Pain and Pleasure

Part 11B

Sajore was sinking deeper into a sleepless sleep. He lay on the bed without moving, like a corpse, as Xir’ag worked on potions and spells in the laboratory. Xir’ag had cleared his mind from the poison the moment they had gotten back; it was an easy task here, amongst all his potions. Soon the wizard returned to Sajore with a worried and serious look on his face.

He held Sajore in his arms and poured a small bottle of clear fluid into his mouth, then started a complicated spell, whispering it into Sajore’s ear without moving from his spot next to the vampire.
Slowly Sajore started to regain his strength, his broken mind starting to reform. His fingers were twitching and his legs started to move, his facial expressions starting to show that he was waking up and not having pleasant things in his mind.

Finally his eyes snapped open. He lay there without moving; only squeezing Xir’ag’s hand in his to show that he was aware of his presence. Once the spell was disbanded from his mind, his body started to recover swiftly, his wounds closing and his bruises fading. Soon he looked like nothing had happened. He was still tired, so tired that he didn’t want to move. So, he pulled Xir’ag closer and nuzzled his neck, soon falling back to sleep, murmuring something against the drow's skin.

Xir’ag stroked the vampire's hair calmingly and let him sleep. He felt a sting of jealousy towards the vampire’s healing powers, if he would be able to do that too, he would be so much more powerful. On the other hand, he didn’t give a damn about power as long as they were safe.

Sajore woke up hours later, finding Xir’ag sleeping next to him. The vampire started to slowly move his muscles, testing that everything was in order and worked normally again. His stomach, where Elga had stabbed him, was still aching a bit and he had to stretch his shoulder for longer to get it all the stiffness out of it, but the pain was gone.

Xir’ag moved his head and started to wake up as Sajore kept moving on the bed, bending and twisting his muscles. The vampire kissed his cheek softly and then hopped off the bed to stand on the floor, to bend and stretch. Xir’ag observed him for a while before frowning.

The vampire stopped. He bent an arm over his shoulder to touch his back. “What’s wrong?”

Xir’ag stared at him and sat up. “Where’s Sajore?”

“He’s resting.”

Xir’ag looked into the yellow eyes for a long time and then nodded. The demon smiled softly and sat on the bed. “He’s not far. He wouldn’t leave me alone with you, especially after all this. Don’t worry.”

Xir’ag smiled back and cupped the demons cheeks in his palms. “It’s ok. I’m not worried anymore.”

The demon looked relieved and fell onto his back, staring to the ceiling. “I want things to get back to what they were… do you think it will be possible? … I–I miss touching you.”

Xir’ag fell next to him, hugging him lightly. “I’ve thought about it. I think I have a solution…”

“What’s that?” The demon lifted his head.

“I’ll tell you when you’re both healed.”

“I’m healed, and all Sajore needs is a few more hours of rest.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, stop worrying… and tell me about it.” The demon smirked and turned to face the drow.

“Aren’t there a bit more serious things to talk about? Like what happened.”

“No. We got out. He’s not after us anymore. And you saved us, you were so cool. We’ll talk about it when the time feels… better.” The demon snapped, clearly enthusiastic to change the subject from the previous day’s happenings.

Xir’ag nodded his acceptance and remained silent.

“The other issue…?” The demon urged him, poking his ribs gently and waggling his eyebrows.

“This waiting is starting to get rather painful. Don’t you miss my cock?”

Xir’ag couldn’t help but to burst out laughing. “Well, I can definitely tell that I’m talking with you and not Sajore now.” He chuckled and poked the demon back.

The bad tension between them had clearly faded, considerably. Xir’ag slowly rose to his elbows and turned to look into the demons yellow eyes. The eyes were usually cold and distant. Now they were warm, like little burning flames. He could feel Sajore’s stare behind that yellow glow and he smiled, tracing the vampire’s eyebrows with his fingers.

“I want us to make love again… I want it to happen slowly and without scaring any of us. I want all of us to be here and all of us to enjoy it together.” He stopped and looked into the vampire’s eyes, letting him digest what he had heard.

“I want that too… I mean, we want it too, both of us, of course.” The demons ragged breath ghosted across Xir’ag’s cheek and the drow felt how his strong hands braced his hips closer.

“I don’t know if you got the whole meaning of what I said… together: all of us, being here.”

“Well… um… we can’t be sure that we are all going to be there the whole time…” The demon was a bit confused. Where was the drow going with this?

