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[Note: Some of the letters went all wonky with the upload, so they've been replaced. The Romanian words are not correct because of this change.]

-This is the beginning of the second and final arc of this story.-

-Arael-

It wasn't until our move to Italy that I realized Bacchus's standing; the respect that just bearing his last name came with. Just as Moroii had leaders, so did the Strigoii. Bacchus was not a leader, but Vasile was. Being Vasile's child of sorts, Bacchus was well respected. Perhaps that's why Trackers wanted him so badly.

Now that I was Arael Silvanus, I had the same respect, but with that respect came danger. It didn't bother me, but Bacchus always worried about my safety when I wouldn't. There were Trackers all over the world, even here in Florence. They weren't as aggressive here. I didn't have to hide my red eyes from them, but that didn't ease Bacchus's worry. Now that I was modeling again and Bacchus couldn't be with me 24/7, I often found myself under the watchful eyes of bodyguards hired by my wolf. Even if I couldn't see them, they were there.

Like now. I'd just finished a photo shoot for a magazine that wanted to print my new fabricated history, and as was usual now, there was black limousine and a white ferret wearing sunglasses at night waiting to open the door for me.

"Grazie, Andric. Grazie!" The photographer said, shaking my paws as I stepped out of the studio. When we moved to Italy, I faked Shayne Montgomery's death. It seemed easier than to go through the paperwork of leaving the agencies I was affiliated with in the US. Since I'd changed, I figured it'd be safe to become world famous again. I looked different enough with my blood red eyes, new black markings and the white streak in my hair. Now, I was Andric Sinclair.

"My pleasure. Thank you!" I chuckled before turning to my ride. The mortal fox couldn't see it, but I could. Behind the dark tinted windows was a pair of glowing red eyes. I couldn't help but smile. Bacchus was hiding in the car, waiting for me. I cast the photographer a wave goodbye before making my way to the limo.

When the driver opened the door, I slid in, expecting to be grabbed. It didn't happen. The vampire in the car wasn't sitting on the back seat anymore. He was now across from me sitting in the seat with his back against the divider. I tilted my head a little. "Bacchus?"

"Not quite, tinar unul." The voice was unmistakable.

"Vasile!" In a flash, I was on the other side of the car, hugging the elder bat. "How have you been? You're here, so I assume you won the fight at their headquarters."

The bat chuckled, returning my hug. "Yes, my child. We left none of them alive. Not even as we are."

I clapped my paws. "Excellent. One less group of Trackers to worry about."

"Speaking of, dear Arael, are you not worried about them here?" Vasile asked, cocking his head to the side. "I understand your liking of the modeling - it suits a handsome thing such as yourself," he said, running a hand beneath my chin, "but to be showing your eyes to the world now, it just seems a touch dangerous to me."

I couldn't help but grin. "No worries, Vasile." I said, hugging him again. "I scoped out the vampire population around here. I've see a few Trackers, but they're far less aggressive. The most I've seen them do is stare at me."

Vasile smiled, showing his fangs. "Well, dear child, I trust your judgment." He ran a paw through my hair. "How is Bacchus?"

"He is well. In fact, we're headed to our home now. He'll be happy to see you."

Vasile and I talked all the way home. He told me of how it was vampires from his time that had pushed some of today's modern marvels. The bat had become as much a father to me as he was to Bacchus. I'd met him a year ago and only seen him maybe once or twice since, but it was impossible not to get close to him.

"Your friend, the halfling, Maxwell. How is he?"

I shrugged a little. "We haven't heard from Maxwell for a few months. He and Carmina left us about six months ago. We just know that wherever they are, they're together."

"Together, you say?"

"Yes. Maxwell is now Carmina's mate." I chuckled. "I do wish they'd stayed with us so I could keep an eye on Maxwell - being the first of his kind and all - but Carmi had other plans."

Vasile must have felt the change in my aura. It saddened me to think that my best friend was somewhere in the world and I didn't know where. The bat drew me closer to him and put his wing around me. "Not to worry, tinar unul. I am sure he is fine. He is with your Carmina.

