Note on Chapter name: Knight's Devotion- devotion can mean deep love, commitment, great dedication and loyalty.

Italics are thoughts Centered is mind-link.

Chapter 7: Knight's Devotion

"They had bombed the Raider's base and dragged them out of the cave one by one; it was a horrible slaughter…" Gabriel was sipping tea in David's house, his hands where shaking from the memory. "They showed absolutely no mercy, they interrogated one man by staking him down on open ground, removing his coverings one piece at a time exposing his flesh to the sun bit by bit….God, I will never get that man's scream out of my head."

Michael listened with a frown. He had heard many stories about the cruelty of the Inquisition, some he doubted as an overblown rumor, but Gabriel wasn't known for his convincing lies.
David was listening with the same stern expression. "Then I take it that Brother Peter has…executed all of the Raiders?"
Gabriel nodded, "The man they had interrogated had given them the names of all the men who was in their group. "

David stood up. "Thank you for your report. You came back alone, where are Brother Peter and his men?"
"They where gathering the bodies of the Raiders from their base and the canyons; they are making sure that each one is accounted for. They should return later this evening."

Michael went home, his thoughts and emotions mixed. He couldn't ask for more that Petro had indeed assured the secrecy of the village but to kill to the last man with such brutality? He shook his head, perhaps they put up a resistance. Michael told himself that they had deserved to die, but he had once run with those men, did he too deserve to die as well?
"No, I was redeemed."

"Indeed you where."
Michael looked up to see Petro standing in the doorway; his armor and robes where covered in dried blood. The Inquisitor placed his weapon beside the door. "Petro, I heard the report from Gabriel…You where successful."
"Yes. But the cost was high. I lost a man fighting those creatures. Several more wounded, Brother Grant won't be able to walk again without prosthetic leg." Petro dumped his helmet on the floor with an expression of disgust on his face. "I don't' understand how you were a part of that rabble Michael."
"I was lost Petro…I had nothing else to live for but sin and violence." Michael came closer to help Petro out of his blood soaked armor. "I guess I'm one of the lucky ones to have seen it in time."
As more armor dropped to the floor Petro pulled Michael closer to him. "I came close to death today Michael…the only thought that came to my mind was if I didn't live to succeed, then you might be in danger once again. "
The knight felt his face flush hotly. It was sudden, this admission from Petro. He supposed that a close call with death could do that to any man.
"Petro, I am happy that you returned. I don't know what I would have done if…if you had-"He was cut off with a kiss, Michael's green eyes widened in surprise. Brother Petro held him flush against his body in an intimate embrace. Michael relaxed in his hold, responding to the kiss, letting him know how relived he felt.

"Michael, could you get the bath ready?" Petro asked once they had pulled apart. "I'm covered in blood it soaked right thought the armor and I…"
"I will go get the water." Michael said quickly. "S-stay here." He stumbled out the door in a hurry.
Petro found himself smiling at the reactions of his friend, knowing that it was he who was causing this strange behavior in Michael. He grinned, thinking of the 'revenge' his cunning mind came up with.

Michael came back carrying four buckets of warm water, two on each shoulder-yoke. As he was pouring the first bucket of warm water into the tub he heard Petro's voice greet him from the bedroom door.

"You're quick."

Michael looked up his jaw dropping, Petro stood at the door completely naked, wearing nothing but a smirk. The bucket fell into the tub with a splash. The sound shook him out of his shock. Petro's smirk widened for a moment as the blond cursed softly picking up the dropped bucket. "No warning Petro? " Michael muttered," You're cruel to tempt me thus." With a show of indignation, he poured the rest of the water into the tub. "Your bath is ready."

"Thank you my most gracious host." the blue haired man replied. He stepped into the water and sighed in contentment as the hot water eased his sore muscles. "Ahhh…so much better then a shower."
The Methuselah knelt beside him handing him the soap. "Is there anything else that you want?"
Petro looked into his friend's face his expression one of curiosity, affection and mischief. "I could use some supper."
This prompted a laugh from Michael. "How demanding, next you'll have me doing your laundry…" the both of them looked at the pile of bloody dirty clothes Petro had left on the floor. "..Don't even ask Petro, I'm not your servant."
They both laughed.

"I will get one of the women to wash them; I have some soup that Amelia brought over."

