Draugs

Chapter 13 : Call you mine

Phayu shuddered as Rain's breath misted over his neck. Unlike weres, the mark between mates was not something visible, and was not on the neck. Theirs was considered more private. It was more of a sense of being taken. There would be a faint exchange of scents, maybe a tell-tale sign of the pricks of their fangs, but more it was feeling of having been completed, a sense of having your soul bound to someone. From every story he had heard, Phayu knew that mates could only touch each other physically. So the first exchange of body and blood was almost divine. When Phayu had decided to end himself, he had a chance to feel a momentary pang for the loss he would have been through, but he had felt it was for the best. Now when he thought about what Rain had said, Phayu berated himself. He had almost pushed his mate into a lifeless existence. If they had not met before Phayu had taken that drastic a step, Rain would have withered, losing energy, passion, the need to feel. He would have become a living corpse. And Phayu would have been the one to push that fate on him.

He pulled Rain closer. Rain could feel Phayu's emotions, and guilt was on top. But Rain didn't want guilt. He wanted pleasure. Such pure pleasure that Phayu would have no choice but to bind them together. He wanted to speak those words out, wanted Phayu to say them out loud. He wanted nothing more than his Draugs' body, clinging to him in a ritual as old as time. He jolted, as he felt Phayu's fangs run back and forth over the spot where the mate mark would go, even though Phayu did it over his t-shirt. Rain knew, from friends and others, who had received their marks, that it was a very intense, yet pleasurable feeling. And Rain had desperately wanted that for himself. He had wanted his mate to make him the centre of his universe. After finding Phayu, and seeing the look in his mate's eyes, the love that poured out, Rain knew that nothing in the world could replace that emotion that his mate had set to light in him.

Rain moaned as he felt Phayu's fangs. They had not pierced skin yet, but Rain knew that the perfect bonding could only happen in the ultimate throes of passion. And Rain was feeling wanton. He wanted Phayu, and he wanted him now! Rain deliberately moved to create friction between their bodies. Phayu moaned. No matter how old or disciplined a vampire was, the call of the mate was a siren's beckoning and could never be ignored or kept at arm's length. And Rain knew that. To most people, Rain seemed like a hyper and over-imaginative child. But Rain was beyond that. Even though he was young, he was brilliant, smart and an extremely powerful vampire. And he was even more powerful in the vicinity of his mate, another vampire with great abilities. Just being in his Draugs' presence was enough for Rain to gather even more strength.

Phayu pulled Rain closer to fit in more snugly on his body. Rain was still on top of Phayu. They stared into each other's eyes, before both their eyes dropped to their lips. Rain licked his, and Phayu groaned again, keeping his forehead on Rain's. "Rain? Little one? Phi is asking again. Are you sure?" Phayu asked, knowing that if Rain said no, he would stop, but would die with blue balls, when nothing could actually kill them. Rain rocked forward again. "Yes Phi Mate, Rain wants to be yours," he said, slipping his arms around Phayu's neck and resting his forehead on the elder vampire's neck. Phayu slipped his hands inside Rain's t-shirt, softly sliding all over his skin. Rain jerked, burying his head into Phayu's neck. Phayu edged up until his thumbs brushed Rain's nipple, causing the younger to moan and press his chest further into Phayu's wandering fingers. Phayu pulled off Rain's t-shirt and gasped at the sight of his mate's body.

From the outside, Rain didn't look like it, but he was softly built. Phayu traced his tiny waist, his mounded pecs, his overly sensitive nipples, his bellybutton. Rain's head fell backwards in wanton surrender, as if he was offering himself to his mate. Phayu pulled Rain closer forward, slipping one hand around the nape of Rain's neck, fisting his hair, and used the other to circle his neck from the front, pressing lightly, as he brought the boy down for a kiss. Phayu wanted to be slow, take it easy, but Rain wanted everything. He was burning from inside. Everywhere that Phayu touched, he left behind a molten sensation inside Rain's body. Rain whimpered and opened his mouth on his own, allowing Phayu to sweep inside, pouring all his love and passion into the kiss. Rain kept undulating, looking for something that felt just out of reach, until Phayu tightened his hold on Rain's hips, stopping all movement.