Chapter 2: Emergency

Gilbert had a sense of fulfillment as he dragged Matthew to their nest. He pushed Alfred the wrong way by taking his brother. Of course this could all come back to bite him in the butt, but he didn't care at the moment. He didn't have to worry about it right then. What he did have to worry about was Feliciano.

The small vampire had lost a considerable amount of blood after Alfred bit him and was now dying. He needed to feed as soon as possible, but they couldn't stop. They had to get to their nest first. If they stopped, the werewolves, if they were chasing them, could catch up and another fight could ensue. For now all they could do for the Italian vampire was pick up the pace and hope they get back before he dies. Right now it was cutting it close. Feliciano's eyes had slipped closed and Ludwig was on the verge of panicking. That's why, when the building containing their nest came into view, relief swept through them.

At seeing it, Ludwig almost doubled his speed, being careful not to bounce around too much. Gilbert matched his brother's pace, knowing that he could need help dealing with the injury. They burst through the door and Gilbert quickly ran to one of the cages, almost throwing Matthew in, and locked the door. He turned around and cleared one of their feeding tables, laying Feliciano down on it.

"Feli, open your eyes," Ludwig said, trying to sound calm, but the fear was evident in his voice. The two had been together for almost 68 years, so it was no surprise that he was worried. They met while Ludwig had gone out to feed. The German was about to drain the Italian of his blood, when he realized that something about him made Ludwig change his mind, and he turned him instead. Most nest leaders would be mad that someone had been turned without there consent, but Gilbert was happy that his brother found someone to love. Knowing this, he wasn't about to let the one thing that made Ludwig happy in this world die.

"Feli, please. I need you to open your eyes." Ludwig cupped his lover's face. "Feli... Feli!"

The smaller stirred and his eyes shot open. His hand shot to the wound on his neck as tears spilled from his eyes, the pain catching up to him. A whimper escaped his lips.

"Shh, it's okay." Ludwig shifted and pulled Feliciano's head to his neck. "Drink, or you'll die."

Feliciano whimpered once more, then bit into the soft flesh of his lover's neck. He drank the blood that flowed out, until he was no longer in pain. Pulling away, the small vampire felt his neck and found the injury to be gone. He hugged the blonde tightly. "Grazie, Ludwig."

Ludwig returned the hug and smiled. "Don't scared me like that, Feli."

"Ve~ sorry."

"It's okay, just make sure you pay attention next time."

"Kesesesese, you two are cute," Gilbert laughed.

Ludwig blushed and Feliciano smiled, pulling the blonde closer and snuggling into his chest. Gilbert's smile widened at the two. Despite being together for so long, Ludwig still found it awkward and embarrassing to be so close to his boyfriend. A small whimper interrupted their moment. This annoyed Gilbert, and he looked in the direction of their prisoner.

"Quiet!"

Matthew cringed and huddled into the dark corner of the cage. The German chuckled at the sight before him and bared his teeth licking them. The motion sent a shiver down the young blonde's spine. He looked away trying to convince himself that it was all just a dream. The albino sneered at the action, but left him alone for now. Within a few seconds, the rest of the vampires flooded in, all laughing at the fact that they had taken the werewolf leader's brother. Some were talking about sucking every last drop of blood from him, while others were disgusted by the very thought of touching him. They were all quieted, however, by Gilbert.

"There will be no feeding on the prisoner."

A few disappointed groans came from the group, but no one argued. Gilbert continued.

"He is our prisoner and could come in handy in our attacks against the Lycans."

Nods of agreement came in a wave in the crowd. A few shouted their approval.

"However," Gilbert paused, a smirk stretching across his lips. "That doesn't mean we have to treat him with respect."

A roar of a pleased crowd of vampires erupted, and would have been deafening to most, but to Gilbert, it sounded like music. He turned to look at Matthew, who was terrified at what was being said. He began to sweat as his heart rate sped up and his breathing quickened.

"Oh don't worry, Birdie. You won't die." Gilbert walked away, chuckling.

The blonde began to cry as he curled up in his dark corner. He began to wonder, 'What's going to happen to me?'

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Alfred jolted awake, feeling sick from the nightmare he had. Usually Matthew would be there to comfort him, but not only was his brother not there, the nightmare was about him as well. Sitting up, he partially hoped that the vampires knew that his brother couldn't tranform and didn't eat raw meat. For some reason Matthew couldn't eat raw meat like the rest of the werewolves. The last time he did, he got so sick that he almost died. Since then, he hadn't gone anywhere near any kind of meat, cooked or uncooked. Instead, he ate everything but, taking a specific liking to pancakes. Alfred shook his head in disgust. To him, pancakes had to be the absolute worst thing to eat. Sighing, he tried to let his mind slip from thoughts about his brother. He reached over and brushed Ivan's face, causing him to stir.

"Fredka?"

"Oh sorry, Ivan. I didn't mean to wake you." Alfred jerked his hand away, only to have it pulled back. The Russian nuzzled his face into the other's hand and smiled.

"It is no problem. You had another dream, didn't you?"

Alfred nodded, his eyes downcast.

The man, sensing his lover's dispare, pulled him closer and cupped the back of his head. "Everything will be alright," Ivan said, kissing him.

Alfred let the invading tongue enter his mouth as they fought for dominance. Despite being the pack leader, Alfred lost the battle and let Ivan crawl on top of him. The Russian trailed kisses down Alfred's torso, recieving pleasured moans from him. He inhaled sharply as Ivan reached his throbbing member and took it into his mouth. Alfred's hips bucked upward, and Ivan smiled in amusement.

He hummed lightly, the vibrations sending shivers down Alfred's spine. Before he could cum, Ivan withdrew and spread the American's legs. Alfred bit his lip, knowing the pained filled pleasure that was coming next. Ivan slowly pressed one finger against his entrance.

"Ah, Ivan..."

"Yes, Fredka?" Ivan asked, pushing another finger into him, scissoring them in a soft rhythm.

Alfred arched off the bed and Ivan knew what he hit. He hit the special spot one more time before adding another finger. Once he felt his lover was ready, he pulled out the fingers and positioned his own cock at the entrance. He knew Alfred didn't like to be teased, so without hesitation, he pushed straight in, creating a quick, steady pace. Continually, Ivan hit the spot that caused Alfred to scream his name in pleasure and soon, Alfred couldn't take it much longer.

"Ivan! I'm... going to c-cum!" Alfred yelled.

Ivan pounded into him faster, his own orgasm not far away. Just then, the American spilled his seed all over their stomachs. Ivan grunted as he was milked of his own cum. Spent, Ivan collapsed next to Alfred, both panting heavily.

The Russian smiled lightly. "You feel better?"

"A little..." Alfred's eyes slipped closed as he snuggled close to Ivan. "I love you."

Ivan smiled and placed a kiss on his head. "I love you too, Fredka."

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My second yaoi scene! I can't believe I actually did it... again! Anyway, don't forget to review~!