Chronicles of the West

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Chapter Forty Five

Victor came awake hard in the dead of night, fear clawing it's way through his very soul. He cried out as distant memories and fears surfaced with a breathtaking intensity. His anguished cries lifting to the air and wending it's way through the halls.

At the his desk, Satoru's head snapped upwards. Long years had passed since such a sound was heard in this place. He was on his feet and speeding towards the source of it. The scent of fear reached his nose and he burst through the door of Victor's room, eyes scanning with his senses for the threat.

The human sat upright in the middle of his large bed, his frame glistening withy sweat and his form trembling. Satoru moved to the side of the bed, but Victor didn't seem to notice him. His eyes were shut tightly and he panted for air.

Night terrors. Satoru was no stranger to them. After the storm he'd had them many times. Daishi would remain in his rooms during those times. Patting his brow with cool cloths soaked in soothing herbs. When it was too terrible and his beast roared in protest the small female had climbed into bed with him and held him in a gentle embrace. Whispering comforting things to him, until the madness and fear had passed.

Satoru had spent a decade trying to forget that terrible night, had hidden the truth from the world and tried to move on. It was not until Victor had arrived that he understood how deeply he was hurting and how badly he wanted to live again.

Removing his haori and under kimono, he slid in to sit behind the shaking man. He did what came naturally to him then, he wrapped his arms around Victor and pulled him back against the muscled expanse of his chest.

Victor stiffened slightly at the brush of bare skin on bare skin. Hot to cold. Satoru rumbled deep in his chest, that same soothing sound that was used to ease the troubles of a mate. Much to his relief, Victor relaxed against him, and after long minutes had passed the trembling subsided.

Both were sticky with the cold sweat of his fear and Satoru gathered him against his chest and rose. Victor offered no protest but laid his head against the demon's shoulder. "Where are we going?" he asked softly.

Satoru kept his golden gaze fixed forward, "To the bath" he replied smoothly, "And then to bed". Victor lifted his head to blink at Satoru. Golden eyes shifted down to his own earthy ones. "I have found that the presence of another often keeps the terrors of the night at bay. Since I am the strongest being within many miles, I imagine I will not be lacking in the task".

Victor nodded. For weeks now he'd wanted nothing more than to be closer to Satoru, but the demon seemed hesitant. He suspected it had to do with the storm. Whatever that had been and with Satoru's part in it. He'd wondered just how long the proud demon could hide himself away from life.

It seemed his time of hiding was over. "It was Alastair" Victor whispered then, recalling his dream. Beneath his cheek, a muscle flexed. "Your dream?" came the soft reply. He nodded, "He spoke to me, said he was near and that he would have his end goal". Satoru rumbled once more, his gait never faltering.

He pushed the door of his bath wide. Steam roiling in the cool night air as It collided in the open space. Satoru made a mental note of what he'd just heard. "In the morning, I think it wise to depart for my uncle's palace. If this fiend is looking for a powerful and perfect demon… well Sesshoumaru would no doubt be the best target" he said softly.

Victor shivered against him and the demon lowered his head to nuzzle against his neck. "But before we begin the journey, there are something that I think must be said openly". Victor nodded, and Satoru stepped back from him.

He watched as Satoru shrugged out of his hakamas revealing the perfection and power he possessed. He moved gracefully to sink into the hot water. His raised eyebrow posed the unspoken question and Victor followed suit.

Once nestled in the steaming water, Satoru grabbed a large sponge and taking a shallow dish of paste soap he worked it into a lather. "Come" he said. Victor moved to sit between his outstretched legs. The demon began to soap the tense back of his companion.

"You have been studying far more than a way to help Ryu and Silvana" he said quietly and he felt the shoulders tense beneath his hand. "I wish for all things to be open between us, and so I feel that you have a right to now".

Victor waited, feeling the sponge glide over his flesh. "I was in love" Satoru told him, "The first I had loved in such a way. More than a lover, but THE lover. The one I would have kept for always" his voice was soft. Victor licked his suddenly dry lips and ventured his question, "What happened?".

Satoru's hands moved mechanically, "I…. I killed him" came the low reply. Victor blinked over his shoulder, "You killed him?" he asked, his voice uncertain. Satoru nodded, "I did", his hands lifted one of Victor's arm from the water to lather it.

