1The Last Chapter! Yeah! I hope everyone likes it!

DEDICATION: A special dedication to Ckashid for being super cool!!

WARNING: The usual, male/male sexual content, kissage, gropage, etc. SEX!

xxx (Tovi and Zander)

“We’re stuck in here?” Tovi repeated as if to make the fact sink in. He could feel his stomach churning, threatening to come up his throat. His breath was coming in pants, on the verge of hyperventilating.

Zander grabbed Tovi’s shoulders. “Calm yourself! It’s going to be okay.”

“I don’t believe you.” Tovi’s eyes were wide, pupils dilated and shining eerily in the moonlight.

Zander stroked Tovi’s hair, trying to reassure him. “Shhhhhh...” He moved to touch Tovi’s face. Tovi’s skin was cold beneath Zander’s fingertips.

“D-don’t touch me,” Tovi spoke with closed eyes.

Ignoring Tovi’s statement, Zander leaned forward and kissed Tovi’s mouth. It was soft and gentle, comforting. When he pulled away, he could see that Tovi had calmed down and returned to reality.

“Thank you,” Tovi whispered, his warm breath brushed over Zander’s cheek.

Zander silently pulled Tovi close again. He couldn’t explain why he did it, it just seemed like the right thing to do. Trailing his fingers through Tovi’s hair, he marveled at the softness of the strands. Tovi pulled away and Zander wondered if he did something wrong. The other man was so easily offended, Zander was fully prepared to apologize when Tovi kissed his mouth. Tovi’s innocence showed through the kiss. It was chaste and short and when Tovi pulled away, he was blushing.

“What was that for?” Zander asked.

Tovi honestly didn’t have an answer. Instead he leaned forward and kissed Zander again.

xxx (Hunter and Illya)

They parted slowly, Hunter’s hands still wrapped in Illya’s hair. He carefully picked up his book and closed it. Illya was watching his every move with questioning eyes. He moved to his desk and pulled out a blank, leather bound book.

“Would you pose for me now?” Hunter’s voice was low and rough as he asked the question.

“Yes,” was Illya’s whispered response.

They made their way to Hunter’s master bedroom.

“How do you want me?” Illya questioned.

Hunter gestured to the bed. “Anyway. On the bed maybe. Just be natural.”

“Do you want my clothes off?”

Hunter’s eyes darkened at the thought. “Whatever you feel comfortable with.”

Illya smiled. “I am a pleasure slave. I’m comfortable with anything.”

“You were a pleasure slave.”

“Pardon?”

“You were a pleasure slave,” Hunter repeated. “Have you been treated like a pleasure slave since I purchased you?”

“No,” Illya replied softly. “Will you free me?”

“Yes.”

xxx (Zander and Tovi)

Zander pulled himself away from Tovi’s soft willing mouth. He was tempted to continue, but he wanted to make sure that Tovi wanted this to happen between them.

“Tovi...” Zander started, but Tovi put a finger to Zander’s lips to stop him.

“Please Zander. I know you hate me, but please, do this for me.” Tovi’s eyes were closed as he begged. He felt as if they would die here. He wanted feel that someone loved him and wanted him, even if it was just his body.

“Are you sure?” Zander questioned Tovi’s judgement.

“You know I haven’t done this before. I thought that there was a possibility that you would do this for me.”

“You’ve had a sudden change of heart. Do you think that you can trust me with this?” In a way, Zander was trying to intimidate Tovi so that he would back down on his decision. But if Tovi persisted in his decision, then things would get interesting. He stalked close to Tovi, their bodies almost touching, only a hair between them.

“I’m sure,” was Tovi’s answer.

With that word of consent, Zander cradled Tovi’s chin in his hands and kissed him. He had intended it to be rough and demanding, taking all of the pleasure, but instead he found himself being slow and deep, teasing his partner.

Tovi wrapped his arms around Zander’s neck. He knew that Zander didn’t love him, but that didn’t matter. All that mattered was the feel of warm skin against his, fabric sliding off their bodies, and warm caresses.

xxx (Hunter and Illya)

Illya had adopted a relaxed and comfortable pose on the bed. Hunter was seated, a few feet away, sketching slowly. It was a calming experience to sit for the portrait. He wasn’t expected to be doing anything, just sitting for his Master...no, Hunter. It was strange for him to think of Hunter as Hunter instead of Master. But they were going to be equals, lovers even. It was something that Illya had never experienced and was quite eager to.

Hunter finished the final touches of the picture. He had wanted to draw Illya for so long, since that first night at his brother’s house. Illya was beautiful and Hunter could fully appreciate that beauty. When he put his book down, Illya was looking at him expectantly.

“What?”

“Won’t you show me what you’ve drawn?”

“Yes.” He handed the book to Illya. “Do you like it?”

“I look beautiful,” Illya stated in a surprised voice.

“You are beautiful,” Hunter’s tone was low and husky with emotion. He cupped Illya’s chin in his hands. “You are a brat most of the time, but always gorgeous.”

Illya smiled a small, almost secretive smile. “I think you should kiss me now Hunter.”