After the bath and soup, Petro and Michael lay together in the dark room. Michael was surprised that the Vatican knight let him climb in without any words of protest and furthermore, he had drawn the Methuselah close to him.
Michael stared hard at him in the darkness. "Ok, who are you and what have you done to my friend?"

Petro blushed. "What are you saying?"
"You are behaving strangely Petro, before now, you've never would have done this. What made you change your mind?"
Petro fell silent as he considered his answer very carefully. After the raid, he had come to realize that he too cared more deeply about Michael then he cared to admit. The problem was his pride and the fear of being found out. He decided to keep it simple.
"I have realized that I am in love with you, Michael." Petro said. "I…was in denial because I was afraid."
"What are you afraid of? "He frowned, this man, who could face down a battalion of raiders was…

"Oh" he understood now. He settled back down laying his head on Petro's shoulder. "I don't mind that we keep it a secret. No-one else needs to know. I just….I just want this." He indicated their close embrace. "I am happy with this."
"As am I Michael."

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It was in the wee hours of the morning when Petro started awake, the resent nightmare was more hellish then the memory. He was sure that they had gotten the cave cleared; the Raider's base was located in a cave high up a mountain pass. The mouth of the cave opened to a mesa, an area that over looked a high cliffs and rushing rivers.

One of the last vampires had driven one of their tanks out of the cave into the ranks of Soldiers. Brother Petro had used his screamer to knock several of his men from the path of the tank but… he himself had been rammed and sent over the cliff. His quick thinking had saved him, with his screamer imbedded into the cliff wall he was able to avoid falling into the deep river below. The tank had fallen, taking its lone occupant with it.

Brother Petro took a deep breath to shake the nightmare from his mind; it was over and done with. The knight shivered, had he fallen, his heavy armor would have pulled him into death's cold embrace. The only thoughts that he had while he was hanging on waiting for his men to send down a rope; was that truly the last of the raiders? Fearing that Michael would be forever battling those wretches if did he not make absolutely sure that he finished every last one of them. He vowed that his friend would never have to face that again. Would he see Michael again? The thought gave him strength to hold on to the cliff wall, he wanted to see him again, even if it was just for a moment…

During the journey back to the village the Vatican Knight had time to think and reflect in the deepening twilight.

Michael lifted his head from Petro's chest. "Awake?" the change of tempo in the other man's breath had wakened him.
"What time is it?" Petro asked.
Michael glanced at the window. "I'd say it's early, that the sun isn't up yet."
"That's just perfect." The blue-haired knight shifted position, so that he was over Michael looking down at him. "You are perfect to me." This drew a smile from the general of the village guards. Petro continued kissing him at every other word." And you are so beautiful, like an angel you take my breath away…" he moved lower, kissing the Methuselah's neck and shoulders. Michael sighed. "Petro…"

"Let me make love to you."
At this Michael held back a snicker, Petro frowned. "What's the matter?"
"Do you know how to make love to a man?"

Petro shook his head. Michael grinned up at him. "Want me to teach you? I'll teach you everything….That is if you're willing to let go of your chastity vow."

Here Brother Petro hesitated. "What do you mean?"
Michael trailed his hands down Petro's rock hard body. 'I want you to enter my body Petro." His voice was low purr. Petro felt his insides melting at the words that the Methuselah spoke, Michael's voice was a balm, both soothing and exciting him. But something nagged at him. "How?"

Michael huffed, the moment ruined by the innocent question. Better get this over with. He pulled Petro close to him, "You are aware of how men and women fit right? Well we will have to be more inventive. Men penetrate each other anally."
As expected, Petro drew back with an expression of disgust. "You mean you want me to stick my dick up your ass?"
"That's the way it's usually done, mind you, some hetero couples do it as well." Michael fought to keep his expression serious.

"But that's dirty, more then that, it's…."
"A sin?" Michael finished for him." Does the church still regard homosexuality as a sin?" He didn't have to hear the answer, Petro's silence was enough.
The Angelic vampire pulled him close. "Is Love a sin Petro? Is our love a sin to you?"

"…No." Petro buried his face into the crook of Michael's shoulder. "God would have never let me see you again if it was."

"Ahh." Michael lay there for a long moment; Petro lifted his head to look at him, "Must it be that hole?"
"If you're uncomfortable with it we can wait." Michael said.
Petro shook his head. "We don't have the luxury; I have to get back the Vatican…"
Michael felt his heart sink, yes indeed, what made him think that they would have the time to be together? Petro was silent for several minutes. Long enough for Michael to think that he had fallen back to sleep.
"I want to do it."
Michael's' eyes widened. "Seriously?"
"Yes, this may be our only chance Michael. My time here will be short and I…I want it to last forever."

