Chronicles of the West

Boy Smut!!! Don't like, skip.


Chapter Ninety Six


Ryu stood to the side of the great hall with Silvana, deep in conversation with Victor. Like him, they were eager to cajole Satoru from his melancholy. There were many things that bothered Victor but he didn't speak of them, rather he kept them locked deeply within his heart and hoped for the best.

He understood more than what Satoru gave him credit for. Knew that his lover's body responded almost instinctively to the one it had known for so long. Looking at Alastair's body would no doubt have a similar effect. He wished that Satoru would confide in him, trust in him, sleep beside him again.

With such thoughts in mind, he excused himself from his friends. Making his way into the long corridors and finally to his room. It seemed so much larger without his demon lover. As though Satoru could fill the void of space within it. Within him.

Victor didn't want to think that he was a weak man, but he had felt perilously close to tears these past few days. Even though Satoru had not barred the library door this time, he had silently made it known to all… that he desired no company. Victor had tried to respect that need for space, but now he was afraid. Afraid that the happiness he had found was shattering around him.

He bathed and dressed for bed, then sat beside the window staring out at the stars that were winking to life. A storm, he thought, might be a nice change. A storm began this and in a storm it would end. Be that weather or emotional. Perhaps tomorrow, the wind would change and bring his Satoru back to him.

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Satoru made his way to his chamber, having bathed in the quiet dimness of Taima's room. Her quiet presence soothing him. Too many nights he had forsaken this room. He could feel his human's uncertainty and suffering. It rang down the corridors, echoing back like a silent scream that chased him. Provoked him, condemned him. Victor suffered because of him, his lover. It was his fault. Again.

He'd made up his mind to speak to Victor tonight. Lay the treasure trove of secrets wide and let the fates scatter. He didn't know what the future held for him at present and he suspected he was in for the fight of a lifetime. But fight he would and winner or no, he didn't wish to lose the one who had brought his smile back to him.

The shy human who had unearthed it from some forgotten corner and dusted it off, offering it to him. Without reservations and without regret. It was his heart that called to the lonely demon. It said simply 'Live and Be' and that was enough.

He pushed the door open quietly, Silvana had told him that Victor had retired early. He looked pale she had said. Satoru was wise enough to hear the unspoken words that lie beneath. His eyes glowing softly in the nighttime light swept around the room.

Coming to rest on the figure of Victor curled in the large chair beside the window. That odd burgundy hair looking nearly purple in the bluish light. He slept, his soft breathing and steady heartbeat luring the demon to move closer.

One clawed finger crossed the distance between them and he lifted the dark strands. So unlike his own. So deep and vibrant, like the man they graced. Rich and earthy and warm. Satoru knelt before the chair, his movements silent and so Victor slumbered on.

Satoru felt the weight of his heart slip away and peace stole over him. This was Victor's power he understood. Feeling much the fool for not seeking it out. Leaning closer the demon brushed his lips against the pale curve of the other's cheek.

Then he lay his silver head in Victor's lap, breathing deeply of the clean scent that lingered over his lover. His hands crept over the cushion of the seat and between the folds of long robes to tuck around the other's hips as he embraced him.

Victor felt the great warmth surround him and slowly opened his eyes, seeing the curtain of silver hair covering his lap. His hand moved into the softness and he whispered one word. His lover's name. Golden eyes lifted to meet his own.

"How are you?" Victor asked softly, overjoyed to see him, to hold him, uncertain of what would follow. His eyes spoke these things. Satoru watched his silken hair slide between blunt human fingers. "I have been foolish" he replied, his voice the deep, warm baritone that Victor had so longed to hear.

Silent stretched between them, as Satoru pondered what words to say. Victor brushed his fingertips over the points of his ears, earning a soft shudder of delight. "I know" he said simply, "I know about Josin and Reny, and I know how you feel. The reaction. I understand it".

Satoru blinked at him. Reaching up with a tenderness, he tucked a long wine colored strand behind Victor's ear. "You amaze me my little alchemist" he said then, "That you know my heart so well". Victor looked away momentarily, collecting his thoughts.

"I was worried for you" he finally said, "And us". Satoru surged forward to gather the smaller man to his chest. His clawed hand tucking into the long hair, cradling the head against his shoulder. "Forgive me" he whispered, "I felt torn and in that I felt that I was betraying you, and a memory. I do not know what is to come Victor…..but I know that I want you….with me…..for as long as I have life"

Victor's hands clenched in his silken robes and he took a ragged breath before turning his face against Satoru's neck, "Truly? You would want me for so long?". Satoru leaned back from him to study the face that had become central in his world. "Truly".

