Shadows within darkness

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Ainaloth (Yay you´re back!!! Eh, well, I took some time to update, was a bit sick, but here we are again^^)

fyrbyrd (Oh, I hope you´re better now? I got the flu as well, or rather a severe case of sinusitis, which is why it took me so long to finally update *sigh* But I´m glad you liked the last chapter, and I can´t wait to read what new awesomeness you have up your sleeve! *hugs*)

Rina76 (Hahahaha, brother/sister behaviour eh? *snickers* That thought never crossed my mind, but I guess they could be two very... hostile siblings indeed -if one doesn´t look too much into biology^^ You don´t seem to like the thought that much, though XD Chrchr, yes, Yazoo got jealous, you bet! And they need some alone time indeed, that´s why I put this chapter up before things go craaaazy... Oh, and I slowed my fics a bit down and rather concentrate only on a few now (I didn´t forget the Mello/Kadaj for you btw, it´s sitting in my head and just waits for an opportunity to get written down^^))

for reviewing and to Golden Kitsune for being an awesome beta! (I hope to send you the next chapter soon btw, need to change some things...)

Enjoy!


37

The wind was howling around the castle like it always did, and from the cliff the angry sound of the sea scourged against the rock as if trying to push its way further onto land. A salty breeze was hanging in the warm air of the room, mingling with the scent of burning, resinous wood.

The two vampires lay on the big, plushy bed, framed by soft cushions and their slender bodies only covered loosely. A fire was lazily burning in the chimney, crackling every so often and making the room very cozy and comforable with its dim orange light.

"’I beseech Thee, O Lord, that the fiery and sweet strength of Thy love may absorb my soul from all things that are under heaven, that I may die for love of Thy love as Thou didst deign to die for love of my love.’" (Prayer to obtain divine love, St. Francis of Assisi,)

Vincent´s calm, deep voice pleasantly echoed through the room, as he cited from the book he was holding, giving his nightly lecture to Yazoo.

"Now, how shall you say this in latin?" He asked, looking down at his lover. Instead of intensily listening and thinking up a translation Yazoo was pensively staring into the fire, his head resting in a tilted angle against the other vampire´s shoulder.

Squeezing the slender hand that was resting in his own, the raven haired vampire prodded for Yazoo´s attention, asking "Yazoo, are you even listening to what I am saying?"

The younger vampire blinked, coming out of his own thoughts, and briefly looked up. "Of course."

"So?" Vincent lifted an eyebrow, letting the book sink down on his lap "Then what did I just say?"

The was a brief pause in which only the crackling of the fire could be heard, until Yazoo answered "You said that you love me."

Vincent sighed, moving his thumb over the other´s palm, remarking "No, actually I did not say such a thing."

"Hn," was the dismissive reply, asYazoo looked back at the fire.

"Do you mind telling me what holds you so occupied that you cannot pay attention to St. Francis of Assisi?" the older vampire inquired, brow still raised.

"You aren´t reading fairy tales to me anymore."

"…I beg your pardon?"

"I said: you aren´t reading fairy tales to me anymore," the silver haired vampire repeated.

"Well, I understood that," Vincent replied, still looking a bit taken aback.

"Hn. Then why do you ask?" Green orbs were shifted upwards into the other´s blank face, a slight, teasing smirk playing around Yazoo´s pale lips.

"I think they are much more entertaining that some eremits lectures of how to pray to a god that doesn´t exist."

"Well, you cannot know that a superiour deity does not subsist," Vincent pointed out, sounding slightly reprimanding.

Upon seeing his student´s dark look, and not feeling like having that particular discussion again (for it was one of their regulars, and he himself felt too comfortable and lazy to think up new arguments), he just gave another quiet sigh, murmuring

"A fairy tale it is then." He shut the book and laid it beside him on the bed, feeling Yazoo shifting to get more comfortable, one arm slipping around his waist. After a moment of thinking the vampire leaned his head back into the cushions, his deep voice filling the cozy silence again.