I nodded, leaning into him. "I know, but I can't help but worry. Yes, he can pass for Moroii if he keeps his eye covered, but what if they're in a less undead-friendly place than us?

"Then Carmina will take care of him." Vasile said, giving me a squeeze around the shoulders. I had to hug him again. Vasile had enough calm for the both of us.

"I hope when I'm your age I can be as okay about everything as you are." I chuckled.

He ruffled my hair. "You are five hundred eighty, no? Well, unfortunately, you have another two thousand years before you." Vasile chuckled.

I could hear his age now. He only looked to be about in his late twenties or early thirties, but the ancient bat's laugh would have said he was no younger than the twenty-five hundred years he claimed. I couldn't help but wonder what all he'd seen and experienced that made him who he was now.

"A lot, tinar unul. Dear little one, I have witnessed death and destruction, life and creation, far more than most vampires ever do." He looked down to me with a smile. "Do be careful to at least make it to Bacchus's age. I won't forgive you if you die too young."

I grinned and nodded. "I'll be careful."

The limo had taken us out of Florence and down a long road that ran parallel to the woods between that city and San Marino. The driver brought us out fourteen miles and stopped.

"What is going on?" Vasile asked.

"We have to run from here." I said, moving to the door. "Bacchus can't live in the city, so we live in the woods." He tilted his head. "No worries, we have a very nice cabin out here." I explained, laughing at the bat.

"Just as well. I do not see how you tolerate such slow transportation, dear Arael." Vasile said, climbing out after me. "As for this running, I like to believe my wings separated from my arms for a reason." the chiropteran said with a smirk. I tried to read his mind to see what he meant, but since the accelerated actions of a Strigoii happened faster than thought, I was caught completely off guard when Vasile grabbed me by the wrist and leapt up into the sky.

-Bacchus-

I'd learned to like blood from banks instead of bodied to accommodate Arael's dislike of killing. It quenched my thirst and made me strong as it should, but it just didn't satisfy the way holding a struggling mortal and biting did. I left a few bags out of the refrigerator downstairs to get lukewarm so it'd be almost like drinking from a person. Meanwhile, I stood out on the balcony waiting for him to appear in the trees. I'd been there for the past five hours - not moving a muscle - just staring into the trees were he usually came through.

It didn't take much to perfectly recreate my cabin from the states. That was the first thing I did when we arrived in Florence. I found the woods, cleared out an area in the middle where no one would ever travel, and used the trees I knocked down to rebuild our home. I obtained the furniture and Arael did the decorating; hypnotizing mortals from the city and making them do things like tile the bathrooms and kitchen

He even let me eat a couple of them. I wasn't forbidden from killing mortals, but I avoided it now unless my fox didn't mind. I suppose it was understandable. I heard there screams when I killed. After nineteen-hundred forty-seven years of doing it, it didn't bother me, but Arael could hear it in my thoughts. I decided to stop killing when one night I saw him clawing up the surrounding trees, screaming and holding his head after one of my benders.

Flap... flap... flap...

I looked up and were my heart beating, it would have skipped a beat for each of them as Vasile and Arael descended from the sky. As they got low enough, I held out my paws to seize him around the waist and pull him into a kiss before I turned to Vasile.

"Father, what a pleasant surprise." I said, hugging the bat. Vasile put his arms and wings around me before closing them around himself, using the claws on the ends as clasps so his wings formed a sort of cloak.

"I am pleased to be seeing you as well, my child." He said, ruffling my hair.

"Please, come in." I gestured to the open balcony doors. "I have some blood sitting out to get a little warm."

Vasile tilted his head a little. "Sitting out to warm?" Before I could open my mouth to explain, he'd read my thoughts and turned to Arael. "You have trouble killing mortals? Why?" he asked, stroking the fox's cheek.

Arael took Vasile's hand and held it there. "I don't know. I've never been able to take someone's life."

"But surely you had to when you first fed as a Strigoii, no."

"My clever fox found a way around that one as well." I said, grinning as I moved behind Arael and put my arms around him. "Instead of killing a mortal, he turned Maxwell into what he is now.