Victor felt his fears evaporate and his tone grew teasing, "A weak human like me?". Satoru caught the wicked gleam in his eye and nodded, "This weak human has the power to take a demon" he pointed out. Victor smiled, then, "But I have not taken you Satoru". The demon stood and smiled as he began to shrug from his clothing, "No. Not until tonight".

Victor blinked up Satoru with uncertainty and the demon smiled, the sharp points of his fangs gleaming. "One would think that you might enjoy such reversal" he pointed out. Victor shook his head as though to clear his thoughts, "Well yes, of course, I just supposed that you being an inu and an alpha…" his voice fell away.

Satoru closed the distance between then, cupping his chin in his large palm, claws ghosting over flesh. "You do understand the longevity of my kind Victor. Don't you think that a little change is needed once in a while? Besides you are dear to my heart and therefore your need to assert yourself is understood by me".

Victor seemed to consider this carefully. He suddenly looked up at his demon love and smirked. A wicked expression that spoke of desire and screamed it's sexuality. Satoru found himself respond to that smirk. His groin stirring and becoming hard.

Victor stalked towards him and traced his hands over the bare shoulders of the taller male. He pushed his lover backwards to sit upon the bedside. Leaning forward he brushed air light kisses across the demon's brow, and over his pointed ears.

His tongue dipped in the shadow of the shell of his ear. Satoru sucked in a sharp breath at the teasing caress which was followed by a gentle tug of Victor's blunt human teeth. Hot breath crept over the tender flesh of the delicate ear, and across his jaw line.

Satoru felt his breath catch as Victor kissed along the strong column of his throat. He growled softly when Victor closed his teeth over his pulse, sucking lightly. His hands swept through the thick skeins of dark hair to hold him closer.

Victor savored every touch, every taste. Scent and texture imprinting themselves on his memory. His hands threaded through silver hair as Satoru tipped his head back, eager for his kiss. Victor pressed a chaste kiss to his upper lip, and Satoru's mouth opened to him.

He did not claim it immediately as Satoru had imagined he might. Rather he brushed the fullness of his lower lip against Satoru's and then his tongue touched there lightly. Dipping inside to touch teasingly on fangs and the roof of Satoru's mouth.

One hand fisted behind the demon's head and the other swept over his chest as Victor angled his head sealing their lips together in a soft moist blending. The artfulness of his kiss taking the demon's breath from him.

Victor kissed him for long minutes only leaving him when the need for air arose. Then the human lapped and licked his way across the demon's collarbone and across the plains of his chest. Satoru lay back as Victor loomed over him, and he imagined for a moment what a perfect predator Victor would have been.

He closed his eyes and groaned, when Victor flicked his tongue over the hard pebbles of his nipples, eliciting the warm unfurling sensation in his stomach and loins. Victor's hands pushed clothing away as he moved, bearing the demon to his eyes and touch.

Satoru had managed to get his upper body uncovered but Victor would allow nothing further, not yet. Satoru grunted as Victor slid his fingertips around his hard length. Gripping him. Victor took delight in the vision Satoru granted him. "What do you want?" he asked softly.

Satoru panted, thrusting his hips against Victor's hand. "Your mouth" he managed to groan. Victor rose and retrieved a pillow and slipped it beneath his lover's head. "Then watch me" he replied as he sank to his knees.

Satoru's powerful thighs were propped on his shoulders as Victor began to trace wet whorls with his tongue over the hot flesh. Claws poked into the linens as Satoru gripped the bedding tightly. He watched his human lover pleasuring him and the sight was so erotic that his head fell back against the pillow as Victor relaxed his throat and descended on him.

Mere minutes later, Satoru's hips snapped up from the bed against Victor's face. The human moaning and humming along the thick length. "Gods but you feel good" Satoru panted to him, his claws threading through the dark hair as he felt his critical time come upon him. "I am coming now" he warned, but Victor merely slipped him into the depths of his throat and swallowed convulsively as Satoru's seed erupted in a hot torrent.

The demon lay snarling softly with his release as his seed shot forth with each powerful beat of his heart. Victor cleaned his lover with a gentle tongue and Satoru slowly released his partner. "Flip over" Victor commanded in a hoarse voice.

Seeing Satoru writhe in pleasure and then release had made him painfully hard, and he wanted to take his demonic lord now. Satoru perched on his hands and knees, offering himself to Victor in a pose of unabashed seduction.