"There was a student here that had perfected the formula for black powder. Making it stable for transport and safer for use as well as more powerful. A great many warlords wanted that substance. They knew it was here at this academy and they also knew that a powerful demon protected it" Satoru said, his words pouring forth.

The events of that night rushing back to his mind's eye, fresh and bright. "To vanquish me they secured the services of a powerful priestess" he went on, "To seal me so that I might be killed. She was rather strong, but there was darkness in her soul and she had plans of her own. They were unaware of my spiritual powers and when her darkness rose around me, those powers flared out to purify the intense evil they encountered"

He kept washing Victor, tenderly though his words painted the scene for his human male. "The purification took full control and at that moment, even my own demon blood was at risk. The demon within fought back and a war began within my body. The holy energy fighting to protect and purify, the demon to defend and survive"

Victor pulled from him, watching the expressionless face as it spoke. "I lost myself and raged" he looked at the water now, unable to hold the gaze of the one he cared for now. "I would have destroyed the academy and everything in it, of that I am certain. I fought everything that neared me, I slaughtered a handful of students who attempted to subdue me when the enemy had been defeated"

Victor's heart went out to him, it must be such a heavy burden for one as compassionate as Satoru to carry. "They were unsuccessful?" he guessed. Satoru nodded, "All but one" he admitted, "Reny was a young monk in training here, powerful in his own right and my lover. He charged a sword, the one I have gifted to him with holy ki and he struck.

The blow would have nearly killed me, he knew. Crippling my powers and rendering me controllable. It would save me and the others. He was most accurate coming just below my heart. My demon raged and lashed out. I killed him with my two hands, his blade buried in my chest, his eyes, wide and blue as he called out to me. Then all was blackness"

Victor blinked, he'd known that Satoru was powerful, but not that powerful. It must be difficult to live with such polar opposites contained in a single place. The inner turmoil should have caused him to go mad. "I woke several days later to Daishi, she had taken over my care. She'd seen the dead buried and honored, the letters written to the families, explaining that a storm had hit the academy and lightning ignited the stores of black powder. A tragic accident with no blame to any"

Satoru felt his heart burn at the memory, "I asked for Reny and that is when I was told the truth". His voice dropped to a hoarse whisper, "He'd saved me and this place at the cost of himself. I wanted to die, to follow him, it was what I deserved, what I do deserve".

Victor stood a breath away from him now and lifting his hand he forced the demon to meet his gaze, "I disagree. You are a gentle soul, and Reny knew that as well. What happened was terrible and tragic and I won't deny that, but if he loved you, then he would want you to live. To forgive yourself and allow yourself to be loved again" Victor said to him.

Satoru blinked at him, for a moment only a moment, he thought those eyes had turned blue. Like Reny's. He shook his head to clear those thoughts from his mind. "I wanted to tell you, so that you would know what I am" he said then.

Victor's fingers stroked over the fine cheekbones, and he smiled softly, "I know what you are, and I know who you are" he whispered, watching the golden eyes closely, "And I want you all the same". Satoru felt like the air had been sucked from his lungs at that simple statement.

Victor moved ever closer, until wet bodies brushed against one another, "Now we know how to avoid such things" he whispered. Satoru's eyes were still open wide, when the smaller male lifted his lips and brushed them against his.

Satoru felt the water warmed hands slide along his chest and up around his neck. He growled softly in desire and took control of the kiss. It quickly became heated and ravenous. A slick battle of tongues and the velvet slide of lips.

Victor moaned as Satoru's tongue slid slowly along the roof of his mouth, his clawed hands teasing the soft flesh of his sides. The hardness of the demon manifested itself against his stomach and he moaned as he shifted against it.

Satoru broke the kiss to lick along his jaw, and traced his ear with the tip of the moist appendage. Victor shivered in the arms of the skilled male before him. The touches alternating between gentle and demanding.

Satoru lifted him to sit at the side of the pool, his lower half free from the liquid caress of the water. His own length standing erect before the demon's hot gaze. Satoru looked at the flushed visage of his soon to be lover. It had been a while for Victor, he knew that and was determined to make it everything he'd never had.