The fox tilted his head back to lick my cheek. "It wasn't easy at all. I wish I'd known I'd be dead for three days before I woke up ready to drain the entire city."

We all laughed at that as we made our way inside and downstairs. There, we collected the bags of blood from the kitchen and sat in the living room. It was fun watching Vasile prod his first bag with his claws. Eventually, he caught on and bit into the bag. He agreed with me. Drinking from bags did quench thirst and make us strong, but it wasn't as good as holding onto a mortal as they took their last breath.

"So how has undeath been since that night one year ago?" Vasile asked me. He sat back on the couch and crossed his legs before resting his hands on his knee.

"We have been well. As you know, I can't go into the city, but Arael can." I said, giving the fox a squeeze around the waist. "He tells me that there are Trackers, but they're more 'behave and we'll keep our distance' about us."

Vasile nodded. "I see, so this is why you feel so safe about showing your eyes here." He said, gesturing to Arael."

The fox nodded. "I've even brought Bacchus around mortals. I told him we were going to get him some real clothing before I, you know, died."

I stifled my laugh, but Vasile didn't bother to. "Dear tinar unul, your efforts are in vain. Bacchus has not worn actual clothing since I turned him."

"Oh, I dunno, father." I said. "Arael's designer friends can be quite persuasive - coercive." I coughed the last word and Arael elbowed me in the ribs. "I don't see myself wearing them often, but I'll admit he got me some nice clothes."

"That's better." The fox said, turning in my arms to kiss me on the cheek.

Vasile stared off into space for just a moment, then looked back to us. "Meu copii, it seems my time here is almost spent. I must be leaving for now." the bat said, standing up from the armchair he'd been sitting in.

Suddenly, something felt missing. I looked to my arms and they were empty. "Aw, so soon?" I heard Arael say before I could see him hugging Vasile around the waist. "When will we see you again, Vasile."

He smirked at the fox. "Well, I do not know about this 'Vasile', but tata shall visit again soon."

"Tata?" Arael repeated.

I couldn't help but chuckle at his confusion. The next instant, I was wrapping my arms around him once more. "It's Romanian for 'father'." I explained, kissing him on the neck before looking up to Vasile. I released my fox to hug the bat. "Please come see us again soon, tata." I said as he wrapped his wings around me.

Vasile kissed me on the forehead. "I promise, dear Bacchus." He said before releasing me. When he let go, he was gone. Both Arael and I had the same thought and we both arrived at the balcony at the same time. We got there just in time to see him levitating off the railing. "Take care of each other, meu copii." He called down to us before disappearing into the night.

After a couple moments, Arael turned to me and poked me in the ribs. "You're going to teach me Romanian so I don't feel like an imbecile when I speak with him, do you understand?"

I smirked and nodded. "Yes, I understand." I said, stepping closer to him. "I will teach you Romanian, beginning with 'A pierde al tau haine.'"

"And that means?" Arael asked, stepping closer as well.

I didn't say anything. My response was cocking my eyebrow suggestively. I was certain he'd read my mind when jabbed me in the ribs again and laughed. "Well? You know what it means; do you need a bigger hint?" I asked, slipping my paws beneath his shirt. "Or do you just need some assistance?" As I said that, I turned one of my paws around so that the back of it was on his stomach and my claws were touching the shirt.

Arael grinned and leaned into me, unfortunately, not noticing what I'd done. As he noticed the evil shimmer in my eye, his grin turned to a grimace of horror just before I shredded the white button-down shirt off of him.

"Why?" Arael sighed. "Is it so hard to lift a shirt over one's head?"

"It isn't, but removing it by normal means takes too long." I explained to the fox. "I don't want to waste any time that I could be doing this." He opened his mouth to protest and I slipped my tongue in to silence him. I grinned to myself when I felt his knees buckle a little. He went on about how that wasn't fair, but his words wavered as I kissed him on the neck, then the chest, then the navel, until I reached his belt buckle. I wrapped my fangs around it and looked up at him with an evil smirk.

"Please don't." he said, running his paws through my hair. "If you keep this up, I'll never have any clothes."

I snickered and shook my head, moving him with me. Snickering, I slipped my tongue beneath the leather and unbuckled it before pulling it off with my teeth.

