The sensation was something Dmitri had never experienced. He could taste the hot blood on his tongue and as it flowed down his throat; bloodletting was something that he had done in the past, mostly for oaths of age-coming and only on himself. But now that he had opened Moonstone's vein and took what was offered him, it was as though his world had expanded beyond what he would have ever dreamt. He wondered for a brief moment if it would be at all possible to become drunk on someone's blood and the idea suddenly didn't seem as strange as if he were to logically consider it.

But when the slave boy's body suddenly arched underneath him, it was all he could do from thrusting himself on Moonstone. A moment later he realized that while the taking had been wonderful for him, it had driven the other boy to rapture and he found his forearm covered in Moonstone's ejaculate as the boy continued to writhe and moan, thrusting into empty air. He found himself curiously studying the slave, his own erection momentarily forgotten. How in the four realms could someone do that?

"Dmitri…" Moonstone gasped, opening his eyes. "Please…"

"But…you just…" the Gypsy attempted weakly, trying to keep the obviously aroused tone out of his voice.

"Touch me, dammit!" the blonde growled, reaching out to grasp his lover's shaft, perhaps a bit harder than he intended, but didn't care when he heard Dmitri gasp. "Fuck me, slap me around if you want…I don't care. Just don't ignore me! Not now!"

The brunette bit down on his lip hard to keep himself from losing his control immediately at the foreign touch. "W-wait..." he pleaded. "I'm…going…" He trailed off when the Key squirmed closer to him, his body heat radiating in waves. It was almost too much right there…

"Do it," the smaller youth breathed in his ear, nipping at it. "Now."

To his amazement, upon the command, Dmitri found himself in the grips of an orgasm that threatened to take his consciousness. He tried to keep from screaming outright, but it was impossible. The grip was too skilled, the strong hands covered in skin softer than a woman's. His vision began to flicker, brilliant spots of color dancing in front of his eyes. "Stop…no more…not now…" he panted. Finally his erection was released and his eyesight stopped swimming so much.

"What's the matter?" Moonstone taunted. "Can't handle me?"

"No…" he replied, gaining control of his body with a forced moment of superhuman control, pushing the boy down. "I want to be able to walk out of here with you. And I want to be aware of what I'm doing…"

"Wha-?" Dark green eyes flew open in shock. "Are…oh!" He bit his lip, trying to sort out the new sensation of having someone's mouth on him. Having given the service several times himself, he knew that it was enjoyable to the receiver…but he'd had no idea! He felt like he was melting and tensing over and over with each desire-hot pulse of his heart, which was pounding almost painfully.

For a moment, when his mind was still coherent, he was reminded of the one time he'd felt somewhat like this… It was when that woman had been there, in his burrow with a glass pipe, in which she smoked a sort of sweet-smelling black lump. He'd breathed in some of the smoke, as he couldn't quite get away from it, and he found himself losing control of himself; he'd felt as though he were floating in a haze and didn't remember much of the rest of the night. The woman had awoken the next day, laughing softly when he complained about the horrendous headache. She told him that is occasionally what happened when one chased the dragon{1}, and that it would go away in time.

But rather than the clouded feeling he'd gotten from the sloe-eyed dragon woman's smoke, everything was sharp and he doubted he would forget it anytime soon. He mind became a jumble of sensation, the last remaining bit of logic trying to name it as the feelings escalated. **Hotwetsoftpressurescrapesuctiontightdeepfurther…** It felt amazing; but then there was a pair of gentle, work-calloused fingers tickling against his overly-sensitive scrotum and it convulsed, shooting out a powerful stream of ejaculate into the other's throat.

"Goddess!" he screamed, thrusting deeper into the wet heat that surrounded him. "Ah!" His hips continued bucking mindlessly for a few moments longer, then he collapsed, sucking in air as he attempted to gather his scattered wits.

"Well," Dmitri's voice chuckled softly in the darkness. "That was certainly unexpected."

"Oh, shut up," the slave murmured; then he blissfully lost awareness.

{1} Chasing the Dragon: using Opium; usually smoking it. I'm not entirely sure of the feeling, as I am not an opium eater…but I do vaguely recall reading this type of description in one reference book or other on the old west, when Chinese immigrants would create Opium Dens in underground rooms.