Victor saw the vial of oil on the bedside table, and palmed it quickly. He set it on the floor beside him, and then he quite surprised Satoru. Grasping his cheeks, Victor parted him, exposing the small pucker. He flickered his tongue in teasing circles over the spot and the demon shivered. Victor pressed his tongue against the tight ring of muscles and then slid past. Satoru moaned and his hips moved back against his lover seeking more stimulation.

This, Victor gladly gave, teasing and tasting, preparing Satoru for his own pleasure. When the demon was sufficiently relaxed he took up the oil and coated himself with the slick liquid. Looking at his glistening fingers he brushed them over the pucker before him, sliding one inside, withdrawing, then two.

Satoru shivered and panted, "Please Victor" he rasped, "I need you". Victor needed no other encouragement and moved behind his lover, positioning himself at that tight entrance. He grasped Satoru's hips and slowly, brought his body backwards, filling him slowly. The first ring of muscles almost painfully tight.

The demon tensed slightly, taking a shuddering breath and Victor suddenly was struck. Satoru had never been taken. This thought filled him with an nearly overwhelming feeling of love for the demon. Victor steeled himself and moved at an agonizingly slow pace, "Relax love, it will feel better soon".

His hand stroked the demon's flank as he pressed deeper. Satoru felt the invasion acutely, having never been taken in such a way himself. He'd not really desired it until tonight. The pain was expected, being as Victor was not a small man. Quite impressive for a human actually.

He felt the burn of the deep stretching and then suddenly his body tightened around Victor and his eyes went wide as Victor was pulled completely into him. He gasped at the full feeling, overwhelmed by the sensation. He moaned softly, shuddering under the intense feeling. Pain and pleasure warred within him and he gritted his teeth.

Victor held still for a few minutes, "Are you in pain?" he asked gently. Satoru shook his head, moaning again when Victor slowly withdrew and then pushed back inside. Time blurred then and Satoru found that he quite liked this, Victor pumped slowly and smoothly into his body, hitting that wonderful spot with each thrust that wrung little cries from him.

Victor closed his eyes, letting his head fall back as he clutched Satoru's hips. One hand slid around to pump the hard length of Satoru's shaft in time with his thrusts. They rocketed toward the peak of pleasure and fell over the edge headlong. Satoru gave a strangled cry and Victor squeezed his length.

Satoru's body tightening as his release erupted, hot seed coating Victor's hand. The action propelling Victor to push deep inside and cover his lover's back, his length twitching inside of Satoru as his seed flooded the no longer virgin cavern.

Only the light from the window and the shadows on the linens and walls knew of the shift in power that night. As a might demon was spread and possessed by human passions. The soft grunts and moans ringing throughout the room like a strange, dark symphony.

A long while later, they cuddled in the bath, Satoru once again the dominant male. Victor pressed a tender kiss to the column of his throat and leaned back. "Satoru" he asked quietly, "Why me? Why give yourself so completely to me?".

The demon had pondered that himself over many years and several partners. He had never felt compelled to give into them. To be taken by them. It was not that he didn't care for them, for he had. It was not that he didn't love them, Reny had been more dear to him than anything in the world, perhaps even his own life. Why indeed?

Pulling the human close to his chest, Satoru nuzzled against his wet ear. "I am not certain" he admitted, "I only know that you are the only one who has ever made me want give so completely of myself. To forget where I stop and you begin".

Victor turned in Satoru's arms and wrapped his arms around him. What he'd heard was more beautiful than anything he'd ever heard and that Satoru would honor him in such a way made his heart sing. "Whatever your reasons" he whispered, "I am glad that you allowed me the priviledge of having you. I… I hope that I didn't hurt you". Satoru chuckled, "Not overly" he replied, "I found I…. Quite liked the feeling of you".

"What will happen now?" Victor asked, and Satoru knew full well that he spoke of the battle to come. "We fight" he responded, "It will not be easy. But I know that I must destroy the twisted reincarnation of Reny".

Victor shivered, feeling a chill settle in his bones. Satoru tipped his face up and forced their eyes to meet, "No matter what happens, and I cannot say what will. I would not have you doubt the depth of my feelings for you. You are mine and… now I am yours as well..completely".

Victor nodded, feeling Satoru's gentle fingertips brush over the slight scarring on his neck. The mark of Satoru. The proof of his love. When the fight was over, they hoped to make that an eternal bond. The rituals and rites to take place when peace was restored. It was not the first match of this kind, though they were rare. Yes, Victor thought, that is what he wanted.