"Bravo, are you going to tie a cherry stem in a knot next?" Arael asked, smirking at me.

I stood up for a moment to give his face a long, wet lick from chin to hairline before returning to my crouching position to finish undoing his slacks. As he cussed at me and wiped is face undid the button keeping him decent and slid the black pants down to his ankles. Arael made it exceedingly easy for me. The fox didn't own underwear unless he was modeling them at the time. I blew a chilling breath against his already swelling sheath not unlike I'd done to enthrall him the night I met him. As I wanted, he shivered and a bit of black poke out of the fuzzy prison. I gave his sac a lick to see him squirm before moving to my attention to the foxcock slowly emerging. I'd torture him for a bit.

Without warning, I seized him around the knees and snatched him out of the slack around his ankles, moving him from the balcony to the bed in the blink of an eye. It was fun to watch him make head or tails of things while I continued to slowly lick at his now fully erect shaft. He squirmed even more. I glanced up to see him already biting his lips together. This was too easy. I moved to swirl my tongue around the tip of his maleness and laughed to myself when he pinched his eyes shut and arched his back a little. Time to go in for the kill. I slowly engulf the entire length in my maw, licking at it all the way down to the base. It wasn't really fair. I'd learned this from him the first time he'd sucked me off in the shower in our previous home. I'd since had time to practice before doing it now for real. As he'd done to me, I dragged my tongue all over, searching for a spot to exploit. A spot that would make him shiver.

Found it. As I licked at the spot three inches from the base on the left of his eight inches, he clawed the bed and writhed. I grinned when I got a taste of pre from him. While is eyes were still closed, I reached to the nightstand and opened the drawer. I took out a small bottle and slipped into his paw as I slowly pulled myself off him and crawled further up onto him to kiss him again as he undid my shorts. Once I was naked as well, I rolled over onto my back and he straddled my torso and leaned down to kiss me again. It was funny how much time we spent like this. He'd sit on my stomach even if we weren't fucking at the time.

Arael popped the cap on the bottle of lube I'd given him and covered three of his fingers. As he lifted his tail and moved to stretch himself, I grabbed his paw. He tilted his head a little. "What's the matter, Bacchus?" he asked. "Surely you don't think that's going in me without it." he said pointing to the foot of black wolfdick standing menacingly at attention behind him.

I shook my head. "No, I do not." I replied, grinning up at him. I love that I didn't have to tell him what I was thinking, not that it'd take a mind reader to figure it out

"Are you sure?" the fox asked, his tail beginning to wag fast enough behind him to create a small gust. I nodded and he laughed. "Ah, for once I'll be able to walk right afterward!"

"Yeah, yeah, don't get excited." I said, sticking out my tongue at him. "This is my first time, so go easy." He cocked his head to the left. "Is it really so unbelievable that in over 1900 years of sex I've never been on the receiving end?"

"Um, yeah. Kinda." He said, putting more lube on his fingers. "But don't worry, relax and you'll want to do it more often." With that, he moved back off my torso and lifted me up by the heel of my right footpaw. I tensed and he shot a look at me. "Relax." He said before rubbing his thumb underneath my tail.

"Do you know what you're doing down there?" I asked, flicking my tail at him.

"Well I don't think it's more complicated than insert rod A into slot B." Arael said, pressing the first finger into me. "In 500 years, I, unlike you, have been more experimental."

"Would you listen to us, love?" I said, chewing my lower lip. "We sound like teenage boys."

"Well, here you seem to be one." The fox replied. "Long as you've lived and you've never even thought about it? That's unbelievable." He chuckled. "By the way, all in. You're ready."

I didn't even feel the other four of his fingers when he pushed the past my tailhole. Perhaps this wouldn't be as horrible as I expected.

"Hey, if it were so horrible, do you think I'd let you do it to me?" Arael asked, wiggling his fingers some before pulling them out one by one. He let my leg go so that I could lie flat again, then crawled up to kiss me. "I'll make this as enjoyable for you as you do for me. It may hurt at first, but just relax."