"Once upon a time, in a land far far away, there was a prince. He was the only son of a mighty king who ruled over a big country and a good king he was. His people never suffered from hunger or illness and the king kept peace for the sake of those that had been enthrusted to him. The king also had a gentle wife and a child. Now, the king´s son was a beautiful young man that made the sun pale in his presence. He was graced with long hair the colour of moonlight and the face of an angel. His eyes shone like the purest emeralds and his skin was made of marble."

Yazoo smirked at that, being very pleased and snuggling a bit closer.

"But a spoiled little prince he was," Vincent continued, remaining unfazed by the cold glance he received. "Because of his beauty everyone loved him and the king as well as his servants were eager to fullfill the prince´s every wish. And so no one came to notice that the prince had become a difficult, demanding character. The king occassionally thought that the prince could show more interest in his studies and learn how to rule a country because he was destined to one day take over the throne of his father. But then he let it slide, thinking that later there was enough time for the prince to learn, and that he should enjoy his youth. And so the years passed by and the prince lived a happy, easy life with all his wishes being taken care of.

So when the time came for him to marry he simply refused to give up that life and take responsibility. The king was very griefed about that…"

He made a meaningful pause, receiving a lifted eyebrow from his lover. Yazoo shifted again and looked back at the fire, saying "Maybe Francis of Assisi does feel a little neglected…"

The corners of the other vampire´s lips twitched a little upwards at that, but he simply continued with his story, unfazed.

"Still, the king could not bring himself to marry his beloved son off against his will and so the rumors spread about the beautiful, stubborn young prince. One evening it so happened then, that the prince was going to bed early and he instructed his valet du chambre to not disturb his nightly rest anymore. He laid down to rest, but after a while, when he was nearly drifting off into sleep, a noise woke him again. Irritated the spoiled prince called for his page, but no one came and again he heard the screetching noise from outside. So the prince finally got up, his nightgown swaying around him and he left his chamber. The floor was empty and dark; only the white eyes of the ancient paintings followed the young prince as he walked down the corridor with a candle in hand. Eventually he came to a vacant balcony and there he found the source of the noise: something was scraping on the coloured windows from outside.. Despite his efforts he could not see who was fabricating the turmoil and so he opened the window and stepped into the night with harsh words on his lips. As soon as he had abandoned the safety of his home however, two strong arms held him from behind."

He made another pause, looking thoughtful for a moment. "You are right, maybe Francis of Assisi does feel neglected…"

"He´s been dead for half a century now he can wait another two hours," Yazoo stated dryly, not pleased by the interruption that had obviously been set up to tease him.

"I do not know…" Vincent frowned, but then gave in with an ironic smile has he became aware of the morose look he was graced with. Sighing, he shifted a little on the mattress, crossing his legs and continued,

"As I said, two strong arms curled around the prince from behind and aghast, the prince turned around, holding the light into the offenders face. And to his horror he stared right in the eyes of a wrinkled, ghoulish witch. Paralyzed with fear, the spoiled prince stood on the dark balcony, his flickering candle providing the only light, and then the witch opened her rotten mouth. Her breath smelled like 100 dead rats, and she said…"

Vincent made another pause for emphasizes, looking down at his student lying lazyily in his arms with a slightly stern gaze.

"’If you do not listen to your father and learn about Franics of Assisi I will cast a spell over you so you shall become a rat and then I will eat you!’ And the spoiled prince obediently nodded and from then on he was a good boy and listened to everything his father said," the vampire finished with a satisfied, almost dreamy little smile, unaware of the eyebrow that was raised at him. "So, shall we read some more Franics of Ass-"

"What kind of a fairy tale was that?" Yazoo interrupted darkly.

"What is wrong with it?" Vincent frowned, longingly looking towards the book beside him.

"Vincent, the times where you could scare me with such tales and make me go back to learning are over since 10 years."

"Is that so?" the older vampire said, inclining his head in silent regret. Some things had been so much easier when Yazoo had still been impressable… "The fact that you get distracted from our studies has not changed since that time, however," he then dourly pointed out, but Yazoo professionally ignored it, looking back at the fire and marvelling,

"Neither has the fact that you get lost in the middle of your own stories and come up with some abrupt, unbelievable ending to try to cover it up."

