Chronicles of the West

Chapter Seventy

Satoru had spent hours barricaded in the library. He'd woken suddenly from a dream he didn't care to remember and gone directly there. Victor was quite surprised to feel his demon lover bolt upright in the bed and then rush from the chambers.

Victor supposed he would be coming back, but when an hour had passed, he'd grown concerned. Padding to the tall doors of the library, he'd tried to open them, only to find them barred to him. "Satoru? Are you there?" he called. A low rumbling came from beyond the door, indicating the demon he sought did indeed have sanctuary there.

"Satoru, please open the door" he called through the wood, "Tell me what has upset you so". Nothing but the steady growl reached his ears. "Was it the dream that woke you? Why won't you answer me?". The rough growls from within frightened him. What was the matter with Satoru?

Satoru stood at the far end of the long table within the library, his claws gouging into the polished wood under his hands. His eyes flickered back and forth from calm gold to crimson. His demon slowly gaining ground against his restraints.

The dream had been too vivid, too tangible. A voice calling through the darkness, the night that death had fallen from his fingertips like rain. Wide, frightened eyes. The storm. His emotions battered against his control and his demon tugged hard against his chains. The voice beyond the door and the scent that accompanied it called out to the beast. They belonged to him.

Satoru tried to calm himself, tried to stop the maddening swirl behind his eyes. What was happening to him? His control had not waned so badly since that night. The dream? Had the dream reduced him to this?

Victor's voice trickled through the wood to reach his ears again. "Please" he called, "Please let me in. Do not shut me out". The quaver in the voice stung him, like the scent of salt in the air. Clamping his eyes shut, he threw his head back, "Go to bed Victor" he managed to rasp.

"Not without you. Open this door" came the steadfast reply. Satoru found himself slowly drawn to the door. His beast longing to touch what lay beyond it, the instinct to take and comfort rising in him. "Satoru?". He splayed his fingers across the doors, fighting the urge to throw the latch.

"Leave me Victor" he growled, "I have no wish to hurt you". His heart thundered loudly in his ears, the blood rushing furiously through his body. Heat. He realized, the dream had only weakened his resolve. His heat was impending.

Through the door, Victor splayed his hands over the dark wood, "Satoru, if you do not let me in, then I will do it myself" he threatened. Satoru's soft snort reached his ears. The demon was moving. Satoru moved behind the table again, forcing himself to sit in the large chair. He'd stay here, until he could control his beast. That was best.

He contemplated calling for Daishi. For a soothing tea that would make him sleep the week away. He'd be no danger to anyone, though he'd be ill afterwards. Calling her would require that door to be opened at some point. Hmm, no, not acceptable. He would not allow anyone save her to see him in this condition.

He growled when he heard the small scraping sound beyond the door. What was he doing? Victor looked at the circle he'd drawn on the wooden door, before tucking the small bit of chalk into his sleeve. "Sorry about this Satoru, but I can't let you face whatever it is alone" he whispered. A deep growl was his response. Splaying his hands across the wood, he focused his energies.

Satoru's control was minute at best when the door flared brightly. Crimson eyes locked on the hole that appeared before him. He growled, his nose catching the odd scent of alchemy. A moment later, Victor stepped through and the door was whole once more.

He growled again, baring his fangs. Damn it, didn't he know he shouldn't be here? Victor straightened against the door. The pale demon was hunched over the table, gleaming eyes peeking from beneath silver brows. Gleaming red eyes, he noted. According to what he'd heard, demons might lose control of the inner beast from time to time.

During those times it was possible that they could kill anything, anyone. Submission was they key to survival. Ayeka had said that, only a few days ago. She'd been talking to Aislin of course but he'd listened just the same. "Satoru" he whispered.

Before he could blink the demon was in the air, leaping at him. He found himself pinned between hard door and hard body. Blinking into the eyes before him. The demon growled softly, half warning half desire. Victor slowly turned his head to the side, feeling hot breath fan over his exposed throat.

Satoru's beast was quite pleased by the submission it was offered. His scent lingered here. This one was not for killing. He sniffed at his leisure along the soft flesh. Victor shivered slightly in response. He trusted the demon implicitly. No matter what form he took.

"Heat" came the deeper voice. Victor blinked, "Heat?" he murmured to himself, understanding dawned then. "You are reaching your sexual cycle". The burst of breath against his ear seemed to confirm it. Victor swallowed and slowly turned his head to face his lover.