Victor felt the hot mouth slide against his neck and shoulder as long clawed fingers wrapped around his hardness. He moaned softly and Satoru nipped his way along Victor's collarbone as he pumped the human. He nipped along Victor's chest, soothing the flesh with long, languorous laps of his tongue as he moved.

He swirled his tongue against the hardened pebble of Victor's nipple, catching it to tug lightly with his teeth. Victor cried out and arched against him. Satoru's hand not working fast enough to suit him, as he bucked his hips in an effort to ease the growing ache in his loins.

Satoru raised up to meet his eyes and growled softly, an wordless sound of dominance. Victor panted for air, and with want as Satoru moved with deliberate grace over his body. When the droplets of desire slipped from the head of his shaft, the demon smirked, showing his pointed fangs.

Victor had no warning as the long inu tongue slid against his tender flesh, and then Satoru's mouth descended to engulf him in liquid heat. Victor whimpered as his hands moved into the silken length of Satoru's silver hair.

Satoru, sank onto the full length of Victor, pleased to find that his lovely human was not a small man. His slid his mouth slowly up to the engorged tip, before going back down. His tongue teased the underside of Victor's hardness, making the man's head thrash against the wooden floor, his hips raising against Satoru's lips.

The hand that was moving almost compulsively in his long hair, became more urgent in it's movements. Victor's cries grew in frequency and intensity. His hips moving almost mindlessly in the wet embrace of Satoru's mouth.

A clawed hand moved upwards to stoke the heavy sac between Victor's parted thighs, squeezing softly in time to the sucking pulls of his mouth, and then he moved deeper. The length sliding into the shallows of his throat.

Victor panted his name like a broken prayer and the demon began to swallow. The fluttering of his throat around the man's length the final sensation he could bear. Victor's body stiffened with his impending orgasm, "Sa…Satoru, can’t hold it…. Ugn… coming!" he labored to say.

Satoru held his hips still in a vise -like grip as his orgasm ripped through him, the head of Victor's sex expanding slightly in his mouth. He rumbled softly and the streams of Victor's essence shot down his throat. Satoru continued to swallow until the slight twitching of his partner's member stopped.

Victor whimpered softly when Satoru's mouth moved on him gently, cleaning the seed from his flesh. He nuzzled against Victor's heaving stomach, smiling when his semi-hard flesh jerked in response to his touch. Satoru raised himself up to stare at the glassy eyed lover beneath him.

Victor threaded his fingers in the demon's hair and pulled him down for a ferocious kiss. He tasted himself on Satoru's tongue mingled with the warm flavor he was swiftly becoming addicted too. He tried to take control of the kiss but Satoru would not permit it. Not yet anyway.

Satoru's long hair brushed over his flesh and wrung yet another soft moan from him. Satoru broke the kiss to nuzzle at his temple. "I do not want to hurt you" he said, "I know that it has been a while for you, and your body will need help to adjust to my size". Victor nodded, barely understanding. His body was heavy with the lethargy of his release.

Satoru moved away from him to take up a small jar of lubricating balm. He gently turned Victor over onto his stomach and smiled when the man immediately went to his knees and parted them. His body still trembled from Satoru's previous actions.

Satoru gently ran his hands over the smooth cheeks presented to him. He squeezed lightly and then dipped his fingers into that crevice that hid his delight from him. His slick fingers slid against the pucker there and Victor moaned.

Turning his palm skyward, Satoru ran the pad of his thumb over that darkened pucker in circles, as his longer fingers teased the tender patch of skin that lay between the budding erection and the gateway before him.

Victor moaned again, his breath coming ragged again. Satoru's own groin ached and he fought he desire to press Victor's smaller frame beneath him and take his pleasure. His hand slid upward and he pressed a knuckle against the resisting muscles, not wishing to cut him with his claws.

Victor bit back a throaty moan as the knuckle pushed just past the entrance, his nerve endings coming to life. As he relaxed slightly, Satoru uncurled his finger and pressed further in. Victor pushed back on the long digit and Satoru groaned in reaction.

Using a single finger to caress and tease the tight channel of Victor's ass, he brushed delicately over the flesh spot within. Victor gave a small yelp at the feeling before pushing back against that wondrous hand. Tow fingers replaced one, and then three as Satoru painstakingly stretched Victor for his entry.