"This is not true, and you might want to take note that I found my ending rather plausible. It had a beginning, a climax, an ending and a moral, and the conflict within was solved in a satisfying way," Vincent objected, sounding a bit hurt and offended.

"Do you think Homer would have written something like that?" Yazoo simply asked with a cynical look at his master, who blankly stared back down at him for a second before he crept deeper into his absent collar, leaving the question unanswered.

"So, how should it have ended then?"

The silver haired vampire inclined his head at that, the light of the flames flickering in his jade eyes, making them look even more unearthly.

"Hm, let me see…" he pondered, his low voice heavily floating through the dark, warm room. Vincent´s gaze briefly flickered towards the high window where the storm was raging and strong rain angrily splattered against the glass. His attention got drawn back to his student when Yazoo finally continued, a slight, smug smile on his lips.

"Two strong arms curled around the prince´s body and held him in an iron grip. Surprised, the prince let go of the candle and it fell on the stony ground with a small noise, the flame violently flickering in the wind. He could not see who was behind him, but it must have been a male. The prince could feel long teeth scribe at his delicate throat when the mysterious man drew him closer into the embrace and forced his head back. Terrified, the prince stood stock still, not able to call out for his knight nor being able to fight back against the upir who had come to suck his blood to the last drop and take delight in his red, warm, delicious elixier of life…"

Yazoo looked a bit distracted for a moment, eyes clouded by longing and his tongue unconciously licking over his full lips. A brief, gentle squeeze from his master made him come back to his senses however, and he continued in that calm, almost bored voice of his,

"Now, while the cool lips of the undead creature were ravishing his long neck it became apparent that the upir was hungry for certain other things as well, as his cold hands started to travel down the prince´s leg, pushing away the long nightgown and revealing more skin."

Vincent´s ruby eyes had shifted down to his unfazed pupil again, but he did not interrupt him. On the contrary, he was suddenly very aware of the slender waist he was holding, and the thin fabric that covered the velvety, sweet skin Vincent loved to lick, bite and explore until Yazoo was a shuddering mess underneath him…

"The prince gasped at the unfamiliar contact and the icy nightwind nipping at his sensitive skin, but the upir was merciless and held him in his hard grip, preventing him from struggling. The other hand that wasn´t stroking over the prince´s leg meanwhile teared at the nightdress from above, ripping it open until it eventually slid over small shoulders and left the poor prince stark naked…"

The vampire went off when he noticed the hand of his master on his hip starting to move and pull his shirt away. "Just continue…" Vincent murmured, shifting his entire form so that he practically straddled Yazoo´s lap, and started to nip at his throat.

Automatically Yazoo´s hand burried in Vincent´s raven hair and he moved his head back, lids slowly closing at the sharp tingling sensation that came with razor teeth scratching over his thin skin. It was a gentle movement though, not of the needy, desperate and violent kind they sometimes adopted. This was just to draw enough blood to make a thin trail running down his the nape of neck, over his collar bone and down over his chest; just enough that could be licked away by a clever, silky tongue.

"The prince felt quite embarrassed, standing there without anything to cover him from the servants eyes," the vampire continued, canines slowly sliding over his lips as he leaned back in the cushions and enjoyed Vincent´s hands pulling down his annoying shirt. His speech had become sultry and a bit distracted, but neither of them cared, on the contrary. The master was intent on making his student sound a lot more prurient than that.

"His cheeks burned with shame, as he felt so vulnerable a-and exposssssssssssed-"

Vincent looked up into his lover´s delighted face while his lips clenched around a hard nub his tongue was currently molesting with quick, sensual strokes. He could feel Yazoo arch underneath him and pressed him down into the mattress, rubbing his impressive erection against the young man´s lap.

"But the upir did not seem to care as he hng-" Yazoo clenched his teeth, surpressing a moan, when Vincent´s busy hands slipped past his waistband, roughly pulling his pants down.