The Methuselah stared up at him then smiled. "I understand…"

They kissed, Michael taking the more dominate role and rolled them over. "I got the bed changed."
Petro grinned. "I noticed."
"…it's bigger." Michel licked and kissed at Petro's neck and shoulders, lowering down to his broad chest, worshiping the Inquisitor's muscular body with his lips. Michael licked at his dusky nipples, Petro's breath picked up. "Aahhnn~"

The vampire nipped it with his fangs, feeling the powerful body bolt under him, he smiled. "More?"
"Y-yes."
He licked it, sucking, was rewarded with his lover's panting breaths and soft moans. He dipped lower, nipping his fangs drawing sharp cries whenever he hit an erogenous zone. Michael lingered over them. Teasing, drawing those deep moans he enjoyed hearing.

Petro's mind was swimming with pleasure. Every nip was gentle enough not to pierce the skin. He wonders idly, that Michael might be using his gift to draw such erotic feelings. His cock was hard and throbbing against Michael's body, matching his pulse. Petro moans again, feeling his lover move lower, that wet tongue licking a path down past his navel. He let out a gasp as Michael spread his thighs settling in between them, he looked down whimpering at the sight of the beautiful blond wrapping a hand around his hard need, his lips parting.
"Ahhh!" Petro's body bolted, jerking as he felt the tip of his arousal enveloped by wet warmth. His whimpers turned into loud moans as the Methuselah sucked at him, each movement drawing him deeper and deeper into Michael's mouth, Petro's toes curled in aching pleasure as he felt himself draw closer to his climax, he gritting his teeth and held it back, fought to make this last as long as possible. He panted Michael's name. Oh god that tongue! Michael's tongue was dancing along his shaft. And his fangs, where scraping along it as well, drawing sharp pangs of pain that only served to arouse him even more.

As if sensing that Petro could not bare it much longer Micheal withdrew looking up at him in the dim light. "Do you want my fangs Vatican?"
Petro's cock nearly burst at the words, mutely he nodded. "Y-yes…please Michael I want it." He growled as he found his voice again. He was trembling as Michael licked at him; the vampire was just teasing him! Damn it!

Sharp pangs of arousal curled in his stomach as he ran his tongue up along the underside, Michael could feel the pulsing blood flow supplying this wonderful organ. God, he wanted him, he wanted to feel this man spill his seed into him. Pulling back he sank one fang into the throbbing smooth head in his mouth. Pouring his entire gift' into the bite. He gave a muffled moan as the blood seeped over his hungry tongue.
Petro screamed climaxing into Michael's mouth with the blood. Cum spurting hard, over and over, his hips jerking upwards forcing it deeper into that exquisite mouth.

Michael let the cock slide into his mouth, feeling the wet spurt hit the back of this throat he clenched Petro's hips as he drew back a bit to savor the taste of him, cum and blood mixing together as he swallowed.

Petro panted as the last spurt left him he glanced down, his eyes misty, his body heaving.
Michael smirked up at him, his lips still around his cock. The vampire closed his eyes and drew him in deep again. Moaning lowly, the deep timber sending vibrations through Petro's overly sensitive cock."

"Oh Shit!"
Petro screamed again, as Michaels' gift wrought a second orgasm from him, the small wound on the tip of his cock pulsed with the assault of pleasure. His cock spurted again.

Michael hungrily gulped down the offering and let the dripping softening member slip from between his lips. "Incredible, you came twice for me. No-one has ever done that for me before."
Brother Petro panted, his body covered in a light sheen, No, he never felt that good before not since….that time. He licked his lips. "Oh God that was….that was.." He stumbled over the words trying to get his muddled mind working properly.
The blond knight smiled and moved up, laying beside him one hand slowly caressing Petro's trembling body. "Magnificent…two orgasms and it still looks like your ready for more." He watched as his touches elicited a response, the blue haired knight's member swelling once more. "As if you're trying to make up all the years you've denied yourself."

