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My shift officially ended when Thomas stepped in the door, setting off the chime of the bell attached at the top. I sighed in relief, waving as he headed to the back behind the counter. “Just gimme like five minutes, I have to pee real bad.” He sped to the bathroom, his curly brown hair bobbing in the process. I left my apron on, my body ready to sit. A group of band members were setting up on the small stage against the back of the room, where they would play tonight starting at 7. Most of the bands the café hired were unknown local groups, just trying to advertize. This group was no different: some late-teens early-twenties males in ripped jeans and strange wordart-ridden T-shirts. Just like every other band that played here.

I stopped and sniffed the air, breathing in the hint of iron and the distinct scent of vampire wafting in. Just then a tall, brown-haired, blue-eyed, and pale-faced male stepped through the chiming door. The whole time those eyes were fixed on Alexandre, who looked around as though he heard something. I smiled to myself. Well well well, it seems Alexandre has a mate as well. How interesting. As I served another customer, I overheard the vampire boldly flirting with the usually-outgoing Alexandre, who now batted his eyelashes and blushed like a schoolgirl. When Alexandre was told of supernaturals, I would also reveal myself. He is a good friend and one of the rare few my own physical age that I bonded well with.

Thomas came back out of the lavatory and I handed over my green apron. He slipped it on and spoke to me about his schoolwork- how tedious and lengthy his homework is, how he might need some help with mathematics. He knows I did some teaching for a long while (though he does not know it was almost 15 years ago). By the time we set a date and time at the library, the vampire had left and Alexandre was a sighing, blushing mess behind the register. I pulled out the trash from the two bins and replaced the bags, patting a lovestruck Alexandre on the back before heading out the door. “Are you feeling well?” I asked with dramatic concern.

His eyes shifted like he had come out of a trance. “I have a date tonight,” he mumbled, a smile creeping onto his face.

I smiled back and ruffled his hair. “Wonderful. Have a good time. Be careful, though. Stay in populated areas.” I waved as I walked out the door with the two bags of trash around to the back of the café where the massive green trashbin rested against the brick wall of the alley.

Suddenly I was shoved against the hard metal material, most likely forming a bruise across my chest. Cold hands forced my wrists behind my back and an equally cold body pressed me into the bin. “You seem pretty friendly with the people around here,” the same voice from the café growled roughly into my ear, before he flipped me around to face him, though his grip never loosened. Those blue eyes were darkened with dislike.

“What are you doing?” I forced out without thinking, still shocked at the encounter.

He shrugged like we were conversing normally. “Just saying hello. And claiming what’s mine. Like that kid in there? He’s mine. You guys looked a little too close for me.”

My chest truly began to ache in sharp pain. My survival instincts acted for me, and I kicked the male before me in his very male body parts. He fell back and suppressed a yell, gripping at himself and squeezing his piercing eyes shut. Then before I even really assessed the situation or could turn and run, he rose and struck me across the face with a hardened fist. My cheek burned, my jaw felt dislocated, and my arm was now scraped from the rough fall against the concrete. A moment and developing-headache later, he gripped me by my throat with one hand and hefted me up the wall. My feet dangled just above the ground and I felt my windpipe beginning to crush even more than it already was from my fight with a werewolf. Had I needed to breathe, I would most definitely be dead by now. He must be a newborn, I thought as I struggled in the air.

“Promise to leave him alone?” he asked in a calm voice and a glare full of fury, ignoring my hands pulling at his tightening fingers. “Then maybe I won’t have to kill you. Even though you’re a vampire I’m sure your blood would satisfy me for a day or two.” He leaned up to sniff my neck threateningly.

I pushed desperately at his face, to no avail. He only smirked at my attempts, licking my hand and piercing one of my fingers in a cruel tease. The wound seeped out thick, congealed blood onto the tip of his waiting tongue. I struggled to kick him, but he pushed himself close to trap my legs. “I have a significant other,” I managed under his squeezing fingers, trying to yank his hands away from my throat.

“Oh really?” He feigned sincere interest, tilting his head in wonder. “And who would that be?”