And so he did.

xxx (Zander and Tovi)

They were naked. Zander’s firm, warm body was on top of Tovi’s, his mouth working his way down Tovi’s neck. Tovi ran his hands appreciatively through Zander’s hair and down his back. This was an entirely new situation for him, being in contact with all this warm skin. The intimacy of it all was startling, but not unpleasant. Tovi felt a twinge of regret that he couldn’t be doing this with someone he loved, and who loved him in return. But Zander was being surprisingly gentle and caring in his actions. Passionate, as he ran his mouth and hands over Tovi’s chest, making Tovi moan and arch into the touches.

Zander kissed him again, and Tovi kissed back. He could lose himself here in Zander’s arms.

Zander broke the kiss, whispering against Tovi’s ear, “Are you ready for more.”

“Yes,” Tovi’s voice was hoarse and breathless.

He sighed as Zander slid his hands lower, stroking over Tovi’s erection a bit, before sliding back to cup Tovi’s ass.

“Put your knees up and spread them,” Zander gave positioning directions, while nudging Tovi into a proper position.

Because of his crippled leg, it was a bit difficult for Tovi to be in the position that Zander wanted him. But Zander was surprisingly understanding and helped Tovi find a position that would be good for both of them.

Zander paused, hesitating. Tovi was a virgin, and he had nothing to use as lubricant. Spit was a poor substitute, but seemed like the only option. Zander moved between Tovi’s thighs. Kissing Tovi’s neck as a distraction, he slid a saliva coated finger inside of the other man.

He kissed away Tovi’s hiss of breath. Tovi was tighter than anyone Zander had ever fingered before. He took his time, waiting for Tovi to grow accustomed to the feel, before attempting more.

“Please more,” Tovi begged, before kissing the side of Zander’s mouth.

Zander didn’t think that Tovi was completely ready, but obeyed the command. He slid cautiously into Tovi’s body. Tovi cried out this time, causing Zander to stop. He could see tears gathering in Tovi’s eyes and could tell that Tovi was clenching his jaw so he wouldn’t cry out anymore.

“Do you want me to stop?” Zander asked.

Tovi shook his head. “No,” came out barely audible.

Zander stayed in place for a few more minutes before tentatively moving. He could feel soft shudders that Tovi tried to repress. He knew that he was causing the other man pain and it made him feel very guilty.

“Do you want me to...”

“No!” Tovi interrupted the question he knew was coming.

“Are you positive? I’m hurting you.”

“Let’s try, a bit more,” Tovi suggested, his eyes pleading.

“Alright.” Zander gave in.

He began to thrust again, slowly, deeply, trying to find...Tovi gasped in pleasure. There it was. Zander hoped that it would help Tovi find pleasure in the act.

Tovi stared into Zander’s demon eyes. It had hurt. It had hurt more than he had expected. But now it was feeling good. Zander was making him feel good all over. He couldn’t help moving as Zander did, seeking more of the pleasure.

Tovi pulled Zander’s head down to his.

“Thank you,” he whispered before kissing the other man.

It wasn’t long until Tovi hit orgasm, Zander finishing off close behind him. They relaxed in each other’s arms. When Zander pulled out, he could see blood.

“Fuck. I tore you,” he stated, angry at himself for causing the other man so much pain.

“It’s okay,” Tovi replied softly. And he was telling the truth. Yes he was sore, his rear aching a bit, but he felt full, like Zander was still a part of him.

Zander pulled a handkerchief from the pocket of his pants and cleaned them both as good as the conditions allowed. They dressed, as it was getting to be a rather chilly night.

Curling up against Zander’s chest, Tovi whispered, “Thank you for being so kind to me.”

“Kind to you? I almost fucking tore you apart!”

“You could have done worse than what you did. Especially since you don’t like me.” Tovi looked away.

Zander sighed. “I like ya’ well enough Tovi.”

Tovi’s head snapped back to Zander. “Y-You called me by my name!”

“Yeah.”

“But you always call me Toad.”

“Go to sleep,” Zander replied gruffly.

“But I...”

“You’re easy to pick on. I don’t hate you. Sleep.”

Tovi smiled a bit as he snuggled against Zander’s chest.

He was glad that Zander didn’t hate him.

xxx (Hunter and Illya)

They parted from their kiss, Illya smiling as he looked into Hunter’s eyes. He was happy that he had finally found a home with someone who loved him. He just wanted to stay like this forever.

“Hunter?” Illya asked.

“Hmmm?” Hunter smoothed strands of hair away from Illya’s face.

“Can I stay here tonight? Just like this?” He wanted to be wrapped up in Hunter’s arms, so safe and warm.

“Yes.”

So they curled around each other, bodies aligned, arms and legs twining them into a comforting cocoon.

Like this Hunter could protect him from anything, even the demons in his sleep.

xxx (Morning)

Hunter and Illya woke together, happy and content. They had a quiet morning together, until around noon. That’s when Hunter received word from Anatole that Tovi and Zander were missing. He told Illya of the news and they set out to search for them.

On a hunch, they started at the stables. Everything seemed normal, except for Merry. He was whinnying, stomping in his stall, pacing, and causing a ruckus.