“Yes, we can.” Now Xir’ag flashed such a drowish grin at the demon that his yellow eyes widened and then he answered with a wide grin of his own.

“What has your little perverted mind made up for us?” He laughed a low laughter and pulled Xir’ag even closer.

“There is a way… a spell, which some skilled fighters use in wars against bigger houses. When they are outnumbered and need more fighters, the best of their fighters are selected to drink a potion and… clone themselves.” Xir’ag’s grin was now spreading so wide it threatened to reach his ears. He giggled to himself as he saw the weirded out look on the vampire's face.

“You want to clone me?”

“Something like that. You and Sajore will still both be in this body, but the other body will let you control it. You are in control of the borrowed body. There are only a few rules in this.”

“And what would those be?” The demons grin was competing with Xir’ag’s.

“One: You cannot harm your original body, using the new one. Two: when you either ‘die’ or pass out, you will return to your original body. Three: your original body is in control of yours, so basically even when you, demon, will be in charge of the new body, if Sajore wants, he can control you, but you can’t control him.”
“… So, you are giving this body completely to Sajore and let me have a borrowed body that I still can’t completely control?”

“Yes.” There was no point in lying, the demon was not stupid and understood everything clearly.

This would be a perfect way to be completely sure the demon would not come out and push Sajore aside when they most wanted to be together.

“And you’ll get fucked your brains out.” The demon pointed out, like it was a completely normal thing to say in an everyday situation like this.

Xir’ag blushed lightly. “Well… that might happen too,” he mumbled and tried to stand up. He yelled in surprise as he landed to the soft sheets, the demon pressing onto his body over him. His eyes had turned somewhere between yellow and orange. “So you both agree,” he giggled.

Sajore nodded. What else could he say? He had observed the dialogue, ready to step in if something disturbing happened, but things had gotten so interesting that now he just wanted to see what would follow. “And hi… I’m fine too,” He winked and Xir’ag hugged him. Sajore hugged him back, tightly. Soon he started to kiss the drow's neck softly, sliding his tongue on the silky black skin.

Xir’ag felt he should stop him, but it had been so long, such a long time. He felt his groin aching and his heart starting to race in his chest. He sighed as Sajore started to strip him slowly. “Shouldn’t you still re..mmmm” Xir’ag tried to say, but was interrupted with Sajore’s tongue that pierced into his mouth and sucked the words out from his tongue. He moaned into the vampire’s mouth as he fought out of his remaining clothes.

“No, no need to rest anymore… Sorry, but I am not going to wait any longer. Every time we decide to wait, someone or something comes between us. Not anymore. I am not letting you go.” the vampire breathed into his ear and nibbled the earlobe carefully.

“Well... ok,” Xir’ag giggled, not being able to resist him any longer, not wanting to.

“Besides, you seem to taste absolutely delicious tonight.” Sajore licked his lips, then frowned

“Is your mouth okay? You bit your tongue earlier.”

Xir’ag nodded and stuck out his tongue. “I healed it as soon as we got here.”

Sajore sucked the tongue into his mouth and hummed. “Mmmm, you’re right… but you still taste amazing.

The drow smiled against his lips

They finally had to break the deep kiss for Xir’ag to breath. The drow was soon tracing the lines of Sajore's face with his fingers and whispered, “So, we are going to do this right away? No more interruptions?”

He got a low groan as an answer. It sounded positive.

“Can you wait while I get the potion and make the preparations?”

“Is it going to take long?”

“No, everything has been ready for some time now. I just have to get the things here.”

Sajore sighed as he lifted his head from the nape of Xir’ag’s neck and flopped onto his back. “Get what we’ll need.” He let go of Xir’ag and pressed his palms on his eyes. Damn... he was so aroused that he wanted to scream.

Soon Xir’ag got back, carrying a little flask and a small doll made of white candle wax.

“That’s the body?” Sajore chuckled.

Xir’ag put the doll next to him on the bed and offered the flask. “Yeah. That’s all we need. It’s enchanted, so it will recognise the spell and the demons soul can take it over.”

“And all I need to do is to drink this?”

“Yes. You will feel disorientated for a while and then it will start working.” The wizard smiled. “Don’t worry, I’ve tested this myself, it works fine.”

“And what did you do while cloned?”

Xir’ag laughed “…Pervert.”

