New chapter! I just entered college so perhaps I won't be able to update as often as I'd like to but I'll try my best, I promise. This chapter is the longest one yet, hope I don't bore you with the smut x3

WARNINGS: Graphically described violence and sex scenes.

Enjoy reading, all you dirty-minded, as much as I did while writing.

CHAPTER X: Supressed Desires

Johann and Sasha approached us, followed closely by Klaus. The younger German looked worried and out of place; as soon as they spotted us, he hurried his pace.

"Vladimir, are you ok? You two just ran out of the place! Those guys inside the coffee shop…they were Volturi guards! Sasha told me".

"I'm fine; and we knew that, why do you think we stormed out, genius?" I replied coolly. I was just about to ask where the rest of the Russians were when they appeared from the shadows, walking towards us.

"What are you doing out here?" Viktor's tone showed they definitely didn't expect us. I turned to him, suspicion drilling through my mind.

"Perhaps YOU could tell us. What was that whole thing of getting out of the place conveniently before a Volturi patrol entered?" I spat, pointing at the Russian in front of me and feeling Stefan take a step towards me. Viktor raised a brow, incredulous.

"Are you trying to imply we knew that would happen?"

"Why running away if not? You have to admit is too much of a coincidence to go out right when two Volturi guards and one of the evil twins come in. Understand this is just me being cautious; if it were you, I'm sure you'd do the same", I explained in the most calm way I could manage but unable to kick the sarcastic note out of my words. Yuri narrowed his eyes towards me, taking a step forward and readying himself for combat; Stefan automatically moved by my side.

"So you're calling us traitors?"

"Think about it for a minute and tell me what you would do".

"You just called us traitors…"

"I said that if you were in my situation, you'd probably…"

"You Romanian bastard!"

Yuri launched himself against me, pushing me to the ground with his sudden impulse, his sharp claws digging in my clothes and reaching my skin. I growled in pain and rolled over to try and get him off of me. I heard some of our respective coven mates call out our names but neither Yuri nor I could hear them, caught in the heat and frenzy of battle. I bit him hard on the neck, making him howl and squirm underneath me, twisting his body in order to free himself. I maintained my grip tight around the skin of his neck, pressing him against the snow; something in the back of my mind, the conscious part, told me this apparently slender boy presented a threat to us, to our interests, to our mere lifestyle…and I had always been protective of what I cared for.

Yuri started pulling at my locks fiercely, trying to sink his teeth wherever he could but I pushed his head down with my elbow in an attempt to control him; the younger vampire was quite fast and fierce, though experience was on my side and I submitted him, despite the hurt in my scalp and the kicks and scratches my whole body was receiving.

"That's enough!"

I felt arms tighten around me, pulling me back. I freed one of my arms and kept on holding Yuri down with the rest of my body, my teeth firmly attached to his neck, and pushed away whoever was trying to get hold of me. A new pair of hands tried the same and I saw some others pulling Yuri away. Whoever was pulling on Yuri was doing a nice job; my jaws were starting to hurt because of the effort and the pressure augmented with the contrary force exerted from the vampire pulling my opponent in his direction. Soon, I had no other choice but to let go, finally realising that Viktor and Sasha had been pulling Yuri and Stefan and the Germans, trying to submit me. As soon as I made sure Yuri was contained, I freed myself from my captors, baring my teeth to everyone around me, my head heavy, half of the iris of my eyes black thanks to the lack of blood. I picked up my coat and shook the snow off of it; I hadn't even noticed when I had lost it.

Seconds passed and nobody dared make a noise; Yuri was still on the ground, Sasha and Viktor holding each of his arms. I turned around to find a defensive Klaus, a scared Johann and…Stefan was holding one of his arms, piercing me with his gaze, not scared but cautious of coming any near me.

"This is what I was talking about", I heard Yuri hiss. "We can't trust them; with such unexpected reactions, they're certainly no good battle companions".

"He's just hungry", Stefan answered back, his eyes never leaving mine; they were also half black but he had always been more controlled than me. Distress couldn't leave Johann's eyes yet and Klaus was still tense.

"Hungry? What a nice excuse…" Yuri started but was soon appeased by Viktor.

"Yuri! I think it's best if we all go hunting. You know Nikits kaya Street? We'll meet you there once we're done so we can take you to our home".

Yuri didn't seem pleased at all with the fact of taking strangers to his house. Still, Viktor looked hesitant at Klaus and nodded towards him.

"You could go with them and make sure they find the street, you've been here before…"

"I'll be on my own".

Wherever my voice had been hiding, it had come back. Everyone looked at me with wide eyes except for Yuri.

"I do not recommend you walk these streets alone at night, especially if you don't know the place…" started Viktor, but I interrupted him.

"It's just a street, streets have names. I think I'm clever enough to find it".

Viktor looked bewildered for a minute but then he just shrugged and helped Yuri up with Sasha's help.