I heard familiar pounding footsteps standing out from the mashing of shoes against the sidewalk that sent a relief-filled shudder through my spine. “Allow me to introduce him,” I whispered.

A moment later a figure barreled into the vampire, sending him flying through the air and me sailing into the bin. Ugh, that will leave a bruise on my skull. Growling and hissing reached my ears in my haze of pain. I forced myself up to a standing position and stumbled over to where Ivan was mercilessly beating the life out of the undead man beneath him. “Ivan!” He did not respond. Though I could not see his face, the intense and ear-splitting growls were enough to paint an accurate picture. I began to feel sorry for the vampire, now lashing out whenever he could and remaining trapped on the ground. “Ivan, stop! You will kill him!”

He continued on. The vampire’s nose had broken and blood poured out like a glistening waterfall. I ran as best I could to them on my shaking legs and pulled on the arm raised to strike again. “Ivan! Please!”

My raspy voice somehow stayed his hand. He breathed heavily over the motionless male who had learned quickly to be still. Ivan seemed to calm down enough to turn to me- but when he saw my face, which must have bruised already, his eyes filled again with anger. He gripped my face in one hand, a thumb tracing over my stinging cheek, while the other hand fisted into the fabric of the vampire’s shirt. Though I knew he was my mate, any furious wolfman this close to me and with a hand on my face would terrify me. “Ivan, you are scaring me,” I whispered, feeling my throat ache with every word I uttered.

He closed his eyes and breathed deeply through his nose. I leaned down and took his other hand, glancing at the young vampire bleeding on the pavement and staring at me under puffy eyelids. “Just take me to Hamir’s house, alright? I am safe, thanks to you. I am fine, see?” He opened his much calmer eyes and slowed his breathing, staring only at me.

After a minute longer he stood, with a glare down at the near-dead vampire. “Get lost and don’t come back,” he growled, his hand wrapping protectively around my waist as he pushed me behind him. The vampire kept his mouth closed, and it seemed to please Ivan, who led me away from the alley and to his car parked on the side of the road. He opened my door for me a little roughly, looking deep in thought and rather preoccupied.

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat when he got in and held the steering wheel tightly. “Are you alright, love?” I whispered, clearing my throat when it scratched horribly.

He looked at me with sad brown puppy eyes that roamed over my skin. A finger reached out to touch my bruising neck. He just shook his head and started the car, slowly pulling out into the road. We arrived in silence at my old abode, where we sat for a moment in the seats. I leaned over the center console and pecked his cheek comfortingly while running some fingers into his hair. “I’ll expect you in a few hours.” I smiled the warmest smile I could muster, ignoring my burning cheek and constricting throat. He smiled sadly back, and I could tell that this was a face that would be used often to get something he wanted.

“Vincent?”

“Yes?” I looked at him inquisitively.

He shook his head. “Nothing. I just don’t say your name enough.”

I exited the car and watched him go before walking into the house, feeling at my throat and hissing when I touched a bruise. Jacob stepped in view from the kitchen with a bottle of blood in his hand. His eyes widened when he saw my face and he rushed over to inspect me closely. “What happened to you? Are you ok?” His mothering instinct kicked in. He set his drink down and held my head in both hands, tilting it to look at the bruises on my neck. “I’m gonna beat the crap outta whoever did this.”

I shook my head- well, as best I could while it was trapped between his hands. “Ivan has already done so. And the male was either a newborn or a natural-born youngling. You might have had a tough time with him, since you are not that aged.”

He rolled his eyes and went back into the kitchen to retrieve an icepack. “Your pupil’s at the table,” he called back. I sighed and prepared myself for tutoring. When I entered the dining room, a tall, thin black girl sat with her head in her hand, staring down into a math book. Her extremely curly brown hair was spread out in all directions in what I believe is called an “afro”.

She glanced up at me with a bored gaze, then back down to her book with a sigh. “Hey, genius. Thanks for helping me out.”