Quickly Vincent freed his own erection to press it against the hard, pulsing length of student, groaning at the contact. While the younger vampire tried to cope with the sensation of the adamant cock rubbing at his skin, stimulating the sensitive, red head of his own erection by trapping it against his belly and the body above him Vincent suckled at his nipple and started to roll his hips in a lazy movement. He let go of the glistening, swollen nub and instead quickly wet three of his fingers he slipped under Yazoo´s bottom when the young vampire arched into him in synchro with his own movements.

"What happened then?" he murmured into the youth´s ear, pleased to see him with his eyes shut, lost in the sensation of their moving bodies grinding against each other sensually, though it became sharper and quicker by the minute.

"Th-then the prince didn´t have time to be embarrassed anymore since he felt something ha-hard… uuuh… p-pressing against h-him…" Licking his lips Yazoo moved his head back, drawing his long, naked legs around his master´s body to pull him closer, to have more contact, and to make that slick finger that was stroking over his feverish, awaiting hole go inside, to loosen the tension.

"He gasped out and moaned at the sudden contact of…of- aaaah Vincent yessss, go inside…"

"At the sudden contact of?" the vampire pressed harshly, pushing his finger deeper around the warmth clenching around him.

"T-the contact of fingers gripping his hard cock and stroking it- uhgn, more, more!" Yazoo breathed, feverishly pushed harder against the second finger that parted his flesh and brushed just against that spot that made his insides tingle and burn, yearning for more.

"What a bold creature that one is, hm?" Vincent heavily stated into his students ear, licking over the shell, and rubbing his dick against Yazoo´s again.

"Ah yesss, bold," the silver haired young man affirmed with dizzy eyes, not really listening anyway. "But the prince didn´t mind because it felt so good and then he said- hng- he said…"

"What did he say?" the older questioned, accompanied by a third finger that started to push in and out of the other vampire.

"Fuck me," was the instant, panted reply and the grip around Vincent´s neck tightened. "The prince wanted nothing more than that big, fat cock fucking him into oblivion and he didn´t even care about anyone seeing him anymore, just- oh please, fuck me already!"

Pressing his forehead against Yazoo´s shoulder Vincent lifted his hips and withdrew his fingers to replace them with his rockhard cock and obediently claimed that delicious body that was his to frantically penetrate it.

"Like this?" he grunted, gripping Yazoo´s legs and opening him wider, his dick vanishing ball deep inside the other vampire´s ass.

"Ye-yes, exactly like that," his student hitched, scratching with his nails over Vincent´s back as he was ruthlessly fucked into the soft mattress.

The crackling of the fire was drowned by the noise of their bodies slapping hard against each other and then by the muffled shouts as they simultaneously reached their sexual release. Vincent spurted inside Yazoo with a relieved groan and a bone crushing grip at his parted, slender legs before he stilled with a last few spastic jerks.

Yazoo still held him in a tight embrace, that slowly relaxed when he came down from his own tremendous orgasm. Slowly Vincent pulled out, letting go of the legs he still held and instead cupping his lover´s face for a tender, sluggish kiss.

"That was quite a naughty little prince," he said lowly, looking deep into the hazy, emerald eyes that held his red gaze with equal gentleness. A smirk crept over pouty lips as Yazoo observed with his head turning aside, "Hn. He didn´t even get started. A certain someone wouldn´t let him…"

Vincent slowly rose a brow at that but then rolled down from his student and cradled him in his arms, the colours of his eyes a light, soft orange.

"Really… I am wondering if Homer would have written something like this," he teased, slowly stroking over his lovers head.

Yazoo looked like he would purr at him at any moment, but then simply moved his head closer, shrugging. "He may not. But it was much more interesting than your version, wasn´t it?"

"Hm," the raven haired vampire affirmed with a small, ironic smile and with his free hand reached for a cloth to clean off the cum from his companion´s flat belly. "Now, about Francis of Assisi…"

"I am certain he wouldn´t have known about animal desires," Yazoo stated dryly and demonstratively closed his big eyes to enjoy the pleasant exhaustion he felt and the silence of their togetherness.

Sighing, Vincent threw a last look at the book next to him and then turned to his lover, drawing his arm around him and giving Francis a well deserved pause for at least one night.

TBC

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Yay for some alone time^^ Next chapter things will become dramatic again, so beware ;)

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