"See you in a while", muttered Sasha as a goodbye but everyone was too concentrated in their own business to answer anything. Klaus scratched his head.

"Johann, we better get going", said the German but before taking a step, he glanced hesitant at Stefan. "You'll…be fine on your own?" he asked, but Stefan's reply was supressed by mine.

"If you want to go with them, I've got no problem with it. I think some time on my own would do me some good". I swear I wasn't implying anything, I did need to be alone but the way Stefan held his arm concerned me. He waved a hand, dismissively.

"As if I was going to leave you to your own devices", he said as he approached me, slowly; once in place, he turned to Klaus. "We'll be fine, thanks".

Klaus nodded and grabbed Johann by the arm; the boy was stiff and followed reluctantly. I felt a nudge on the ribs.

"Your sweetheart seems worried".

I snorted lazily; wasn't in the mood to play but I wanted to know what was wrong with my mate's arm, so I pointed to it.

"Are you ok?"

He looked at it nonchalantly. Now that he was next to me, I could clearly see the wound that had started to heal already. The skin was lacerated in a pronounced line; the scratch was deep, so much that if my mate hadn't been a vampire, he would've needed proper medical care to not bleed to dead on the snow.

"It's just a scratch. It doesn't even hurt anymore; I forgot I was holding it", responded Stefan carelessly but for the look of the scratch, I was sure it had hurt at the moment. Images of the fight came back to my head, blurry, and I recalled the moment when I had pushed someone away, just when I was all teeth and claws.

"I'm sorry", I said in an almost inaudible voice, still unable to believe I had done that to my mate. He shrugged once again and started walking aimlessly.

"Let's get something to eat".

The moon shone over the snow, making it gleam in the dark. The trees swayed languidly to the sporadic wind gusts and so did our coats and my hair. We walked lightly over the snow, our feet barely leaving footprints behind us; we were like two spirits, walking down the Russian streets without making a single sound, our presence almost completely unnoticed. Stefan was so quiet I could pretend I was alone if he went out of my vision range. We had walked deep into Moscow's streets and it took a while to find the centre of its nightlife. Though it was already late, young people danced in nightclubs or had a drink in the bars around us; we needed a less crowded place to feed. We passed by a particularly attractive place, so we put on our dark glasses to cover the black iris of our eyes and entered the building.

We didn't have to wait much time until a pair of girls approached us. I thought that was the perfect chance to get distracted and fed.

"What's with the glasses, handsome?" asked me one of the girls, her auburn hair falling in waves and framing her face. Right behind her was a blond girl with tanned skin and green eyes staring at both Stefan and I with a bright smile.

"I'm too sensitive to light", I responded with a shrug. Both girls giggled.

"What about your friend?" asked the red-haired again.

"Conjunctivitis", replied Stefan, indifferent.

"Then you must have the worst of lucks", joked the girl. "I'm Ivya and this is Maya. You two look like you're far from home…"

"Indeed, we just came to visit some friends". I didn't want to give much information, not that they could do anything to us, after all, they were about to become our dinner.

"And have your friends already showed you around?" inquired Ivya.

"We've seen the Kremlin, is beautiful", replied Stefan, making the blond, Maya, giggle in excitement. That made me feel quite uncomfortable for no apparent reason.

"And have they told you about Russian hospitality?" Maya giggled again to her friend's flirting 'kindness'. I forced a smile.

"Sure, but we haven't been able to experience it" I added; if they wanted to play, I certainly knew how to. Both girls laughed at that.

"Well, if you buy us a drink, I'm sure we could show you". Ivya was already approaching the bar and Maya sat beside Stefan, admiring his jacket or something of the likes. A few more drinks and the blond tanned girl was already trying to climb onto Stefan's lap while her red-haired girlfriend stroked my hair and combined her previously good English with some words in Russian.

We soon decided we had heard enough music for the night and ended up making out in an alley. Ivya licked intently at my bottom lip as she kissed me, trying to invade my mouth but for some reason, I had no intention of letting her do it, so I pushed her head towards my neck. She obeyed and started biting and licking and kissing it but I wasn't even paying attention to her caresses. My mind was away, thinking on the Russians and their true intentions and the motives our German 'friends' could've had to contact them; perhaps they trusted them, though I still had plenty of doubts. I thought about the Volturi, the patrol we had come across with, the high-pitched voice I had heard and the delicate hands; I wondered what would've happened if we had stayed at the coffee shop, making hypothesis on my head of the possible endings to that 'reunion'. But over all those thoughts there was one that haunted me the most: Stefan's injured arm, wounded because of me, and on top of that, Stefan's expression right after my fight, the mixture of feelings in his eyes, most of them unknown to me.