Sajore grinned and lifted the potion to his lips. “Here we go.” He drank it all in a few gulps. His mind started to spin and he felt like he was falling. He fell onto his back on the sheets. His head was spinning. His skin seemed to turn into mist, into liquid; he felt how he slipped out of himself, still staying there. He closed his eyes and felt a cold wave go trough him, leaving his head strangely empty. It was quiet... until he heard a low laugh and forced his eyes open, staring straight at… himself? He had to blink. It was him, but still not. The wide grin, fangs and the yellow eyes told him that he was staring at the demon.

Xir’ag looked at Sajore, then to the demon and then back to Sajore. “It seems to be working perfectly.”

For a moment all the men just exchanged looks, without knowing what to do next. Sajore sat back up. The demons crooked grin widened as he finally parted his lips. “Hello, my dear… brother?”

Without a warning Sajore moved so fast that the demon and Xir’ag could do nothing. He lifted his hand and threw his fist into the demons face as fast and hard as he could.

“Owwwww!” The demon yelled out and braced his nose with his fingers. It hurt. A lot! “Ok… not calling you a brother again!”

He huffed and glared but said nothing else. He knew what that was for and also knew that he had deserved it, so he just stared into Sajore’s eyes until the man in front of him seemed to calm down and finally nodded to him.

Xir’ag looked at all this and didn’t know what to say. ‘I guess they finally made up’. He sighed inwardly.

“I thought we would look different.” The demon said, remembering his own body that he had lost millenniums ago. He had been handsome, in a very different way than Sajore, but still handsome. It would have been nice to show Xir’ag his true form, and also to Sajore.

Sajore just shrugged and stared at his replica.

Suddenly the demons eyes moved to Xir’ag and he raised his hand, getting up to his knees and touched Xir’ag’s cheek softly.

Sajore growled.

“Hey, hey, don’t get jealous to yourself. I want to fuck you too,” the demon said, removing his hand from Xir’ag cheek and got closer to the vampire instead.

Sajore moved back. This was so absurd that he didn’t know what to do. He saw Xir’ag grinning at his horrified look.

“You really are not as innocent as you look.” Sajore glared at Xir’ag as the demon sat in front of him, touching his chest and licking his lips with a hungry look on his face.

“Who ever told you I was innocent?” Xir’ag giggled and made his way to the two identical men, lowering himself onto the bed and wiggling his naked body.

He was met by two pairs of heated eyes that stared at his beautiful form. Without hesitation he slowly touched the demons face, looking into his yellow eyes, then he turned to Sajore and kissed him lovingly. “Are you ok with this?” He asked.

The demon took his hand into his behind Xir’ag’s back. “I am, if you are. This is for you.”

Xir’ag smiled impishly and touched Sajore’s growing erection through his pants. “Your body seems to be happy with this,” he whispered. He concentrated solely on Sajore, starting to remove the vampire's pants with experienced fingers, soon touching his organ with his fingers slightly. He felt the demons hot fingers tracing his skin behind him but tried not to let it distract him too much.

It didn’t get long to get Sajore incoherent. His erection was soon completely hard and he was thrusting up to meet Xir’ag’s hand, moaning under the drow’s touch. The demon came closer to them, leaning over Xir’ag’s body, pressing against his back and kissed Sajore passionately.

That felt so strange! For a moment Sajore couldn’t answer the kiss, only staring at the yellow eyes with a panicked look. Was he kissing himself? After a while he didn’t care. The hand on his cock felt so good and the soft lips on his needed to be kissed back. He closed his eyes and kissed back with no restrictions.

Xir’ag smiled and traced little kisses along Sajore’s body, lowering himself slowly closer to Sajore’s cock. He slid his hand faster along the shaft and sucked the head into his mouth, tasting the droplet of precum. He swirled his tongue along the edge of the swollen head until a touch upon his buttocks made him flinch.

He glanced up, seeing Sajore’s neck bend upwards and the demon sucking a love-bite on his neck. The yellow eyes turned to look into his red ones questioning, asking for permission.

Xir’ag nodded. He felt strange. He could have never imagined of doing this... well, maybe imagined, but never thought it would really happen. The potion was not meant for this but his curiosity had gotten the best of him. And somehow this felt right, very right.

Sometimes his thoughts were so drowish that he scared himself. His mind was suddenly blurred as he felt moisturized fingers circling his entrance. When did the demon get the lube? He felt a finger push its way into him and slowly and gently starting to fuck him. He moaned, which made Sajore moan as the vibrations of his throat reached his cock in the drow's mouth.