I sat down wearily in the chair beside her and rubbed at my temples. “It is my pleasure, Anya,” I joked. She smiled humourlessly and sighed again, and we got to work.

Two hours later, we had completed her math lessons and were nearly done with government when the front door opened and I smelled the familiar and intoxicating scent of my mate. “Vincent?”

“Here,” I called out. He made his way to us in the dining room, leaning against the archway. Anya barely spared him a glance before going back to answering a question about the Senate. Ivan sent me a questioning look. “Ivan, this is Anya, my neigbour. Anya, this is my… boyfriend? Ivan. He is also a supernatural.”

She glanced him over again and went back to her work. “Let me guess. The Tooth Fairy? Or a nymph?”

Ivan seethed from his position in the doorway. At this point I just felt bad for him. His day was going pretty roughly so far. “I’m a werewolf,” he muttered, glaring at her. She just shrugged while she continued writing.

“Ivan, be nice.” I looked at him pointedly.

Anya placed a comforting hand over mine, though her gaze still seemed either bored or very tired. “Honey, I’m just gonna tell you now that your authority probably won’t last for too long. No offense, but you’re definitely the bottom in this relationship.” Her voice dripped with facetiousness.

Ivan outright growled at her, though it looked to have little effect. “You’re just gonna let her talk to you like that?” he asked like I was a madman. “It’s fucking rude and disrespectful, and you’re the one helping her out-“

“Ivan.” There was no reason to speak these things here. Who’s being rude now? “That is enough. Anya, will you be able to get home now?”

She packed her books and looked up at me, now serious and engaged. “Yeah. He should be out at the gym right now.” Swinging her bag over her shoulder, she stood and pushed her chair in. She was almost taller than me. She left without a glance in Ivan’s direction, and he huffed and stared in the other direction. “Are you ready to go?” I asked.

He grunted unhappily, but a quick kiss lightened his mood significantly. “Come, I am tired and want to be alone with you.” Immediately he rushed us out the door, just barely giving me time to shout a farewell to Jacob, and shoved me as gently as possible into the car. The earlier frown had been replaced by a broad, white-toothed grin. “I bought you a gift as well,” he said excitedly as he started the car. “You like gardening, right? So for our new house just to start, I bought you a tiny window garden. It’s all set up outside the front window, bought some seeds to go with it too. But I didn’t know what kind you wanted, so I bought probably about a million. Either way, you could plant the rest in the yard if you wanted.” On and on he rambled about gardening, and I’m fairly certain he has no interest in it other than because I do. It is uncertain how many laws we broke, or how many speeding tickets he should have received during the ten-minute drive (that used to be nearly 20 minutes). He again opened my door for me, causing me to chuckle at his eagerness and the mischievous gleam in his eye.

“What would you like for dinner?” I asked once we had shut the front door behind us. I maneuvered through the piles and piles of boxes still sitting unpacked in the living room, full of our belongings. At least 70% were full of my books, though. Hopefully I would get them organized instead of just have them in stacks around the room, like I had in my old bedroom.

He hugged me from behind, wrapping his warm arms around my stomach and chest. “You,” he growled, nuzzling my ear. Luckily I had replaced my patches the hour before at Hamir’s house. “Hm, you smell great.” He buried his nose into my hair and inhaled deeply.

This habit will forever confuse me. “Do you know any Russian? Had you been taught in the home when you were younger?” Most families such as his often did this. I was only curious.

He hummed in affirmation. “A little. I haven’t really spoken it to anyone but my family, and there was an exchange student we had a couple of years ago.”

I nodded and led us to the kitchen, shuffling with him in tow. “Could you teach me some phrases?” I reached up for two wine glasses and then the bottom cupboard for one of the four bottles of red wine he had brought with him during the move. “I doubt I will ever visit the country, but it is always good to know a little. Just in case.”

“Can you drink?” His voice was low and worried over my shoulder.

