Ivan walked through the sea of people and color, deliberating ignoring almost everything. He really wished that people could keep their noise pollution inside, but they insisted on having these street festivals too. The sound, the lights, and the crowds all ruined the natural beauty of the night. He couldn't begrudge this one too much though; it was easy to disappear into. These sorts of things were also always a kind of orgy set to rock and roll and the pounding of footsteps, so it was easy to find a meal or two. Ivan had already had three dancers and his mind was much clearer. He no longer felt starved and he had regained all of his old senses.
He couldn't yet see his mate, but he could smell him. Even in this crowd of people, Gilbert's unique scent mixed with the pheromones that a sex-starved vampire naturally produced drifted over the crowd. It was so sensual and completely irresistible. It was his mate's call to him and he needed it. Weaving his way through the crowd of people was almost too slow for Ivan to stand. He could sense how close he was now. A few more steps and he saw his mate. Gilbert was dressed in almost all black and all leather. He was leaning casually against a wall, looking out at the crowd of dancing people with an impatient look on his face.
His whole demeanor shifted when he caught Ivan's scent. He stretched his neck back, as if he was feeling invisible kisses on the skin, his eyes half closed. Ivan could also tell from the slight shift in body position that other parts of his mate's body had reacted as well. Gilbert turned his head in Ivan's direction and opened his eyes fully. Their eyes locked and Ivan poured himself into the other's mind. Come to me, my pet. Gilbert responded with a tiny smirk and pushed himself away from the wall. It took Gilbert a couple seconds to get to his mate in the crowd. Their eyes remained locked, even as Gilbert navigated his way between people.
Then he was right in front of Ivan. He leaned closer and whispered in Ivan's ear "Does this remind you of the night we met?" His voice was rough, with an undertone of playful innocence. Ivan could tell his mate was restraining himself to keep from asking to be fucked right then and there. But Ivan was hardly in the mood for these games, he didn't say a word in response. Instead, he seized his mate around the waist and pulled him into a kiss. There was no restraint in the way their lips molded together, nor was there any pretense of softness. All the same, it felt so perfect.
Ivan's tongue ghosted over one of Gilbert's fangs. The albino shivered. Gilbert's sensual scent was overwhelming; humans would never be able to produce cologne that had this effect. Ivan broke the kiss to begin kissing Gilbert's neck, where the scent was the strongest. The German moaned slightly and wrapped his hand around Ivan's head, entwining his fingers in the ash blonde locks. The Russian vampire connected his lips with Gilbert's again, at the same time moving one of his hands so it was on Gilbert's chest.
He traced the obviously erect nipples through the thin shirt, which elicited a breathy moan from the other. The sound itself was enough to make Ivan want to tear off the clothing that separated them and claim the lithe body, but he couldn't do that in public. He whispered in his mate's ear, speaking aloud for the first time, "I think we should find somewhere more private to do this, before we make a scene". Gilbert locked his red lust filled eyes on Ivan's violet ones and said "I already have. Cheap hotel, not to our usual taste but it will keep the slayers off our trail for a couple nights".
The room was sparse, but that was not the point of it. Once they were in the door, they resumed their passionate embrace. Gilbert's back was against the door and he was kissing Ivan in graceless, hungry caresses. Ivan's hands went to Gilbert's jacket, eager as they were to touch the pale flesh underneath. Each kiss was fire and heat, but the best kind. Their bodies reacted to each other without conscious thought, their natural instincts working on their own. Gilbert didn't want to pull away, but he forced himself to. He couldn't do this to Ivan, it felt too much like betrayal. He couldn't help think of how he had been unfaithful when he had kissed Roderich. He couldn't leave Ivan in the dark and pretend like nothing had changed when it all had.
He ducked out of Ivan's arms and walked over to the bed, his back to Ivan. He could feel his mate's eyes on his back, those beautiful perfect violet eyes. He couldn't turn around and look at Ivan; he couldn't stand to see the lust there. Ivan spoke "I don't understand. What's wrong, my pet?" Gilbert drew in a deep breath to attempt to clear his head before he said "Come here and I'll show you". Ivan's footsteps rang out as loud as thunder even in the carpeted room. The German turned as his mate walked over to him. When Ivan was finally level with Gilbert, the albino said "You need to see what happened while you were gone."