Sajore opened his eyes and looked ahead hazily. The demon was kissing Xir’ag’s shoulder, his other hand braced on Sajore’s waist, other moving between Xir’ag’s legs. Xir’ag let out another moan and rocked back against the two fingers inserted into him.

He felt a hint of jealousy rise in his throat. Sure Xir’ag tongue felt good on him, but why would it be the demon entering the drow after such a long time?

Soon his thoughts were muffled again, by the deliciously warm and slick tongue on his cock, and he instantly rocked forward. Slowly he placed a hand on Xir’ag’s shoulder and squeezed softly. The drow lifted his head.

His eyes were hazy, full of pleasure as he took in a third finger, stretching him more. He looked into Sajore’s eyes and quickly lifted himself up and grabbed the vampire, pulling him into a passionate kiss. He leaned forward until he was pushing Sajore down onto his back, starting to slide his hand along his shaft. Sajore obeyed, falling onto his back, shivering slightly as Xir’ag moaned into his mouth.

He was soon laying on his back, with the drow on top of him, opening his legs apart to let Xir’ag between his thighs and closer. The drow continued kissing him as he rocked against his stomach, his erection rubbing against his, making them both groan.

“I want… inside,” Xir’ag gasped out, rocking back and forth, against the fingers, against Sajore, back, forth. Wherever he went, there was something waiting, his mind was starting to go blank from the pleasure. “Aaah, Please!” He begged, but didn’t know exactly what he was asking for.

Sajore lifted his knees up and gave him access to his entrance.

Xir’ag had to touch the demons hand to stop him for a little while to position them again. He rose a bit and nudged Sajore’s side. “On your stomach,” he whispered, kissing his swollen lips quickly before Sajore moved around, rolling to his stomach and opening his legs apart again. For a small moment Xir’ag admired the view and then crawled behind him, glancing back as the demon leaned forward to follow him.

Then he was there, leaning against Sajore’s tight entrance, his stomach pressing against Sajore’s back. His hand was slick from lube that the demon had rubbed onto his fingers. He lowered his hand between them and pushed two fingers in, making Sajore gasp.

The same time the demon knelt down behind him and kissed and licked his way down his spine. He licked at the cleft of his ass and parted the ass cheeks. Xir’ag arched his back and lifted his ass up to give better access for the demon and for his own fingers that were now fucking Sajore furiously.

Sajore pushed back, against the fingers, muffled cries escaping his lips into the sheets. He rocked back and felt Xir’ag’s cock twitch against his thighs. “Unh-ahh... Xir’ag… now,” he gasped out and then whimpered at the loss of contact as Xir’ag pulled his fingers out.

The demon thrust his tongue into Xir’ag’s entrance, making him moan, then licking his way lower to his balls and suckled them carefully before returning to fucking Xir’ag with his tongue.

Xir’ag breathed faster, moving against the demon and slowly fought to get his mind out of the haze enough to be able to penetrate Sajore.

The vampire helped. He lifted his waist off the sheets, leaning onto his knees and pushed his ass up, then he reached for Xir’ag’s cock between his thighs, under his stomach and guided it to his entrance.

Xir’ag didn’t waste any time, but thrust all the way in, gasping for breath and sheathing himself fully within the pulsing, tight heat of the vampire.

Sajore gasped and froze.

The demon was so ready that he ached. He lifted himself up, licking his lips and thrust his hips forward, rubbing his cock into the cleft of Xir’ag’s ass, desperate for some friction. He was breathing hard, just waiting for some sign so he could thrust in, looking at the two joined forms in front of him. “Xir’ag, please, I can’t wait,” He pleaded with a desperate tone in his voice.

It was Sajore who answered first, with a deep groan. “Ahhh, yes!”

The demon thrust in, slowly, making little thrusts, pushing in, inch by inch, setting up a slow pace for them to follow. As he pulled out, Xir’ag pushed deeper into Sajore and as he pushed in, Xir’ag met his thrust and pulled out of the vampire.

The three rocked in unison, gasping, stroking and holding each other, all so deep in their pleasure that they could not think any longer. The sound of body slapping against body, the moans, pleads and groans and the slight squelching of their cocks entering the hot caverns of their bodies filled the room. Their arousals spread the scent of sex all around until they were all bathing in it.