I nodded as I poured the wine. “I do not get drunk easily, though. Alcohol is absorbed so slowly that it takes a tremendously unhealthy amount to intoxicate me. It would most likely kill me.” I handed him a cup and turned to face him, our noses brushing and lips too close to be friendly. “Tell me how to say… ‘Thank you for saving me from rude vampires today’?” His eyes stayed on my moving lips, his nose leaning down to nuzzle them.

He laughed heartily, deep from the gut with a smile full of bright white teeth. “Too long. You’ll never remember it.” He frowned a moment. “And he was a lot worse than rude…” His eyes flickered to the dark purple bruise overtaking my whole cheek, then down to the finger-shaped green spots around my neck. “But ‘Thank you’ is ‘Спасибо’. Pronounced something like ‘Sprasiba’.”

“Спасибо,” I murmured quietly, mulling over the strange feeling of the new word. He smiled at my probably very incorrect pronunciation and I blushed, feeling rather silly. “Well, I mean it in any language.” I took another sip of my drink and he did the same. “Tell me something else.”

A throaty hum erupted from his person as he thought over what to teach me. A hand crept up under my shirt, soothingly rubbing slow circles over my side. “ты красивый i ты восхитителен.”

I did my best to repeat after him, slowly but hopefully accurately. He smirked and suddenly I’d wondered what it was I said. “Ivan…” I glared at him playfully. “Was it a vulgar phrase?”

He shrugged and kissed my nose. “You told me I’m hot and awesome.”

“I would have said it in English as well.” It was his turn to blush and smirk proudly, his chest puffing out as I’ve seen him do often. I contemplated whether or not to say my next sentence. Is it too… bold? Too soon?

“What is it?” His brow furrowed after he took another sip of wine.

I decided that Ivan was so happy with me that if it was a mistake to ask, he would forgive me in a heartbeat. “How do I say, ‘I am ready to bear your children’?”

His breath caught in his throat and I sensed his heartbeat speed up. Dark eyes glazed over with lust and hot breath fanned over my face. “That was so hot,” he whispered. He set our glasses down and pushed himself as close to me as possible, pressing me against the countertop. “You sure you’re ready? I’m definitely ready.”

I curled my arms around his neck as he lifted me off the ground by my thighs. “I have been ready for a child ever since I lost one.” I held back the sad memories threatening to fill my head. Instead I pressed soft kisses to his forehead, his cheeks, his lips, his jaw, and he carried me up the stairs to the bedroom. “Hamir has told me that it is difficult for a vampire to become pregnant, anyways,” I explained as we walked down the hallway. “I may not be able to give you what you deserve…”

He set me down on the edge of the bed, separating my legs with his body, and removed my shirt while remaining in as much contact with me as possible. Then came his own shirt, and our trousers and boxers after shoes and socks. I paled a little when I viewed his daunting manhood, wondering if I could ever hold it completely. His thin, blocky fingers searched my body, starting gently up at my neck where he placed warm fluffy kisses, spreading down my spine and over my chest, pushing me back onto the bed. I reciprocated as best I could when his kisses travelled further and further downward, until I involuntarily giggled at the sensation against my stomach. “Ivan!” I struggled under his tickling tongue and smirking lips. “Please! Please, it hurts!”

He supported himself over my face again with a smile. “There, no more frowning. And I won’t love you any less if we have trouble having kids.” He kissed me deeply and reached to the nightstand, in the drawer of which was a small plastic bottle. I was slightly confused and he seemed to realize it. “It makes it hurt less,” he explained cautiously. “It’s a lubricant. Haven’t you used it before?”

I shook my head, a little skeptical about this lubricant. “We used water or oil, if available. But for the most part I was not given any lubricant.”

He shuddered at the thought. “Well this’ll hurt a lot less than before, I guess.” He poured a generous amount on his fingers and spread it evenly over one hand. “How long has it been since you last…” He left the sentence unfinished, obviously a little angry that he even had to ask.

I tried to calculate it. “At least 30 years, I think,” I replied with a blush.

