried to calm his breathing, he nodded. “You are the one who has second thoughts about this,” he whispered, still feeling the touch of Sajore's hand on his bare skin.

The vampire stared deep into his eyes and started to move his hand down.

Xir’ag’s eyes opened wide.

Sajore's hand stopped at the hem of his pants. “Will you be back tomorrow?”

Xir’ag felt dizzy. “That was not the answer I was waiting to hear.”

“I have lived too long to do anything too hastily.” Sajore got up from the bed leaving Xir’ag lying there. Alone. Somehow the same feeling he had had after the graduation ceremony came back. He felt used. He collapsed down on the bed and closed his eyes. He didn't want it to end like this. Xir’ag heard steps and then the bed shifted. He felt Sajore's soft lips on his forehead. A light kiss.

“You will be back tomorrow then?” the deep voice asked.

Xir’ag nodded. “Yes.”

“To spy on me?”

“No.”

“To see me, to continue?”

“Yes.” He felt the bed move once again and when he opened his eyes.

Sajore was gone.

He walked to his rooms in a dream. He didn't see or hear anything. All he could think about were those touches. He arrived to his rooms, opened and closed the door and fell to the floor. He curled up, clenching his hands around himself. How he wished it was Sajore holding him now.

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The vampire appeared in to his room again. He was more confused than ever. He had no idea what he should do. That damn kid had got his head all mixed up. His sweet smell and beautiful face and soft voice. His incredibly soft white hair. And how good it felt to touch him.

'What was he thinking?' He stopped after realizing that he was walking a tight circle in the middle of his room. He sat on the bed and before even realizing what he was doing, he was lying where Xir’ag had been, smelling the sheets. His smell was still there.

“Every time I have gotten too close to someone, there has been only pain.” He gripped the sheets tightly in his hands. “But I have been alone for so long,” he whispered to the sheets, still smelling Xir'ag's scent, still feeling his hands on his back, his soft touch.

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This time Xir’ag saw Sajore before the vampire got to surprise him.

“You are back.” Sajore turned around and headed in the direction of his room.

“Stop,” Xir’ag said suddenly.

Sajore turned around furiously. “What, you're not keeping your promise?”

“We should go to my rooms. Your room is open to anyone. It has no magical barrier, unlike mine, which is closed to all magic.”

Sajore stared at him. 'The Drow wants to go to his room, where we won't be disturbed.' He followed as the young Drow as he started walking towards his room.

Xir’ag opened the door with a simple command. The big stone door opened quickly. "Come in."

Sajore looked around surprised. “Your rooms are huge, much bigger than mine.” There was a jealous tone in his voice.

Xir’ag stood in the middle of the room as Sajore walked around, looking in every room and staring at the huge bookcases and shelves of bottles.

“Yeah, you're a wizard... lot of stuff you got here.” The vampire talked to himself as Xir’ag’s eyes followed him. Eventually Sajore seemed to notice him standing there. He walked past him and sat in a huge chair at the other end of the room. “Even your chair is more comfortable than mine.”

Xir’ag sighed, but continued standing there quietly until Sajore's eyes turned to him.

“Are you so nervous that you have to talk nonstop?” He finally asked Sajore, glaring at him under his brows.

The vampire jumped up from the chair furiously. “I am not nervous! I was giving you compliments on your room.” He looked away.

Xir’ag snorted.

Sajore walked up to him and stood there, almost a head taller than him.

Xir'ag had to look up.

“Aren’t you at all afraid of me?” Sajore roared.

“Why would I be? You can't kill me.” Xir’ag said calmly, staring at his glowing angry eyes.

“No, but I can fuck you.” Sajore's eyes twinkled with mirth.

Xir’ag stared back, grave as ever. “You'd better.”

Sajore's eyes went wide. His mouth almost opened from the astonishment. This Drow was incredible. Somehow he almost felt like laughing, but looking to his red eyes, all he felt was rapidly growing desire.

Xir’ag looked at the vampire's huge eyes as he stared back at him. Somehow he didn't feel at all nervous, all he felt was a huge craving to touch and be touched. But he couldn't, he had to wait for Sajore to make the first move. Last time Sajore had hesitated and he didn't want that to happen again.

Sajore didn't move, he couldn't, he was too confused to move. If he was to leave right now, there would be no return. But he didn't want that. Still, he was... yes, he was too nervous to touch him. He still felt like there was something wrong. He felt something, he felt too much. He wasn't supposed to feel this much, he was a vampire, he could never let anyone near enough to feel something for them. But then again, when had he ever cared what the rules of the world said? This Drow in front of him awoke something in him he didn't even know existed and it felt good... so it must be good. He continued staring at him and started to feel like it was a contest. Which one would give up first? He laughed.

Now it was Xir’ag’s turn to be confused. He looked at Sajore as his eyes softened and he started laughing softly.

“You are different.” The vampire shook his head.