Petro gazed at him with lust filled blue eyes. "Michael…." He shifted over kissing Michael hungrily, devouring his breath in a savage hard kiss. Michael melted under him, moaning against his lips as he felt Petro's hands rubbing over his body, hands that where slightly calloused from long years of soldiery, his gorgeous body hardened and tempered in battle. He loved Petro's strength; he loved it, submitting completely to the blue haired inquisitor. Michael whimpered. 'Ahh Yes, more….please. ahh!" he gave a muffled cry as Petro wrapped his hand around his lover's neglected hard-on, slowly stroking it. "Yes, like that, ahh I like it just a bit more." Michael guided, thrusting his hips evenly into that huge fist.
Petro looked down to watch his handy work as he began to match the Methuselah's thrusting with his movements. Michael sighed, the stroking wouldn't be enough to get him off, but he enjoyed the treatment. He moaned. "A little tighter ahh yes, just like that Petro….Ahhhnnn Yes, Yes…"
The Vatican knight smiled and paused, withholding Michael's increasing pleasure. The Methuselah protested. Petro dipped down and kissed the skin along his chest, Michael panted at the whisper-soft touches. The inexperienced touches and kisses was more arousing him then any lover he'd slept with. "Ahh Petro yes, Oh God….incredible!" He shuddered, trembling under the caressing hands of this pure, untouched perfection.

The blue haired knight shifted and licked at the pale pink nipple within reach, he was rewarded with a gasp and a moan. He licked at it some more, his cock pulsing at every erotic noise that Michael made. He enjoyed giving Michael this pleasure. He loved hearing Michael's heavy breathing, his whimpers, his angelic voice elicited a strong response, the desire to hear him moan and cry out over and over again. Petro lightly sucked and nibbled at the sensitive nub, his hand resumed stroking that hot swollen member. He groaned as Michael became more vocal, his moans louder.

Michael tossed his head back arching. So close, oh so close, he didn't know how much of this teasing he could bare. "Oh God, Petro you're driving me crazy!" he finally cried out, his whole body shuddering with need.
Petro stopped and looked up at him. "You want me to stop?"
Michael immediately froze. He opened his mouth, yet nothing came out, he fumbled for words, "Oh God Petro don't' you know how amazing you're making me feel?" When he received a smile, he continued his voice a low purr. "You make me want even more of you, not just your hands and lips; I want all of you…."

Petro once again was on his back; Michael bent and took him in this mouth once more. Petro gritted his teeth as the blond licked at him lightly his cock twitching. He looked down, moaning at the sight of the angel sucking him into oblivion. Once Michael was happy that Petro's cock was slick with saliva, he straddled his hips, hovering over him one hand guiding the slick hot length toward his entrance. He felt the body stiffen under him.
"Michael?"
"Relax Petro…don't move…" Michael lowered himself slowly down on that massive erection. Whimpering when he felt the swollen head push into him. He gasped as hovered, just over Petro's trembling body.
Petro's hands shot down to grab Michael's hips, holding him, supporting him. It was so warm. He let out a deep throaty moan as beautiful blond knight slowly encased his entire length within his body. Michael was tight and very warm. Petro's hand gripped his hips. "M-Micheal.." his hips was twitching every muscle tensed, wanting to drive into that tight heat.
"Ahhh…..Wait… don't' move. Let me…" Michael gasped out trying to relax as the burning pain eased. It had hurt when Rackshimir raped him, but Petro was more endowed in size, even with the improvised lube it was still painful.
The blue haired Knight looked up at him. "Michael? Are you alright? Talk to me."
"I….I have never….ahhn, yes, I'm alright. You're so big, it just take getting used too that's all." Michael gave him a tentative smile. Petro felt the tightness around him lessen slightly as Michael relaxed. He smiled up at the blond. "Beautiful, you're so beautiful my love." One hand reached up to caress his lover.
Michael tilted his head back and moaned. He had him, he finally had him; his fierce, powerful Knight. The Methuselah leaned into Petro's touch, moving himself up slowly along that hard shaft only to slam back down, shuddering. "Ahh Petro!"
The Inquisitor's body bolted, Petro's hips instinctively thrusting up to meet him. He growled in response. "Ita angu- Ahh, feels so good. mei Deus. " he babbled incoherently as Michael began to ride him. His moans getting louder as that hot gripping tight ass pulled him closer to completion.

Michael reached down and gripped himself, stroking himself as he continued to ride the Vatican Solider. His body just positioned so that every movement of cock with in him brushed and struck his prostate again and again, filling his vision with stars.