"Satoru" the crimson haired man whimpered, "Please! Need…… need you…. Now". Satoru growled softly at his words, and smeared a small amount of the balm over his engorged length. The pale shaft suddenly seemed far too large for the man before him.

Satoru rolled him onto his back and lifted Victor's knees over his shoulders, spreading him wide. "Relax for me" he commanded softly as he positioned himself at the tight ring of muscles. He pressed against Victor's body. Moving himself in small circles he gained entrance for his tip.

Victor squeezed his eyes shut. Satoru was a great deal larger than Alastair and a great deal more gentle. Still the sting of stretching muscles assailed him as Satoru pressed further inside of him. Satoru felt Victor's body tense around him, and rumbled softly, "Shh, relax love. Let me in" he soothed.

Victor's body responded to his words and slowly his body relaxed, allowing the pale male to gain another inch. Victor sucked in a breath as the pain washed over him, a momentary pain it was, and his body sensed the relief just beyond.

Satoru rumbled loudly when Victor's body locked around him tightly and pulled him fully into the channel. Victor whimpered at the feeling and Satoru let his head fall to the floor beside him, kissing his ear softly. "Are you alright?" he panted.

Victor nodded, catching his breath. Satoru pressed a kiss to the underside of his jaw and then, he began to move. Victor moaned as the sensation soared through him. Victor plumbed his depths, in slow, smooth strokes. When Victor's body responded, Satoru stepped up his assault, moving harder against his lover. His tip striking that tender spot within on every other thrust. Victor cried out and pulled Satoru's head down to his own. Tongues swirled against each other, as Satoru planted himself hard against the site of Victor's prostate.

Pulling back, he clasped Victor's hips and kept them locked close together as he rolled his hips against the other. The deep seated friction making heat unfurl throughout Victor's body. His own length alive between them now.

Satoru's control was close to snapping, the tight heat of Victor sending the first sparks of release flying behind his eyelids. He released Victor's hip and pulled nearly all the way out, before slamming back in. Victor cried out, his breath fleeing from his lungs.

Satoru's hand wrapped around Victor's length, still slick with balm and he began to pump in time with his thrusts. One hand keeping Victor from moving across the floor. The feeling was amazing. Victor was by far the most responsive partner he'd had. "Ugn Victor…. So good"

His actions became harder, fevered as he drove them mercilessly toward the precipice of release. Victor was bucking beneath him, his legs slid from Satoru's shoulders to lock around his pale hips and he met him thrust for thrust. "Satoru! Oh! Gods!"

Satoru felt Victor twitch in his hand and then the warm flush of Victor's release slid against his fingers. He released the limp member and slammed into the other man, his own release at hand. Leaning forward he captured Victor's lips in a crushing kiss. "You are mine?" he asked in a heavy voice. Victor nodded, "I am yours" he agreed.

Satoru roared his victory and attached his suckling mouth to the side of Victor's neck and then bit deep, tasting the blood flow across his tongue and lapped at the wound, closing it. His seed shot into Victor a mere moment later, the demon's body going tense over his lover as his length bobbed within the tight orifice, the thick trickles of slick liquid coating the sensitive inner walls.

He panted heavily over Victor's trembling form. His weight braced on his powerful forearms. He was content to cover his lover with his warmth and lap at the mark he'd given him. All the while the soft rumbling in his chest flowed to the other. Soothing and caressing.

Long minutes passed before either one spoke. Victor's arms wrapped around Satoru and the demon licked at his jaw. Victor turned his head and pressed an open mouthed kiss to Satoru's chin, a show of submission and the inu chuffed softly.

"I…. Never knew" he whispered softly. Satoru nosed his ear, "Hn". Victor stroked his hands over Satoru's toned back, "That one could be so gentle" he added. Satoru lifted his head from the floor to meet his eyes, "When someone loves you, they strive not to hurt you" he pointed out. "I will only take you roughly if you want it".

Victor fused their lips together in a lazy caress of lips and tongue and when Satoru grazed his fang over his lower lip, Victor sighed. He felt warm, sated, safe and above all, really cared for. Nor for what he could do for Satoru but for WHO he was to the handsome demon.