Moonstone internally warred with himself for a long moment, then opened his eyes, searching the Gypsy's with his gaze. Dmitri was sincere about wanting to help him; after all, if he hadn't been, he wouldn't have come back for him in the first place. Even though he could feel and see that the taller boy was obviously aroused, it didn't disgust him. Perhaps this was what he'd heard songs of; being with someone because one wanted to, wanting to feel someone else's body, enjoying the act of sex, rather than suffering silently though it.

"Yes," he whispered, thrusting his arousal deeper into the loose grasp. "Please…show me…let me…"

"Are you certain?" Dmitri asked, wary of their position. "I can take care of both of us and you don't have to worry about anything. I don't want you to do anything you don't want to. I'm serious."

Moonstone responded simply by grasping Dmitri by the back of the neck and pulling their faces together, sealing any protests with a deep, soul-searing kiss. His much smaller hands abandoned their post on Dmitri's head to wander lower along the other boy's body, immediately seeking out the sensitive spots that he knew would garner an immediate reaction. He felt himself inwardly smirk when Dmitri outright moaned into his mouth, thrusting his hips toward Moonstone's.

"You sure have a way of convincing someone," the dusky youth moaned, craning his head back as the smaller boy attacked the proffered skin with lips, teeth and tongue. "I take it this means that you'd be very upset with me if I asked you to stop for a moment?"

"Why?" Moonstone suddenly demanded, sitting up with a look of hurt flashing over his features. "Don't I please you? Am I not what you want?"

"I never said that I didn't want you," Dmitri corrected automatically. "In fact, I would love to say that I would be more than content staying with you for the rest of my life…and I'll even promise you that, if you want me to. But right now, I need to get these damn pants off and as much as I love just sitting on top of you like this, I don't think it'll work."

Moonstone found himself in a stupor of utter shock. "You would swear yourself to me?" he asked in an awed whisper. "Be my Evercompanion? You mean that?"

"I wouldn't have said it if I hadn't meant it," the Gypsy chided, planting a gentle kiss on the slave's lips. "I promise. By my blood, if it will convince you."

Once again, the pale young man warred with instinct and the need to believe his newly-found friend. He wanted very much to be able to just take Dmitri at his word, to show him that he would make that leap of faith, but no words came to him. Apparently, he had taken too long to respond; he found himself confonted with Dmitri's blood- dipped fingers before his lips in offering of faith and oath. Now it would be up to him to either accept or deny his part in the silent contract. Leaning forward, he drew the digits into his mouth, gently licking the liquid from his partner's fingers in slow, sensuous movements of his tongue, savoring the heat and spice of Dmitri's life essesnce.

Dmitri moaned out loud again, his had falling back as soon as he felt Moonstone's mouth draw his fingers in and the soft, moist suction that accompanied the acceptance of the deal. "Goddess, you're good at that," he murmured, feeling himself stir again, harder than before.

"Of course," the slave told him, fingers slipping from between his full lips. "It's what I was trained to do, after all."

"I think," Dmitri said, pulling the smaller boy over to him, kissing the warm, smooth skin before him. "That even if you hadn't been trained to do anything of the sort, I would still be just as aroused."

"Would you be?" He slid himself down Dmitri's body and began tugging at the drawstrings on the loose cotton pants. "Would you still be this hard…would you still want me if you saw me on the street, offering to give you whatever you wanted?" He nuzzled against the hot bulge of flesh under the pants and felt himself twich with lust when he heard the full-throated moan from the Gypsy.

"I would be just as aroused if I had walked up upon you bathing, eating, sleeping…anything," Dmitri swore. "All I want is you."

Moonstone arched an eyebrow and smiled. "Would you give your throat to the predator?"

"Yes."

"Would you give your life for me?"

"Yes."

Finally, Moonstone asked the one question he knew was the most important to the Wanderers. "Would you give your freedom for mine?"

Dmitri sat up, pulling Moonstone with him, so they could meet each other's gazes. He leaned in, so very closely that their lips brushed together as he spoke. "Forever. Yes." He hadn't expected it, but he caught the smaller boy when the pale creature literally swooned and fell against him with a tormented moan of sheer amazed wanting.

"Do it," Moonstone pleaded a moment later, baring his throat to Dmitri. "Take it."

The Gypsy was taken back for a few moments, then realized that Moonstone was offering him the return price of the Blood Oath. For as long as he could remember, the act of eternal mating between two beings required an exchange of lifeblood, but he had never experienced any people who had actually required the Gonlin to actually take the essence from his willing partner. "I don't think I have the teeth for it, little lamb," he chided, nibbling gently at the slave's neck.

"W-wait," Moonstone stammered, squirming away from Dmitri. He made a feverish scramble over to the wall, where he frantically dug through the jars there. It had to be in one of them…there! He returned, holding a fitted cap on his thumb, a long claw-like protrusion at the tip. "Use this," he ordered in a husky tone.

Taking a rather shaky breath, Dmitri took the cap from Moonstone and while kissing and caressing the slave with one hand and mouth, he gently pressed the tip of the barb to the tender flesh on the side of his neck. He felt skin give away and a warm rush of fluid over his fingers. Moonstone drew in a sharp breath once the puncture was made, but the infinitely sweeter moan of rapture that followed when Dmirti's lips sought and found the wound was enough to force a moan in return from the sable-eyed boy.

"Please…please…" Moonstone chanted breathlessly, thrusting his hips against anything he could. "Please…Dmitri…love me…Goddess…" Even the absense of much friction made no difference to the boy as his world became a hot white flash. His entire body seized in inexplicable pleasure that made him swear he was coming apart even as he forged himself into something so dense and unbreakable it was beyond feeling.