He stretched his neck, a vampire's sign of submission. Ivan still looked confused, but he took the opportunity anyway. He gently sunk his fangs into Gilbert's neck, taking in his memories with the blood. Ivan's mind was immediately filled with a confusing mix of pain and guilt with a blur of images, including a stunning pair of violet eyes. It took a moment for him to make sense of them all. Ivan finally released his mate, reeling from what he had just seen. Gilbert braced himself for the reaction, which he knew would be bad.
Ivan was silent for a couple tense seconds. Then, without a word, he seized Gilbert's wrist and turned over the hand to reveal the cross that was burned into the flesh of the palm. Ivan's voice was surprisingly gentle when he spoke "How could you hurt yourself like this, love?" Gilbert felt guilty at once and said, attempting to justify himself "I didn't know what to do without you. It hurt too much". Ivan reached out and touched his mate's face softly "Gilbert, I wanted to keep you safe. You can't make me feel like it was all for not". Gilbert nodded, somewhat glad that Ivan had not brought up the most important point. Ivan leaned closer and whispered in Gilbert's ear "And about your little slayer, if he isn't dead already, then I will personally destroy him".
Gilbert whimpered, wanting nothing more than to submit to Ivan to make all of it right somehow. Ivan was even more turned on by the whimper, if that was even possible. He was absolutely livid about the fact that the slayer he hated most might still be alive. But in the moment his natural instincts to breed were stronger than any other feelings. He whisked his mate off his feet and onto the bed. Ivan kissed the wounds he had already made on Gilbert's neck, the blood wetting his lips. Gilbert moaned, proving that his skin was more sensitive than usual; he spoke in his mate's ear "Ivan, take me, claim me, and make me yours again. Ivan….bitte".
Within a couple of seconds, the clothing between them was gone. Without the limiting cloth, the scent intensified, urging them both onward. There was no pretense of foreplay; their biological need was too strong. Their lips connected for a few seconds, then the Russian broke the kiss to say seductively "I'm going to make it hard this time, hand enough that you remember who you belong to".
He entered his mate quickly with no pretense of gentleness. Gilbert cried out, it hurt like hell but it also felt perfect being joined like this. He took a couple shallow breaths while his body attempted to adjust. Ivan didn't give him the time he needed. Ivan moved, albeit slowly. All of Gilbert's skin was extremely sensitive, the thrust dragged along all of his nerves. At this point, that wasn't a good thing. Their lips connected again, tongue against tongues, fangs bumping against each other. Ivan's fingers entwined in the albino's white hair.
Their eyes met and at once Ivan was inside Gilbert's mind. The sensations that both of them were feeling mixed together, Ivan groaned as he felt the pain Gilbert was feeling. In turn, Gilbert could feel how extremely intoxicated Ivan was by both the scent and the feeling. The pleasure that came from Ivan's mind softened the pain that Gilbert was in. Ivan shifted his aim slightly and hit the spot he had been searching for. Gilbert moaned out his mate's name as his back arched impossibly far. His eyes closed, breaking the mental connection.
The hand that wasn't holding on to Gilbert's hair grabbed his chin and forced it back to where it was. Ivan growled "Open your eyes. Look at me". Gilbert mustered enough though to open his eyes again and lock them on Ivan's perfect violet eyes. Pleasure spilled out of Gilbert's overflowing mind into Ivan's. The Russian moaned in sync with his mate, riding the same wave of pleasure. With their minds connected, they were able to create a nearly perfect rhythm.
Ivan's hand released Gilbert's chin and grabbed one of the pale arches of Gilbert's hip bones. The grip was so tight that it would have deeply bruised a mortal, possibly broken bones. Gilbert's arms were thrown out, spread eagled on the bed, his hands knotted in the sheets. Ivan's speed and force increased, sending overwhelming waves of feeling through both of them. The cheap wooden bed groaned loudly, complaining about the amount of force being put on it. Neither of them could hear it over their own moans.
Ivan leaned in right next to Gilbert's ear and said breathily "Who do you belong to?" Gilbert could hardly catch the breath to respond, he finally managed to turn a moan into a single word "You". His voice caught again and he lost the ability to speak. They were both so close to the edge and they both knew it. Gilbert came first, at the same time tearing the sheets to ribbons where he had been holding on to them. Ivan only got in a couple more hand thrusts before he came with such force that the already abused bed finally broke down the center.