"Give it me…I want it all Petro. Give it to me!" Michael cried out lustfully, which was more then enough to tip Petro over the edge.

"Ahhh!!" Petro threw his head back mouth opening, crying out as he came. Filling his lover's body with white hot essence. Michael shuddered, back arching, as he felt it, the powerful spurt of wet heat, sliding over his sweet spot casting him into mind numbing pleasure, spilling his own seed over Petro's god-like body in long ropes of thick cum.

'Ahh yes, Petro!"

"Micheal, Oh God!"

Michael stilled, panting hard. "Petro…Petro…Eh? ahh!!" he cried out as Petro gripped his hips tightly, his cock spurting anew in the milking tightness of Michael's body. The handsome blue-haired knight gasped as he held his lover just so, his hips still moving, stroking out the last of his orgasm.

Petro released his hard grip, his fingers leaving darkening bruises on Michael's hips. The sated Methuselah fell forwards, laying his head on Petro's massive heaving chest, feeling Petro's cock twitching slightly within him.

It was a long time before anyone broke the silence, Michael sat up, aware that he should clean the sticky mess he had made. He sat up, flinching as Petro's soft cock slid out of him. Petro pulled him close again. "Where are you going?"
"To get cleaned up." Michael slid out of the bed and returned with a basin of water. Brother Petro sat up and watched him as the Blond splashed water over himself, wetting a cloth and handing it to his lover.
"So what now?" Petro asked, wiping himself. Michael dried his face and reached for his clothing. It was midmorning a with the faint light coming in from the window. "You are welcome to stay for however long you want Petro." Michael said turning around." Forever if you wish it."
The Vatican knight sighed, "You know that I can't stay Michael. I serve his holiness the Pope, I have to go back to the Vatican. It's where my destiny lies."

"How about I go with you?"

"What about the village? Who will protect it?"
Michael looked away. "There is always someone else."
"None as a Great of a warrior as you." Petro said.
"Even if it meant leaving the village," Michael let his selfishness take over. "Just as long as I could be by your side."

"Michael." Petro stood "Don't make a rash decision. Even if we could make it work somehow. I don't want you to be would always have to hide your nature around trained vampire hunters and that's not as easy it sounds. What if you get found out?"
Michael was silent. Petro held him for a moment.

There was a loud knock at the front door.

"Michael?" It was Gabriel's voice. "Michael are you awake? It's almost time for daily patrol."
The blond sighed and pulled away from Petro. "Duty calls; I'll have someone lend you some clothing until yours get washed. Meanwhile… just wait here."

Michael quickly got dressed and pulled on his armor and cloak, outside Gabriel and several of the guards stood, some mounted on horses.
Gabriel smiled. "Good morning Sunshine! I've brought your mount as well as breakfast." He held up a sack of meat-buns and a water bag of tea, the meat buns where baked golden and his stomach growled at the smell of the food. Michael took a moment to eat one of them before mounting his horse, his movements where stiff and he sat in the saddle a bit more gingerly then he was accustomed to. With his back to the rest of the group he wasn't aware how the village guards stared.
Gabriel furiously waved for the men to be silent; several of the guards muffled snickers or simply grinned broadly behind their helmets. Gabriel couldn't help but tease his leader with a thinly veiled jibe: "Brother Peter was victorious in subduing his opponent? Or did they just submit to his might?"

"Uhm, What?" Michael wasn't really paying attention; he was busy putting on his helmet and cloak.

"Never mind Michael. Will we patrolling the western fields today? We could go and see if we can salvage some metal scraps from the Raider's cave." The red haired man was grinning just was widely as they moved out beyond the Dome.
"That actually sounds like a good idea Gabe. The village could use another water tank or something."

...

Sometime in the afternoon, Abraham had brought Petro a change of clothing. A pair of drawstring pants and a long tunic, both where made of the softest cotton and had ties for an adjustable fit. It was very comfortable to lounge around in, but Petro had no intention of resting.

With David's blessings the Inquisitor set to work clearing out the burnt down henhouse and start rebuilding the ruined water tank. The day warmed as they progressed, they had to cut out the punctured metal parts and weld more metal plates together, which normally won't take more then a few hours, but the metal cutters and wielding materials where at the caves. A boy was send by horse back to retrieve them.
David watched the head Inquisitor sort though the metal plating chose this one or that, his men helping by either cutting or hammering. The working Vatican soldiers gathered a curious crowd, Little Mary walked up to him asking if he was going to repair the henhouse too. As the afternoon wore on, Michael and a few of his men came back baring cartfuls of scrap metal and other useful building material. Petro greeted him with a smile. "Just what I was waiting for. More metal."

