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*Sob* Waaah! So unloved! But that's okay! This was made for a friend of mine! We did a story exchange. She wrote an amazing RussiaXPrussia fic for me and I'm writing her this SuFin fic! Only differance is mine is taking a lot longer! (Cuz I'm so OCD like that! Or just lazy...oh well!) Onto the disclaimer and other blah stuff!
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the idea! Don't steal it or I will find you...and it will not be pretty...kolkolkol...
Warning: This fanfic will contain violence, blood, perhaps a lemon or two (Tee hee!), and alot of yaoi! Don't like it then GTFO~! Kthxbye! ^_^
Chapter One: How Did I Get Myself Into This?
"Nnn…" Tino mumbled incoherently as he awoke from his slumber. He winced as a hammer began pounding gleefully on his poor brain.
"Ugh…"The Finnish man groaned, reaching up to rub his aching head. His bare arm collided with an even warmer arm that was draped around him. Tino froze. His impaired mind slowly clicked into gear and he truly became aware of his surroundings.
First off, he was naked, completely, and totally naked.
Secondly, a pair of very warm, muscular arms cradled him against a large, also naked chest. Tino's head snapped up and he found himself staring into the peaceful face of the infamous Berwald Oxenstierna. The giant-like Swede shifted in his sleep, his arms tightening around Tino possessively.
Thirdly, besides the pounding in his head, certain parts of his body ached painfully though it was mostly in his lower extremities. The one of the sharper pains was in his neck. Carefully maneuvering his arm, Tino's fingers trailed down his neck until they found the epicenter. His fingertips came into contact with a bite mark. Memories of the night before flooded into this head.
Tino flushed in embarrassment as he recalled the events. All that drinking… no wonder he had a headache! He tried to remember what happened after he stormed out of the bar. His memory wasn't that good since every scene that played in his head was fuzzy. Tino remembered stumbling into the alley, turning to yell in a drunken rage at whoever was following him, and then….
Tino's face soon resembled a ripe tomato. He didn't…he couldn't have…he would never…alas…he did. The person following him had been Berwald. Tino had screamed at the Swedish man, calling him every horrible name and word in the book. That was quite a feat when Tino was usually scared out of his mind being around the giant of a Swede. Then, when he had stopped to catch his breath, Berwald had kissed him. And Tino kissed back. The rest of the night slammed down on Tino's mind like a ton of bricks.
He had slept with Berwald and Berwald had marked him. Tino scrambled out of bed, somehow not disturbing Berwald, and dashed to the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. He caught sight of his reflection in the mirror and winced. His body was laced with bruises and bite marks while his lips were a bit swollen. Tino stepped closer to the mirror and examined his neck. Sure enough, the fang marks were there. He touched it again, eyes widening. Tino knew the consequences of this mark, what it meant for him. He was Berwald's human now and Berwald was his vampiric master.
"PERKELE!" The Finn cried, burying his face in his hands. This was Suddenly there was a knock at the bathroom door.
"Nick?" Tino shivered, the deep, still sleep filled voice send shocks up and down his spine. "Y'll right? C'n I…?" Tino gasped and cut him off.
" I'm f..fine. Please…don't…!" Too late. Berwald now stood in the threshold of the bathroom, filling it completely with his tallness. Tino flayed his arms, trying to hide his battered body and trying not to gaze at Berwald's nakedness. God, he was beautiful with those muscles that Tino longed to touch. Tino shook his head to clear his thoughts.
"D..don't look at me….please…" Tino begged, turning away from the vampire. Berwald's face suddenly softened and he stepped forward.
"Nick…"He reached out for him, slowly, hesitantly. Berwald's hand grazed one of Tino's arms, touching a bite mark. Tino let out a surprised gasp, suddenly overtaken by a burning desire for the other man. He blushed and he tried to regain self control of his body, retreating farther away from the bigger man.
"C'm' h'r', Nick. Pl's'?" Berwald opened his arms. Tino obeyed instantly, turning and settling in Berwald's embrace. He gritted his teeth, cursing his lack of control, and buried his face in Berwald's chest.
"L'k 't m'." Tino forced his head up and was taken by surprise as Berwald kissed him. The kiss wasn't lustful like the ones they had shared last night. This one was sweet and it almost seemed like Berwald's lips were trying to convey an apology. Berwald pulled away, ice eyes full of sadness. "'M s'rry, Nick." He held him close, bury his face in the small Finn's hair. "D'dn't m'n t' h'rt y'." He was apologizing.
Suddenly Berwald seemed no more than fragile doll in Tino's tiny arms. Tino could feel the waves of fear and sorrow rolling off the Swede. "D'n't b' 'ngry, please." The last word was not marred by Berwald's accent. He was so unsure, so afraid, and Tino felt a hand clawing at his heart. He didn't want Berwald to feel like this.