"If you find relief, you will be better again won't you?" he asked. The demon shifted away from him. Satoru pulling hard to gather his control. "Won't….hurt you" he growled, drawing away. Victor reached out for him, "You won't. Please let me help you" he said. The demon snarled at him, fangs flashing dangerously.

Victor was not to be denied however. Knowing that his lover was in need in such a way and that he could offer release from it drove him on. The idea of Satoru wanting him so badly and yet wanting to protect him at the same time made Victor's own need rise.

The demon sniffed at the musky scent of male arousal. He blinked before turning those wild eyes to the other in the room. He wanted him? Like this? Little more than an animal? He growled softly, the tone not threatening. Victor licked his suddenly dry lips and smiled, "I am here Satoru. I am yours. Yours to take" he whispered.

His words seemed to fuel the demon and the next thing he knew he was pinned against the door once more. A hot mouth fused to his own, fangs nipping lightly, tongue lapping at the tiny droplets that the rough kiss had caused.

Victor knew he should be a little concerned about what might happen. However, the taste of Satoru in his mouth, and the urgency of the kiss caused coherent thought to evaporate. His hands clutched at the demon and drew him closer. His own length springing to life.

With a sharp snarl, Victor was spun from the wall. He braced his arms against the table where he'd been shoved. He closed his eyes expecting a rough taking. Much like Alastair. What he got was vastly different. His robes were tossed over his head and he felt fanged kisses run the length of his back.

Clawed hands fell to his cheeks and pulled them apart. He heard a soft growl an instant before the demon buried his face between them. Victor jumped at the initial touch, not expecting the soft slide of Satoru's tongue against the tight pucker.

Satoru rumbled against his lover, the need to test and taste clouding the demon's mind. His beast ravaging the hidden core of the submissive male. It took no time at all for Victor to shiver and moan at the strangely wonderful feelings.

He felt the damp tip of the demon's tongue circle him, and then the slight pressure at the tongue sought more. He gasped as the tongue slithered past the tight ring of muscles. He panted as long, elegant fingers slid along the crease to cup his soft sacs.

More teasing and circling, and Victor thought he might lose his mind. That clawed hand slipped between his thighs to grasp the hard length of him. With deliberate motions Satoru worked his hand over the shaft of Victor's sex. His beast wanting to see, and smell and taste the result of his male's satisfaction.


Face buried in his backside, hand fisted around his shaft, Victor felt release rush over him in blinding waves. He made small choking sounds at the intensity of his release and then that clawed hands gently squeezed the tip. One hand slid to tug on the knot of his hakamas, the silk sliding to puddle at his feet.

Satoru growled and straightened as hot essence coated his large palm. Victor lay across the desk panting and gasping for breath. The demon lifted his fingers to his face and inhaled the scent of passion, before lightly licking at his claws. His beast was in full control now.

The remaining slickness, he coated himself with. With Victor watching from the corner of his eye, the demon licked his palm clean. Victor began to straighten, thinking to return the favor but the demon snarled and pinned him down.

Clawed hands pressed Victor's palms to the table. Slowly the demon pressed forward, his sex teasing the crevice of Victor's bottom. Angling his hips just so, the head slipped between those pert cheeks and he slowly rubbed himself against the ridges of the pucker. The human male moaned softly at the sensation.

Victor inhaled harshly when Satoru began to penetrate him. It was not painful, not anymore than usual for Satoru was quite large. It merely surprised him, given Satoru's current state that he didn't just take him mindlessly. Like a brute.

The hot chest of the demon slid over his back and the other male draped himself over the prone form. Victor felt Satoru nuzzle in his neck and shoulder as he pushed deeper. "Mine" the demon growled as he seated himself. Victor shook with renewed desire, "Yes Satoru" he panted, "Yours". The demon seemed most pleased to hear that and pulled from him, nearly all the way to the tip, all the while keeping his body draped over the other.

The demon growled with delight at the hot muscles clamping tightly around his length, the passage inside eased with the juices of his male's release. The way the smaller man lifted himself and arched back against the intruding length making the demon pant harshly.

Then he slammed back in. He thrust so hard that Victor swore he saw stars. Satoru's movements were slick from Victor's release and every hard thrust lifted the human male onto his toes and made him moan loudly. Every thrust lodging his tip firmly against the spongy tissue within the cavern of Victor's body. The smaller male moaned and whimpered as his lover grunted and growled above him.