The Knight grinned back. "I think we might have enough to make another windmill Brother Peter. Something to draw up the water into your new hot water tank?"
"How long would that take?" Petro looked over the scraps of metal plating torn from tanks and various other things. "A few days at most, but with your men helping it should take no more then two days." David responded
"Little Mary also demanded that we rebuild the henhouse too." Petro said, "Saying something about the chickens being homeless?"

Michael laughed. "Good for her. We'll rebuild that as well." He dismounted, watching the Inquisition squad empty the carts, spreading out the booty.

Michael helped lift out a magnificent oak desk." I think that I would give this to you David."

The village leader shook his head, "No, it's too great of gift Michael. You keep it, you need it more then I." Michael frowned in hesitation. "Thank you, perhaps, instead, we should build a house just for books? This desk would be perfect for a library."

"We need to get more books for a library Michael, but yes…I will consider it, you keep the desk for now."

Soon after Michael 'stole' Brother Petro for a quick ride across the valley, Gabriel watched the pair riding double as they disappeared behind the veil. "Again? Why do they do that? It's not as if the whole village knows about- OW!"

Abraham had whacked the young man over the head with his cane. "Be silent! Your wagging tongue will cause a lot of trouble if you're not careful. How much do the Vatican soldiers know?" Gabriel flinched rubbing his head. "About the same as Father Raziel…not a thing, but the women are starting to notice and some of the guards have already guessed. Michael was ridding lightly in the saddle this morning." Gabe hid his smile. "It looked like he was 'impaled' by a vampire hunter. " The old man rolled his eyes, "You've got a twisted sense of humor Gabriel. I am going to have David send word to keep this from the Vatican soldiers. Goodness knows will happen to Brother Peter if his superiors in Rome found out."
"His men won't betray him. They love him as leader and captain. But to be on the safe side…I'll inform the village guards to keep the inquisition men away or distracted."

The sky above was filled with stars of another clear night. Michael and Petro rode far enough from the village to be alone; Petro buried his face in Michael's golden hair. He loved his scent, the smell of green grass and fresh wind combined with his own warm masculine scent.
"I told the patrols not to come this way, so we shouldn't be bothered by anyone out here." Michael said, grinning as he felt Petro's hands sliding under his cloak. The warm hands caressing him, exploring.
"Good," the Inquisitor said. "Because I have missed you all day. "to elaborate, he gently bit at the Methuselah's ear. Michael gasped, letting the reins fall from his hands as the Vatican knight kissed and sucked on an earlobe, he tilted his head more, allowing him access, he moaned when he felt Petro's teeth scrape his neck. "Petro…" he stopped the horse." Here…." They dismounted and fell into the long grass passionately kissing.

The thin sliver of the moon shed its faint light on the lovers below. Petro let out a satisfied groan as he withdrew from Michael collapsing into the soft grass. Several bite wounds on his body throbbed from the attention. The Methuselah had drawn out all his tricks and techniques that made Petro scream in pure ecstasy again and again. 'My God, how many times already?' Petro thought as his scrambled mind fought to process past the pleasurable after glow of their intense love making.

Michael pulled his cloak around them to keep off the chill. He was panting heavily, "I…I have….had enough….Petro…" he said breathlessly. "Oh God Petro….using my own gift against me like that." He chuckled. "I can see how one could get addicted to it." Petro grinned and lay beside him looking up at the stars; he was perfectly satisfied, grateful that they got out of the village. His throat was horse from screaming, his body utterly languid and pretty sure that he won't be able to cum again for at least another few days.

"We should be getting back soon." Michael said after a few more minutes of rest. They pulled on their clothing and reluctantly rode back to the village, wishing that the night didn't have to end so soon.

Their days where spent together, "Glued at the hip" as Abraham often mentioned. Michael and Petro working on repairing the hot water tank and building a new kind of Windmill that drew water from the underground river the new water tank was fashioned not to over flow, but to let the excess water drain back into the well. At the same time keeping the hot water tank full and not having cold water poured in when it was full. It was a tricky design but Father 'Raziel' worked it out for them.