I fought the urge to cringe when I felt him lining himself up, but I nodded to give him the okay. Part of me wanted to call it all off, but I was still curious as to how it would go. Well, at least I knew that if I didn't like it, Arael wouldn't pressure me to do it again. I glance down to see him giving me an assuring glance as if to confirm my thoughts as he began to push inside me.

He was right. I felt the sting he'd warned me about, but after the first three inches, the pain had been replaced with pleasure. Perhaps this could be something I could get into. I felt the last two inches slip in before I realized I hadn't breathed since he started. I let out the breath I'd held in and he looked sharply up to me.

"Are you alright?" he asked. I reached and ran a paw through his hair, the nodded to give him the okay to continue. The fox pulled exactly half way out before slowly pushing his throbbing length back in me. He went on like that for a while, taking extra care not to move too quickly. I remembered the torture I'd went through during this time, when I had to be gentle and couldn't actually fuck Arael. The thought was amusing. Certainly he was feeling it right now. I'd let him suffer a bit longer before telling him I was ready for more.

Aw shit. I looked down to see him smirking up at me.

"Oh are you?" he asked slyly.

I could only laugh now. Once I'd gathered myself, I nodded. "You never let me have any fun, but yes, you needn't hold back anymore."

He raised an eye brow slightly. The next thing I knew, he'd pulled all the way out and slammed back into me with enough force to push is both to the head of the bed. The movement forced me to sit upright, which would have had me riding him if his thrusts weren't keeping me up. I had to bite my lips together to keep from howling from the pleasure that came with it. I found myself biting them a lot now as the fox jackhammered in and out of me, pressing me harder and harder into the headboard.

The headboard. Our beautiful, hand-carved, dark wooden headboard. I almost missed it, granted other more pressing matters. There was a crack. I glanced down to Arael. The fox smirked and locked his arms around me as best as he could before pulling out and practically jumping back in as he lifted us both off of the bed.

How had I never come up with this? The fox was levitating and pressing me into the ceiling now as he continued to pound away at my wanting tailhole. It wasn't until he'd forcibly entered me again that I noticed my full twelve inches and knot were exposed. He noticed as well. Arael smirked even more before adding to the perfect torture he was already giving me. The fox, in a great show of his flexibility, bended at what looked like the chest and wrapped his lips around my already dribbling dick, immediately beginning to swirl his tongue around the tip. As he thrusted harder into me, the motion forced me to buck my hips into his maw. I couldn't stop the howl that came then. If I' bitten my lips together, I'dve torn them off.

He couldn't get the entire length in his mouth, but that didn't stop him from making it better still. Arael pressed into my chest with one paw and worked at my knot with the other. I could barely breathe now. The paw on my chest wasn't holding my breath in me, but the great howl building rapidly as I neared my end. Arael's rhythm was gone and he was banging erratically away at me now. I could feel his knot against my no-longer virgin ring, begging for entry.

I tried to compose myself, knowing what would happen if I came first. My body would seize up and this would not end properly, as the fox would not be able to tie with me. I could feel it beginning to stretch my hole, but beginning wasn't enough. Beginning was making it harder for me to keep from ending too soon. I had to tell him.

"A-Arael..." Unbelievable. I was stammering. "H-hurry, before I-I..."

He understood. The fox nodded and pull out completely on last time before sinking balls deep into me, forcing his knot in as well. That was it for me. When I felt him knot me, every muscle in my body tensed and he howl building in me was released, shaking every picture from the walls and breaking several glass objects as I emptied several days of pent up wolfcum down Arael's throat. As I predicted, it ended for him as well. I felt the eight inches of foxcock and the accompanying knot spasm inside me as he fired wave after wave of hot seed deep in me, so much so that it began to over flow.

Completely drained and unable to hold us both up any longer, Arael brought is gently down into the bed, laying me on my back once more. With my last bit of strength, I leaned up to kiss him, tasting my cum on his lips and tongue. After that, neither of us could do anything but fall asleep as the sun rose outside. We'd need our rest to clean up all the broken glass and fallen pictures later.

*Tinar unul (mispelled) means 'young one'

*Meu copii means 'my children'