Ivan pulled out of his mate and looked away, breaking the mental connection again. Gilbert wrapped his arms around Ivan's chest and rested his head against Ivan's broad shoulder. He closed his eyes and said "Fuck, Ivan, I missed you so much. Not just this, everything. You can't ever leave me again". Surprisingly gentle fingers brushed a few sweaty locks off of the albino's forehead, followed by a soft kiss. Ivan responded "Shh…my pet, I won't. I can't be away from you either. Fate has bound us together. I couldn't exist without you, not anymore". Gilbert smiled slightly, nothing felt more right than this. He closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of having Ivan here again.
Ludwig shifted his position on the floor, attempting to find a more comfortable position. In front of him, he had laid out all the photos he had on the floor, save the one he had in his hand. It was a year and a couple months old, it was a picture of his older brother. It had been a surprise picture taken by one of Gilbert's friends, the quality wasn't the best but it showed Gilbert's personality perfectly. He looked pissed off, but he hadn't had enough time to object to the camera being there.
Ludwig had been carrying this picture in his jacket pocket for a year now, using it to remind himself why he needed to find Ivan and kill him. Now Ludwig didn't know what the picture meant to him, it was still a picture of his brother but now it was also a picture of someone he needed to destroy. He found it hard to believe that his brother, of all people, could be Ivan's mate. He had been rash and immature, yes, but he had never been cruel. The idea that he could kill so easily, even kill someone he didn't know, was impossible. Ludwig never would have believed it if he hadn't personally heard Ivan confirm it.
He heard a slight throat clearing and looked around. Alfred was standing in the doorway, looking at Ludwig with something like pity. Ludwig gave a halfhearted shrug, showing that he knew Alfred was there and giving him permission to speak. The blond sounded like he was very cautiously choosing his words "I'm sorry, I can't imagine how you feel right now. But we need to find him and Ivan, to do that we need to know everything about him. You know him better than anyone". Ludwig looked at the picture in his hand mournfully "If I knew him so well, why am I so shocked that he could ever become one of them".
Alfred sighed "Ludwig there's no way you could have known. People hardly ever show outward signs that they are going to be vamps." Ludwig took a deep breathe that turned into a sob "But I could have stopped this from happening. I brought him into this world. If he hadn't been exposed to it through me, then he wouldn't have become a vampire". Alfred walked over to where Ludwig was sitting and sat down next to him. He said consolingly "Don't think that. Vampire's mates are like soul mates, you can't choose them. Even if you were an accountant, Ivan and Gilbert would still have met. It would have just been the same as any other victim. You can't blame yourself".
The German nodded, looking somewhat unconvinced. He switched his focus to the pictures. He pointed to one with what appeared to be a normal family and said "That's Gilbert and our parents before I was born. They were so happy, or at least I assume they were. My mother died after I was born from an infection. It drove my father into depression". Alfred nodded, and internally wondered if he should be taking notes. Ludwig continued to talk "Gilbert pretty much raised me because our father was always out. He died in a car accident when Gilbert was 14 and I was 11. That only meant that Gilbert had more responsibility".
Alfred glanced at a picture of Gilbert sitting at a desk with textbooks around him. Alfred asked "Was he a good student? Ivan said he was clever". Ludwig laughed slightly "That was an understatement. Gilbert is incredibly smart; he also worked really hard in school". Alfred nodded and judged that it was better to not interrupt. Ludwig continued "He didn't really change until he went to college, I guess he discovered partying and drugs. After he dropped out of college, we kind of switched roles, I became the responsible one. I always thought he kind of reverted back to a more childish state because he never really had a chance to be a child when he was supposed to".
Another voice intoned on the conversation "Did he ever get in trouble for fighting?" They both glanced at Arthur, who was now standing in the door as well. Ludwig's expression darkened but he answered anyway "Yeah, a couple times. He mostly got in fights with people who insulted our family". Arthur nodded "I thought so. He displayed many classic personality traits. Protective, Prone to aggression, smart but lacking in inhibitions, pleasure seeking". Ludwig glowered at the Brit "Don't dissect him like that. He isn't a formula, he's a person and he's the person who raised me. He's somewhere between being a brother and a father to me".
