The three of us are on the floor of the cavern, and yet I can feel the demon of war – it is much closer then that. Our minds have connected, and I can feel the burning of his flesh smoldering within me. Gankutsuou's hand, in Edmond's body, is on my ankle, and it takes me a long moment to realize what has happened.

Jadea is gone, and the Cavern Kind and his host, my lover, they are both laying, panting near me. The war demon sleeps within me.

"What have you done?" Edmond's voice asks, though he does not speak to me.

"His compassion…" the demon rasps, still through Edmond's mouth, "don't you see….that's what it needed. He is willing to die to stop the fighting….He always was…that is what it needs. He can heal him, as you are healing me."

Edmond looks dumbfounded, and starved, as if he cannot rise.

My body is aching and bruised, but I pull myself to them, brushing my fingers through their hair, not caring if I am touching Edmond or the Gankutsuou. "You're dying." I realize this with a wave of fear.

The demon, not Edmond, raises his hand up to touch my cheek. He hovers there for a moment, taking in the feel of my skin, and finally answers, "Just me."

"Is there nothing we can do?"

The demon chuckles, but looks as if he might faint.

"He needs to feed." Edmond informs me, simply. "We need to feed."

I understand the intention behind his words and I nod. "Then do so."

There is no hesitation, no struggle or qualm of morality as one might expect. They accept what I offer with the urgency of a starving animal. With the invitation Edmond and the demon grab me, roughly, but carefully, and fangs sink into my flesh at the base of my neck.

It is, at first, an awful sensation, like being stabbed with enormous needles. I cry out, and wrap my arms around them, either to hold them for comfort or shove them off – I am not sure which.

A hand braces the back of my head, caressing my hair tenderly, and they hum gently, encouraging me to relax.

The tattered material of his pants, and the thick broad muscles therein brush against my most sensitive parts in their grip. Pleasure warms me, intensified by the anguish at my neck. At my whimper the demon rumbles with glee, pulls me tightly against their body, and begins to apply pressure with decided intent, angling their hips into a long slow grind.

They take gratification and strength in me, and grind against me with the soul intent of bringing similar sensations, unselfishly seeking the small mewls and groans I can't hold back.

I grow hard against them; feel the thrill of their erection behind their pants, and my mind soars with a high as my blood rushes to two very different locations. The drain from my neck eases, and is replaced by tiny nips and kisses. The tight embrace eases and hands travel down and explore my body for several minutes.

Soon after their feeding is done they seem stronger, and (though I am not) they make quick work of my clothing. Their glorious, warm, silk mouth wraps around one of my balls and they suck. A powerful jolt propels a cry from my mouth, followed by a moan I barely recognize as they then slid their tongue around the pert head of my penis. I can do little more than accept the administrations with a tired but avid excitement.

For a moment my mind frets about where we are, and I wonder if this is disrespectful to this space, or Jadea, and yet somehow an act of love seems most honorable in the awful wake of all this pain. I give in to what I want…Besides, there is something incredibly kinky in the thought that the same mouth was coated in my blood moments ago…though I would never have supposed such a thing before. Perhaps that is the demon within me…or perhaps I am learning something new about myself.

The finger at my entrance forces my mind to return to the man between my legs. He has managed to push his pants lower, though I'm not entirely sure when since he was sucking, licking, and essentially driving me crazy this whole time.

Pebbles at my back pinch and scratch my back, but they are easy to ignore as a hand replaces his mouth in administering rhythmic pulses to my penis, and his own throbbing member is pushed deep into my wet and ready puckered flesh.

We buck and pulse, writhe and murmur to each other. When we come, it is very close together, and followed by a deep and passionate kiss. My dazed mind wonders, briefly, if it has all been a dream.

When they pull back, both entities brush their lips over mine, and I am struck dumb by how much I can love…the two beings…looking back at me. I don't really know when it happened…perhaps now I understand – they are only sort of different people now, as I am only sort of separate from the creature within me.

They kiss me, both of them, and ecstasy races through my body. Yet, I have taken something of a beating, and the sensation is my last shred of consciousness before I fall asleep in the arms of my demon man.

0-0-0-0

I dream. I dream of the thing inside of me. It is already soothed, not healed completely, but softer then it was…more human. The burning on its flesh has become a terrible scar, and its joints have popped back into place, though it shudders with the pain of it. Its hands appear covered in red liquid, and a fire burns in its eyes.

It shakes, as if always on the edge of control, a living armory of dominance and murder.

"Your name?" It demands more then it asks.

"Albert."

"We are one now." It notes, looking me over with inquisition in its body language. We are standing in a tomb, I think, or perhaps a memorial wall has encased us. The names of solders are etched into it, alternately blinking as light scrolls over them.

More names are adding to the walls as each moment passes.

"You…changed me."

"I think Gankutsou did, actually." I mumble, finding that my legs will not move and I can neither walk nor sit.

There is a strange look to this air, as if it is about to become fog.

"No, he just let me in…something about you has changed me….a little. I fell, and I feel – both less, and more."

The demon looks at his hands in great curiosity, and runs a long awful tongue down them. His eyes find me again, sees that I am disgusted, and grins. "I have had many names, in many cultures. You may call me Blitzkrieg. You have done me a service, and I think you will again. I will come, if you call. But, if you call, I cannot promise to do more then my nature entails."

I nod, somehow I understand it all. "And, if you have need of me, I will come to you as well, Blitzkrieg."

He looks startled, but grins.

0-0-0-0

The dream ends, and I wake. I am in Edmond's bed, and my lover lying beside me. He is propped up on a set of pillows, reading a book. I cannot see any sign of Gankutsuou on his person, yet a newfound awareness assures me that he is there.

Edmond, with his milk chocolate skin and dashing set of eyes flashes a grin at me, and I feel weak, though not now from genuine weakness. In fact my body feels entirely refreshed.

He is upon me in moments, kissing my cheeks, neck, and lips. He lingers longest on the last, his soft pliable flesh tracing the outline of my own pink panting mouth.

I grin. There is time enough for explanations later. Jadea is gone, and I sense that in some way Edmond and I will take her place. I know, there has been a purpose in all this, and somewhere a god of death is please. These things, I can inexplicably feel. I know we will live as long together, and that this is not the end. There is much more healing to do.

But, having no wish to discuss these points now, nor how he managed to bring me all the way to his home, I edge closer to Edmond, encouraging his kisses with my own. I am feeling, much -much stronger, as if I could bend steal, but instead I gently play a hand under his shirt and over a set of nipples as I straddle him.

He has left me shirtless, in only a pair of clean slacks, and his hand traces up my naked back to feel my sides and spine. A sharp intake of breath passes his lips as his flesh touches mine, and we make love, again and again.

-the end-

Thank you all so much for reading. I had a lot of fun playing with the story and characters, and bringing in my own imagination. I hope you all enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it….maybe someday I'll go back and fix all the typos, but at this moment I am just pleased to have finished it.

Thanks again for all your encouragement and reviews, and have a wonderful day!