“Maybe we should let him free?” Hunter suggested.

Merry seemed to nod his head.

Hunter clipped a lead to Merry’s halter and opened the stall door. The skittish horse eagerly pulled Hunter and Illya along.

Merry led them on a senseless path through the woods until they came to a hole in the ground. Looking down, they could see Tovi and Zander sitting against the rock

Hunter and Illya called down to them.

“Took you long enough,” Zander muttered.

Merry snorted. 'What was I supposed to do? Break down the barn? You weren’t stuck long. Besides, you probably enjoyed it' Merry stuck his nose up in the air.

“Stupid horse.”

During the exchange, Hunter pulled out some rope and offered it down to them. Tovi came up first, with Zander, surprisingly, helping from behind.

“Are you both alright?” Hunter inquired.

“I’m just a bit bruised,” Tovi answered. “Zander needs to see a healer for his leg.”

“Let’s get you back.” Hunter helped Tovi and Zander onto Merry’s back. They all went back to Hunter’s cabin.

xxx (Zander)

After seeing the healer, Zander was searching for Tovi. He asked Illya if he had seen the horse handler.

“He was taking a both actually,” Illya replied.

“Good.”

Zander made his way to the bathing chamber. He tried the door, but it was locked. Shrugging, he drifted through the door. Tovi’s back was facing him, slim muscles gleaming with drops of water.

Tovi sighed contentedly, relaxing in the water. It felt so good to be clean and warm. A hand on his shoulder caused him to yelp and jolt upright in the bath.

“Zander! What are you doing here? How did you get in?”

Zander smirked. “Now that I’m healed I can drift again. My reason for being here is to give you this.” Zander showed him a jar of some sort of salve.

“What is that?”

“I stole it from the healers. It’s to heal you here,” He slid his hand down Tovi’s back to curve over Tovi’s buttocks.

Tovi gasped and jerked away. “I-I don’t need anything like that.”

“Yes you do. And since I’m responsible, I will do it.”

“No you won’t!”

“Tovi...” Zander’s voice softened. “I fucked you in that cave. I hurt you. I want to fix it, so let me.”

Sighing, Tovi gave in. “Okay.” He got out of the tub, drying himself off. Zander told him to lay on his stomach, on a towel, so he did.

“Spread your legs a bit,” Zander said as he unscrewed the top of the jar.

That comment reminded Tovi of when they had sex, causing him to blush all over. He felt gentle hands parting his thighs, a finger slowly working it’s way in.

“Relax,” Zander whispered against his ear.

It hurt a little, but it was a dull ache, not searing pain. It was much easier with the slippery salve. Zander withdrew, applying more and returning, massaging Tovi’s insides.

It was starting to feel rather good. He shifted his hips against Zander’s hands, moaning.

Zander immediately stopped. “We can’t do this now Tovi. It’s too soon.”

Tovi sat up. “Later then?” He suggested, bashfully.

Zander couldn’t help smiling a bit. “Yes.”

xxx (Hunter and Illya)

That night, Illya came to Hunter’s bed again. They lay together, Hunter stroking Illya’s back as they talked.

“I think something happened between Tovi and Zander in that cave,” Illya stated.

“Hmmmm...Possibly.”

“Hunter...” Illya rolled so he could look Hunter in the eyes. “Don’t you want me?”

Hunter chuckled. “Of course I do.” He kissed the crown of Illya’s hair. “Why are you asking this now?”

“It’s just...You don’t seem to want...to want...” Illya trailed off, pulling Hunter’s hands so they touched him more intimately.

Hunter’s eyes darkened. “I want, very much. I wanted to make sure you were ready. That you didn’t feel obligated.”

“You know I don’t.” Illya kissed him.

Hunter kissed him back, passionately, deeply, moving on top of him.

“I’m going to worship you tonight,” he declared.

And he did. Illya didn’t think there was a part of him that Hunter hadn’t touched. His finger’s mapped Illya’s skin, exploring. He suckled Illya’s neck, stroked his chest, licked his nipples, and tongued his bellybutton.

He sucked Illya’s dick. That was something that Illya had done to numerous Masters, but it had never been done to him before. Now he knew why they liked it so much. It made him eager, especially when Hunter began to stretch him with his fingers.

This was an act Illya had never found pleasure in, and he wanted to desperately with Hunter. As Hunter carefully prepared him, Illya realized that this was much different than it used to be. Hunter knew exactly where to press to make him moan. It made him want what came next.

“Are you ready?” Hunter breathed against Illya’s ear.

“Yes please,” Illya begged, a foreign occurrence. He never begged for it unless a Master ordered him to.

He stared into Hunter’s eyes as Hunter entered him. They were connected, physically and emotionally, and it felt so exquisite, Illya almost cried from the overload of feelings. Instead, he wrapped his arms around Hunter’s neck, kissing him as they moved together.

Perfect.

That’s how it felt as they reached an incredible high, floating down like leaves caught in the breeze.

And as they lay together, the Hunter realized that he had found what he was searching for after all.

xxx (The end)

I hope that was okay and not to OOC! Farewell to this story!!

Izzy-chan