Victor's body was firmly caged by the strong youkai. Satoru supporting his weight, his fingers entwined with the panting, mewling male below him. Victor felt safe and whole, being taken so hotly, the power of the form above him, oddly comforting. The scent of release heavy in his nostrils, the sounds of his male making him thrust harder and faster. He could feel the breeding instinct take over him fully.

Victor felt reality fall away and he shot outwards among the stars, feeling his body tighten painfully and then the warmth of his own seed against his thighs. His voice reaching up and outward as he called Satoru's name. Satoru felt him release a second time and buried his face against the nape of Victor's neck.

Growling as his own orgasm rocketed through him, Satoru let his elongated fangs latch onto the back of Victor's neck. His hips plunging forward almost frantically now. Then he felt the seed move through him, that fertile seed that sought to bring life into the world. Victor cried out feeling his lover swell within him. With a harsh growl he poured that seed into the barren field of Victor's body.

Satoru sucked in a deep breath long minutes later. He was acutely aware of his surroundings, or better yet what was surrounding a specific part of his body. Gods, he hoped he hadn't hurt him. Sniffing lightly he could detect only the slightest tang of blood. That mostly coming from the mark he'd inflicted.

Victor did not appear to be harmed, not physically. He'd tried to rein in the beast but the inner inu had been too long denied and it had broken free, leaving him lost in a red haze. He peered at their hands still locked together on the table, his claws imbedded in the wood. Victor's pulse was still rapid against his lips and he licked lightly over the vein, before lapping at his mark. His companion would recover soon.

Victor slowly returned to himself. His whole body was heavy and lethargic, his fingertips and toes tingling with the last fading pulses of his pleasure. Satoru still pressed over him. He shifted and Satoru growled softly, "Do not move. We are tied" he panted. Victor blinked, tied? "Tied?" he asked. Satoru's slight chuckle against his ear made him frown, "I am a dog demon you know".

Victor sighed, "I was curious since we have not 'tied' before" he stated. Satoru rumbled against his back and licked at his ear, "That is because I was not fertile at that time" he explained, "Sex and procreation are two different things for us. When we reach our heat, we have fertile seed. The instinct to procreate drives us into bloodlust. Killing and well, this are the only ways to appease it. The heat continues until the fertile seed is gone".

Victor took a breath, "How long does it last?" he asked. Satoru grimaced as he shifted slightly, "One week" he replied, "Victor did I harm you?". He hated himself for asking, hated himself for not being able to stop. Victor managed to work a thumb free and caressed his knuckle, "You didn't. You were…forceful.. But you didn't hurt me" he assured the demon.

Satoru let out a small sigh of relief, feeling his length loosen within his lover's body. "I am sorry" he said as he slowly pulled free from Victor. Both men groaning from the slick slide of flesh. Victor bit his lip, "Why are you sorry?" he asked, "I said you didn't hurt me". Satoru looked down at the muscled back before him, "I am sorry that you had to see me in such a state" he whispered.

Victor looked over his shoulder at the demon, "One week correct?" he asked, "Then I will no doubt see it again". Satoru shook his head, "I'll leave for the duration of it" he replied. Victor frowned, "Don't you think that you should ask my opinion on the matter?" he snapped.

Satoru raised an eyebrow at the usually quiet man. Victor looked quite irritated at the moment. "Don't you understand the danger I am during this time?" Satoru asked him. Victor straightened and looked at himself and then at Satoru, "I see no danger, so long as I submit, the inner beast will not harm me isn't that right?"

Satoru took a deep breath, "That is the way it goes, yes" he answered. Victor smiled, "Since I have no problems giving myself to you, then it seems there is no need for you to distance yourself. Why would you suffer so? Why, when I am right here?" he asked.

Satoru growled, "during the course of my heat, my inner beast can be violent, even in his loving. I would not want to harm you in anyway" he said. Victor stared up at his hesitant lover, "I trust you Satoru, always" he said softly, "Now tell me what caused you to flee our bed in the dead of night? It wasn't heat alone".

Satoru straightened his clothing. His desires sated for the time being. "Fine" he murmured, "I shall tell you, in the baths". Victor nodded his agreement and let his robes fall into place once more. A bath was an excellent idea, as his thighs and backside were sticky with love play and the silk was clinging in conspicuous places. Thank the gods the house was asleep.