It felt so fucking good! Xir’ag was incoherent, his thoughts a big buddle somewhere deep inside of his mind. He gasped as the demon thrust into him with force, hastening his speed, he moaned as he filled Sajore, his cock sinking into the tight, slippery sheath. His pace quickened as he followed the demon's speed and soon they were all gasping, Xir’ag clenching his fingers into Sajore’s back, the demon sinking his nails into Xir’ag waist and Sajore suffocating his moans that almost turned into screams with the sheets beneath him.

Xir’ag was the first one to close on his release; it was too much to take this pleasure flowing from all sides. He whimpered, burying his face into Sajore’s neck as the puddle of pleasure between his legs spread all over his body and made his body shake from concentration and finally from a final release, as he spilled his seed deep inside Sajore, screaming the vampire's name into his neck.

It didn’t take a long time for the demon to follow, Xir’ag clenching all around him, making his already tight entrance practically suck him in. He exploded into the drow, clenching his jaw and pressing his fingernails so deep into his waist that it left bloody marks. He kept thrusting and thrusting, milking himself until he stopped shuddering, huffing for breath.

He breathed heavily and gathered himself until he had enough energy to move away from Xir’ag so he wouldn’t suffocate the delicate drow by landing on him. Xir’ag shivered, his arms and legs shaking as he pulled out of Sajore, the vampire under him groaning.

Xir’ag had no time to move further as the demon had circled to the other side of him, coming closer to the vampire and lifting his head for a lazy kiss.

“Ready for more?” The demon whispered and laughed at the expression on Sajore’s face. Of course he was aware the vampire had not cum yet. He was achingly hard, grinding his organ softly to the fabric of the sheets. Sajore only nodded and rose up. As he stood on his knees, Xir’ag’s cum started to drip down his thighs, but he really didn’t care. He was past all the embarrassment and just wanted to cum.

He turned around, facing the very sated looking drow who was lying on his side. He kneeled down to kiss Xir’ag and offered himself to the demon at the same time. He should have seen the grin that spread across the demon's face. He was hard again in an instant. This borrowed body was one fucking great idea! It would get tired when his mind was tired, and until he had had all he could from this, there was no way he was going to get tired. Without another second, he thrust into the slick cavern.

Xir’ag kissed him back as the demon started to fuck him. He gasped and grabbed Xir’ag’s hand, guiding it to his aching erection. Together they started to pump him with long, fast strokes, just like the demons inside him. His yellow eyes turned into slits as he let go of the last restrictions he had. He had been careful until now, not to hurt Xir’ag, but now, he couldn’t hurt Sajore, if the vampire wanted, he could stop him. But he wasn’t going to, until he got properly fucked. The demon chuckled as he slammed into the wet entrance with force, raising a scream from Sajore. It seemed it was not only Xir’ag who got it properly up the ass tonight.

He was so close, finally. He felt like crying out the heat pressed inside of him, begging to erupt. He tightened Xir’ag’s grip on his cock and thrusted into his hand, then meeting the demon's equally hard thrusts. Then everything went white. He cried out, his lips curling up, his free hand gripping the sheets and he came, his cum spilling onto his and Xir’ag's joined hands. The spasms of his inner muscles did not drive the demon over the edge, but his voice; the desperate cry that erupted from his lips was too much. He had never let out that voice when he was in that body, it was probably the most erotic thing he had ever heard… if he didn’t count all the gasps, moans, voices, speech and yelling that Xir’ag made, that was.

He groaned deep as he sheathed himself as deep as he could, pushing and thrusting small, small thrusts deep, deep inside. And he came. His head flung back, his arms releasing their hold on Sajore’s waist and flying up, his whole body shaking, his muscles spasming. And then everything went black.

Xir’ag watched as the demons borrowed body arched up, began to fall down and dispersed to thin air, leaving little sparkles in the air.

When he came to, he was laying on his stomach, his head cradled into Xir’ag’s gentle hands.

He wanted to say something, but couldn’t find the words, his mouth opening and closing. He laughed softly and reached for Xir’ag, pulling him closer for a tight embrace.

Xir’ag gave him a tired kiss, nuzzling his nose against his and they fell into a contented sleep.

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Sajore opened his eyes. It seemed to be the middle of the night. He felt dizzy as he got up and moved the sleeping drow away from his belly. He walked to the bathroom and took a piss.

Somehow his legs felt unsteady and were slightly shaking under his weight. Slowly his memory cleared and he started to remember the night. He felt a flush of embarrassment going through him. He could recall memories only the demon should possess... like entering himself.

He chuckled ironically at the thought. What had they just done!

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part 12