He kissed me reassuringly. “Don’t worry. I got you.” His head dipped down to tentatively lick my left nipple. I gasped at the shot of pleasure that jolted through my chest and to my groin, moaning in a way I had not for a long time. The sensation was so pleasant that I barely noticed a slippery finger slide up through me. He growled when I released a mewling sound, arching into his hold, shivering under his tongue. My hands instinctively ran through his hair and my legs clasped behind his back, pulling him closer. Another finger pushed deep into me when he switched to my right nipple. There was no way I could contain the noises flowing involuntarily from my mouth. I tensed as a third finger entered, feeling the uncomfortable stretch even with the attention to my chest. “You’re perfect,” he whispered while he kissed the scars and bruises of my neck. In the dark I could see nothing but his silhouette, but he had no problem viewing me with his animal eyes. They glowed a slight honey-gold in the black. He pulled back for a moment to rub some of the lubricant on his member and to look me up and down. I felt rather exposed and attempted to pull my legs together, but he leaned back in between them to kiss me again, clasping one of my hands with his. “You don’t have to be embarrassed,” he said between kisses, growling when I whimpered as he began to enter me.

“This is a lot more painful than I recall,” I groaned. He was slowly pushing deeper and I did my best to relax, but the pain filling me was greatly distracting. My nails probably broke the skin of his back as I tried not to scream. After a moment he was completely inside me, panting and sniffing along my neck. The heat was becoming a little unbearable, slowly building in my stomach with every second. He kissed away the few salty tears that stuck to my lashes and let out a high whine. We lay like this for a few minutes, him hovering over me and shifting ever-so-slightly, until finally the pain subsided. His first thrust- painful as the day I was changed to a vampire. His second- not too painful. His third- I actually began feeling pleasure. After that, every slow thrust caused me to release a moan in unison with his, heated breaths mixing with my cold ones.

“Vincent…” He growled out my name, blowing my hair away from my face.

“Ah… Um…” I could barely respond through the hazy pleasure of both his deep and deeper thrusts into me and his skillfull fingers at my nipple, pulling and twisting and squeezing. “Yes… Ivan?”

He pressed burning open-mouthed kisses to my bruised neck, trailing to my shoulder. Another series of moans was forced out of me when his hand strayed down to my member and tugged in time with his pounding. “Nothing. I just…” Again a deep inhale against my skin. “…don’t say your name enough.”

His fingers against my sensitive flesh formed goosebumps and caused immense pleasure that I hadn’t remembered from previous fornication- or at all, for that matter. “Ivan! I am about to… I am…”

“Me too…”

And seconds later Ivan and I shared a convulsive shudder and a spurt of fiery-hot warmth forced its way into the canals of my body. At the same time my groin seized and my own stream of white shot out onto my stomach, soon onto his as he pressed close to me. His fangs elongated and did not hesitate to pierce the soft flesh of my forearm as I released my load, groaning at the taste of my blood. I didn’t even feel anything but the intensity of my release and of his within me. He forced himself slowly to stop sucking after a moment, though his teeth remained in my skin for a few moments after. By this time I was panting with exhaustion and was on the descent from the peak of our conjoined pleasure, and he joined me when he slid his teeth out from my arm to lap lightly at the wound. My hand absently caressed his face, fingers twisting in his hair while I recovered.

“Mmm, you taste so good.” He just murmured meaningless words into my ear, lulling me into a sleepy daze until he pulled out, making me cringe slightly at the dim ache forming. He lifted me gently off the bed and carried me into the bathroom where he set me in the tub. “You’re so perfect. Filling you with my seed, knowing only I can make you experience this pleasure…” He supported my head to claim my mouth with his tongue while the room-temperature water ran over my skin. “You’re beautiful. I freaking love you. You smell amazing.” All meaningless, but meaning everything to me in those moments. He climbed into the tub with me, holding me close to his chest in the rising water. I was almost asleep while he dumped some soap into the water and rubbed it against the sore muscles of my lower back. Before I fell asleep, I leaned back and pressed a tired kiss to what I thought were his lips- maybe his cheek, I’m not sure. He in turn supported my weight and pecked feathery kisses to the back of my neck, continuing his soft whispers into my hair.