“So I have been t...” Xir’ag started to say with the same serious voice, but he never got to finish his sentence. Because in the next instant Sajore kissed him. His lips pushed against his passionately, almost urgently. This was different from any other kiss he had ever experienced. It was so full of passion that his entire body began to shiver. He returned the kiss with all of his desire. Their tongues searched for each other and they melted into one.

Sajore could taste the unbelievably sweet flavor of the Drow. His senses were wired to the edge. He smelled him, he felt his hands curling around him and touching his back.

Xir’ag pushed him backward and they started to move slowly towards the big bed in the corner, never letting go of each other.

When Sajore felt the edge of the bed against his legs, he turned them both around and pushed Xir’ag down to the bed. As he climbed on top of him, he opened his leather pants.

Xir’ag pulled his robe over his head and threw it unbidden to the floor.

Then they were kissing again. Sajore searched Xir’ag’s pants and loosened the laces.

Xir’ag’s breathing quickened as Sajore looked down upon him. His eyes glowed deep red, almost feverish, and he looked like he had just run for miles. Exhausted.

Sajore felt amazing, he desired this man more than he had ever desired anything before. He almost attacked him, pushing him down to the bed and pulling him closer, as close as he could. He felt the Drow's hands pushing his pants down and he kicked them to the floor.

Xir’ag lifted his legs around Sajore as Sajore slipped his hands under his legs. Soon Xir’ag sat in Sajore's lap.

They looked into each others eyes.

Xir’ag was so scared that Sajore would run away again... not now. He breathed heavily, feeling him hard under him. He still had his pants on, but slowly Sajore pulled them off. He helped him, lifting his other leg so he could throw them to the floor.

Sajore eyed Xir’ag. He was now totally naked sitting on his lap. And he was getting really nervous. 'Was this really happening?' Sajore looked at him, staring at his face and moving his hands down his body. As his eyes reached below Xir’ag's stomach, his eyes widened.

Xir’ag felt blood rushing to his face in embarrassment. “What are you looking at?!”

“Your hair... is white!” Sajore said amazed.

Xir’ag stared into his surprised eyes and suddenly couldn't help himself and began to giggle.

Sajore's face was mixed with embarrassment and amusement. “Sorry, I didn't know it was white down there too.”

Xir’ag kissed him deeply. “I hope you're not too shocked to continue?” He grinned.

Sajore answered by kissing him, first his mouth, then down to his throat.

Xir’ag moaned softly when he touched his pointy ears. He wrapped his legs behind Sajore’s back and pulled himself tighter, closer to him.

But Sajore pushed him further away, lifting his body to a better position like it didn't weigh anything. His hand gripped tightly around Xir'ag's organ.

Xir’ag groaned as he started to move his hand slowly up and down. The Drows eyes closed and he bit his lip. Soon he buried his head to the nape of Sajore's neck. He breathed heavily. He gripped his hands to Sajore's back as the waves of pleasure started to surge through his body. It felt so different from doing it himself, the sensation of someone else touching him. He couldn’t control himself and started moving against Sajore’s hand.
He came hard, bursting to Sajore's palm. He cried out and his head fell back.

Sajore licked his fingers, tasting the warm fluid on them. He kissed Xir’ag's chest and slowly climbed up to his throat. When he got to his chin, Xir’ag returned his kiss, tasting his own seed in his mouth. It tasted sweet.

Sajore smiled, pushing him onto the bed, following behind, and placing himself on top of him. He gripped Xir’ag’s leg and pulled it up getting closer to him. His hard organ pressed Xir’ag’s opening.

The Drow breathed fast as the vampire quickly forced his way into him. Xir’ag wailed, trying to say something, trying to push him away. 'Too fast! It hurts!'

Sajore kissed the tip of his ear and moved inside him. He pushed in, feeling the entrance becoming moist. He thrust faster, kissing his face, neck and lips.

Xir’ag gripped tightly on him, crying out. It hurt so much more than he had thought it would.

Sajore smelt the scent of blood flooding his nose as he thrust into Xir'ag with more even more power. He was far too heated to stop, even when he realized that the blood came from his lover.

Xir’ag hugged him tighter, crying in his ear as he felt the vampire’s orgasm taking him over.

A wave of pleasure rushed through Sajore, flushing out everything else and he thrust in as hard as he could for the last time, spilling his seed inside the Drow's fragile body.

Xir’ag screwed his eyes shut, breathing heavily under the vampire, as he lingered inside of him. It didn't hurt that much anymore, but it didn't feel pleasant either. He felt something wet running down from his entrance and onto the bed.

Sajore pulled out, rising a little whimper from Xir’ag. He looked into the Drow's face and saw his closed eyes and pained look. In any other situation that pained look would have given him pleasure. He enjoyed causing pain. But on Xir'ag's face it made his heart clench. It must have hurt. The Drow didn't seem to want to talk about it, so he didn't say anything.

Xir'ag pulled Sajore closer and curled into his arms as Sajore fell next to him to the bed.