Arthur didn't seem at all intimidated "That was exactly the point Ivan was making. Do you realistically think that you could kill your brother?" Ludwig hadn't even though about that part so far and the question caught him off guard. He thought about it for a couple seconds and felt disgusted by the thought. He couldn't find the words to say he could do it. Every time he tried to picture his brother as a vampire, his mind conjured happier memories of Gilbert. Arthur nodded again "Ivan's right, you couldn't do it if you were faced with the opportunity".
This time Alfred glared at Arthur and said "Stop being so cold, this is seriously traumatic for him." Then the Texan turned back to Ludwig "Think of it this way: The longer he is a vamp, the more his soul is damned. He's already dead; all you will be doing now is saving his soul. Give him peace, it's the least you can do". Ludwig shrugged again, trying to realign his thoughts. In the meantime, he changed the subject "What are we going to do to find him?" Arthur intoned again "I am keeping tabs on all of the most expensive hotels, seeing as vamps tend to like luxury. Hopefully we will soon know exactly where they are". Ludwig nodded again and looked back at the picture.
Gilbert stirred sleepily and turned over onto his stomach. His hand brushed over the empty sheet next to him. His eyes snapped open at once, his heart started racing. He sat up quickly and looked around, looking for Ivan. He didn't see anyone in the room and his heart felt like it sunk straight out of his body. Had it all been a dream? It had certainly been good enough to be a dream. He lay back down on the bed and looked up. It confirmed that it had not all been a dream; the headboard was broken in half, as was the rest of the bed. The sheets, upon inspection, were torn and stained.
He didn't need to look at himself to know he was a mess. He reached up and pulled a feather out of his hair. It appeared that there were a few destroyed pillows. Gilbert sighed and decided that he greatly needed a shower. He was somewhat sure for some reason that Ivan would be back soon, that he was gone for just a little while. He threw off the blankets and walked over to the bathroom. The bathroom was as small and cramped, but it was to be expected with how cheep the room had been. The choice had been deliberate; the slayers would no doubt be watching the expensive hotels.
He stepped into the shower and turned the water on high. The shower head sputtered and spit pitifully. It took a couple minutes for the shower to start actually working. For a couple minutes, the shower pumped out hot water, filling the bathroom with steam. Gilbert managed to wash a mass of feathers out of his hair. He was also able to wash most of the rest of his body before the water went icy cold. Gilbert stepped out of the water quickly. His mind became aware of Ivan's presence in the other room.
It was exciting and comforting. He pulled a towel off of a hanger and loosely wrapped it around his hips. He had a feeling that he wouldn't have it on for long anyway. He walked out and spotted Ivan's back. He leaned against the door frame between the two rooms and cleared his throat. Ivan turned around with a smirk. Ivan spoke with a slight purr in his voice "Hello, beautiful. How did I ever exist without you?" Ivan sauntered over to the albino and wrapped his arm around his waist.
Gilbert reached up and caressed Ivan's face. They kissed lightly this time. Gilbert loved the sweet warm glowing feeling he got with Ivan's arms around him. Ivan spoke in the same seductive purr "I can see why that slayer would want a piece of you, but I won't let him". This statement reignited Gilbert's guilt about how he had failed to kill Roderich. He pulled away and said "I'm so sorry, Ivan". The other put his finger to his mate's lips to silence him and responded "There's something I need to tell you, I was too crazed last night to say it. You didn't fail to kill the slayer because you love him. It's because your biological instincts won't allow you to kill a newborn you created."
Relief washed over Gilbert, he felt a smile spread over his face. He responded by changing the subject "Where were you when I woke up?" Ivan reached into his pocket and pulled out a pair of tickets "I got us two tickets to Amsterdam. We're going to disappear until the slayers die off on their own". Gilbert kissed his mate again and then whispered "How about between now and then you and I break the bed a bit more"
A/N: Hasn't it been a long time since I posted a chapter? I'm so sorry about that, I have been really busy and this chapter turned out so long. Anyway, i hope you enjoyed this chapter and PLEASE review ^-^