When Michael left to do his daily patrols Petro would often halt the work to visit with Abraham's family. He took to teaching some training moves to little Mary and soon had his own group of young students eager to lean how to fight with a staff.

"The village is growing on you Petro. I was questioned by one of the women what angel's name would be most suitable for you." Michael said one night as they lay in each other arms in the house, it was too cold to go to the fields that night and despite Petro's misgivings, he was able to satisfy his lover.
"I won't require an Angel's name…."
"I know, I just wanted to let you know how happy the villagers would be if you decided to stay."
"Who would be the most happiest? You or the other villagers?" Petro asked, pulling him closer, Michael savored the feel of the Vatican Knight's strong powerful arms around him.

"I would."

Thus how they spent their nights, as all new lovers would. They where careful to keep their intimate embrace and gazes out of sight of anyone else. Petro was often reckless and would often snatch a quick kiss or a grope when ever no-one was looking. This caused Michael to glare warningly at him, sometimes blushing when they where close to being caught. It excited the brash Inquisitor to play this dangerous game. Michael only thought it extremely annoying.

They where nearly caught when Petro decided that they should have a make-out session in the stables. Muffling Michael's protests with savages kisses while stroking the man through his pants. The vampire struggled to keep Petro's hands off, his heart pounding in his chest from the fear of getting caught. Petro was panting from the excitement but abruptly pulled back when he heard footsteps coming, Michael dropped out of sight behind the low wall separating each stall. Luckily it was only Gabriel, "Yes what is it?"
"Have you seen Michael around Brother Peter?"
"He said that he was heading back to the house, he forgot something." Petro lied easily; the low wall of the stall hiding his erection from the unexpected intruder. From behind the wall Michael grinned, reaching to free the Inquisitor's hard-on from his pants.
Gabriel, totally unaware of what going on, continued. "Hm, if you see him, tell him that Terry wishes to speak to him. He's asking when he could start his training as one of the village guards."
"Yes, I will make sure that-that- "Petro's eyes widened, his words coming to a stuttering halt, one hand gripping the top of the wall tightly. Gabriel frowned. Petro coughed, cleared his throat and continued, his face reddening. "I will make sure he gets the message." The last word was nearly growled. The perplexed Guard raised an eyebrow, where they having some kind of lover's quarrel?

"Thank you Peter." Gabriel left, casting one more puzzled glace over his shoulder.

Petro's slumped, gritting his teeth as Michael pulled his hard cock from his mouth. "Is he gone already?" he asked innocently as he gave the hard cock a slow leisurely lick. "Pity."
"Michael." Petro snarled. "What are you doing?" His face was flushed from not only the service but also from surprise that Michael would try something so reckless in another person's presence. The Inquisitor had to admit it was extremely arousing.
Michael stood up, "I'd better go see Terry. I will start his training after the wedding."
Petro sighed, sexually frustrated that the Methuselah had decided to stop. Michael smirked at him knowingly. "But we shouldn't do this again; do you want to be caught?"
Petro frowned, his face still hotly flushed. The vampire grinned and leaned forwards to kiss him, the blue haired man turned his face away. "When Terry plans on getting married?" he asked, punishing Michael by avoiding his kiss.
"I don't know." Michael stepped back unfazed. "It would be pretty soon, I'll have to ask him."

To be continued.

A/N: It's a little embarrassing to write such smut, *blushblush* but I hope its ok. This is my second last chapter and I must take this time to answer a Question that was asked of me by one of my readers:

Gravitationalpull wrote: "Enjoyed it. Loved the mind-link Petro and Michael share. Did the link form when they first originally met or was it created after Petro forgave Michael? I'm thinking when they first met. Let me know if I'm wrong. In the meantime, keep up the good work."

My Answer: The bound was formed during that first 'meeting' when Michael gave Petro his first real sexual experience. When our handsome Inquisitor abstained from any other sexual contact (Even with himself.) that bound lingered, causing the nightmares Brother Petro kept having for years after. The bound between them was renewed by Michael's healing kiss (in "Knight's Virtue") Each bite Petro takes just intensifies the link, I will explain it a bit more in the next chapter.

My next chapter won't be for some time, If you have any questions please don't' be shy, I will answer them in my Authors notes in my next chapter.

Translation notes: (Latin)

mei Deus =My god.

ita angustus = It's tight