"Su-san…" Tino whispered softly. Berwald looked at him, surprised to hear his cute nickname dancing off of Tino's tongue. Tino reached up, his hand going around Berwald's neck. Their lip collided as Tino pulled his face to his. Berwald's eyes were wide and a small blush colored his own cheeks as they finally came apart for air. Tino smiled at him and caressed his cheek, thinking of how adorable Berwald looked.
"Don't be sad, Su-san. I'm not in any pain." Tino gazed up into his eyes. "Please don't be sad, Berwald." A small smile, much like the one Tino had seen just a few minutes before, appeared on Berwald's face. He bent down, his face inches from Tino's. Tino's breathing hitched and his heart thudded in his chest.
"I l've y', N'ck." Berwald captured Tino's lips in a passionate kiss. Tino kissed back, moaning as Berwald dragged their naked bodies together.
"I…love you…too, Berwald." Tino moaned as Berwald began kissing his cheek and slowly trailed down to his neck. The Swede found the main mark on his neck, kissing it possessively. Tino let out an inhuman cry of pleasure.
"Berwald!" He groaned, his fingers grasped the Swede's hair. A small voice in the back of his mind wondered how he had gotten to this situation. Sure the alcohol and the rough sex was part of it, but he had said that he loved this man (vampire) who knew nothing about him, not even his real name. How had it all happened? When did it first begin? Tino remembered quite clearly the Saturday night that all of this mess started. It had only been four months ago…
Tino Vainamoien skidded to a halt in front of a warehouse-like building. A bright neon sign flashed the name of the bar, The Alps, amid a snow topped mountain scape. It was a fitting name for a neutral bar and club in the middle of mob territories. The blond Finn's mind recalled the events that had gotten him to this spot with an annoyed sigh. Last week, he was Tino Vainamoien, the bright eyed federal agent who usually got stuck with the paperwork instead of cases. Last week, he would have been happy to get any case let alone a major one. Well Tino's wish came true. His boss, Arthur Kirkland, decided to put him on a major case that even Tino's partner, Alfred Jones, couldn't work on. Now Tino knew why.
The case was centered around the Baltic Strip, a port city best known for its exotic imports and more so for being the center of any and all mob activities. Tino was recruited to be an undercover agent and he begged Arthur to pick someone else. Arthur refused, merely remarking on all of Tino's qualifications. Who was born and raised in the Baltic Strip? Tino was. Who knew the city like the back of his hand? Tino did. Who knew the prominent languages that were used by the mobsters? Tino knew them.
And so, Tino Vainamoien was now Nicholas Kringle, the newest waiter at The Alps. He hesitated at the door, mentally going through all of the information he had memorized the past week. Suddenly the door swung open and Tino jumped out of the way as a man was thrown out to the sidewalk.
"And stay out, you lousy son of a bitch!" A brown haired woman yelled from the threshold. She wore a green T-shirt, a pair of dark ripped jeans, and a flower tucked behind her ear. Tino glanced at her, her information running through his mind.
Elizabeta Hedervary, The Alp's bouncer. Hungarian. Known for deadly use of kitchen items, especially frying pans.
The man, who was clad in a green hoodies and jeans, scrambled up from the concrete and turned on Tino. Even though the upper half of his face was covered by his hood, Tino could clearly see the dangerous blood-soaked fangs that smiled as the man hissed at him. Tino paled and stepped back, feeling the fight or flight instinct about to kick in. He could almost feel the waves of hunger flowing off of the vampire. Sadiq jumped at him, slamming Tino into the ground. Those smiling fangs reaching out hungrily for Tino's pale neck.
"SADIQ!" The vampire was ripped from Tino, who scrambled up and out of the way. Elizabeta was now in front of him, holding a frying pan in her hands. Sadiq growled at her, baring those menacing fangs once more.
"Get out of here, NOW!" She yelled. Tino backed up against the nearby building, his body shaking horribly. Sadiq snarled at her, but obeyed. He stalked off into the shadows, leaving the two alone. Tino stared after him, his head beginning to spin. A wave of nausea hit him and he slid to the ground, gasping for breath.
"Woah! Hey now! Are you all right?" Elizabeta knelt down by him, feeling his sweaty forehead. "Hey, kid? Speak to me!" Tino only stared at her, dazed and confused. "Kid! Kid?" She muttered something in Hungarian and fished in her pocket, pulling out a black cell phone. She plugged in a few numbers and held the phone to her ear, patting Tino on the cheek.
"Come on, kid…." She paused. "Ludwig! Get out back right now! Don't ask questions! Just get out here!" Elizabeta slammed her phone shut and shoved it in her pocket.
"Hey, kid, you gotta name?" Tino nodded slowly.
"Nick…Kringle…" He whispered hoarsely. Her eyes widened.
"You're the new waiter?" He just nodded, head reeling.
"Oi, Liz! What's the problem?" A deep masculine voice called. Before Tino could see who the voice belonged to or even think about processing any information on the person, his whole world fell into the shadows of unconsciousness.
oO Did I seriously just right that? Gaaah! Don't hate! It's my first guyXguy fic ever! But please feel free to review! I would love that! Please do that! :D
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-Emma!