My coat and glasses layed on the floor underneath me; Ivya had slowly moved south, kissing my chest, playing with my nipples and stroking my crotch but her touch was foreign to me. I was abstracted in my thoughts, in Stefan's visage to be more precise. He and Maya were making out in the back alley, not very far from where Ivya and I were, far enough for a human ear to hear them but I said nothing about vampires. Both of them had been quiet, I could only perceive the rustle of clothes, the characteristic sound of kissing and more recently, the unzipping of pants that was followed by my own as Ivya took my length out. I wasn't totally comfortable with the idea this time; still, I let her continue. I could sense Stefan's body pressed against the same wall I was lying on, could almost see Maya licking him. The image made me frown but I pushed the uneasiness away and concentrated in Stefan's reactions, tried to picture him…I knew that wasn't exactly what I was supposed to be doing but I just couldn't hold myself back. I could see my mate panting, squirming under the touch of pale hands, my hands, instead of the tanned ones that handled him at the moment. I could hear his slight noises, making me groan a bit louder. I closed my eyes and pressed myself against the wall as if I would be able to touch him with that simple gesture. I felt the wetness of a tongue against my skin, followed by the dampness of a mouth, closing itself around my member. I gasped and I swore I could hear Stefan do the same thing right after me. The cold and hard sensation of the wall behind my back contrasted with the soft, warm feeling of the mouth that moved closer and then further away from my crotch. I could almost feel the thin lips against me, the perfect teeth of that perfect mouth; I also pictured the smoothness of the dark hair, a bit damp from the snow that had started to fall again, the pale, masculine hands that would move with expertise over my length. I was panting harder now and I heard my mate's low groans on the other side of the wall, pushing me closer to the edge.

I shut my eyes tighter, afraid that if I opened them, the enchantment would break and I would find the redhead before me instead of the smooth, slightly dishevelled, dark hair I yearned for. I knew it was wrong, I knew his groans were due to the blond Russian he was making out with but I didn't want to think about it at the time; I just focused on them, imagining they were thanks to me, picturing his grip on my locks, the coldness of his skin, the raged pulsation of his no-longer-beating heart, one of his hands stroking my length…his groans increased as if he had read my mind, making me moan louder, both becoming a panting and moaning mess. Suddenly, he let out a higher-pitched moan and that was all I needed to find release, groaning on my side of the wall, choking on his name behind sealed teeth. He came the second after I did, loudly; it was the most pleasant noise I'd ever heard and I made sure it was properly stored in my memory as I slowly opened my eyes and pushed the redhead off of me; I didn't want to see her face covered in cum, so I zipped myself up and just grabbed her by the neck. She gasped but was too drunk to do anything else. I sunk my teeth in her neck, tore her throat apart, letting the blood wash over me, licking it avidly, draining her entire body, dismembering it, chewing on the flesh to get as much fluid as I could. She didn't make a sound, I didn't bother confirming her death before tearing her body apart; I yearned for the blood, anything to get rid of the guilt of picturing my lifetime friend while getting a blowjob. When I finished, I threw the body to the snowy ground; Ivya's vocal chords layed exposed as well as her trachea, her clothes ragged. It was a pitiful sight which I didn't bother to behold for much time. I turned around and found Stefan standing at the end of the alley, pacing his gaze between me and my 'creation'. He had an indecipherable expression on his face.

"I can see you had fun", he said, a smirk playing at his lips. It was a bit hard for me to look him in the eye after what had just happened but still I managed to nudge him and smile. I thought of mocking about his noises but that would just make him wonder why I had listened to them so intently, so I just started walking out of the alley.

"Was she enough?" he asked, taking me by surprise.

"Enough what?"

"Enough blood, obviously. We can't do much if she wasn't enough in…the other way".

Stefan didn't seem to notice the uneasiness written all over my face. Because, how do you explain you got fully satisfied by thinking in your coven mate? I swallowed and kept on walking.

"Hey, Romeo, Nikits kaya is this way".

I turned around and walked in the direction Stefan had pointed. I straightened the neck of my coat to cover my face and walked a bit faster. Stefan didn't seem uncomfortable at all, which led me to the conclusion that my previous sexual experience hadn't been shared. I kept on gazing at the front, never turning to look in my friend's way. Suddenly, I felt a grip on my arm. I turned, bewildered to find an amused Stefan.

"We have to turn here. Are you ok?"

I nodded and was about to start walking again when Stefan pressed me against a wall; his burgundy eyes gleamed under the moonlight, giving him a fiercer appearance and also a very mysterious one. I felt tightness in my pants and cursed myself and his proximity but tried to keep a cool visage. He narrowed his eyes and studied my face a bit more, trying to find in my eyes what I didn't express with words. He exhaled almost imperceptibly and I felt the sweet breeze caress my face, the tightness increasing as my mate drew himself closer to me. His face was just inches away from mine, beautiful eyes staring right through me, delicate lips pressed in a thin line, the same lips I had pictured sliding along my dick…by that time, I was pretty sure Stefan had already felt the lump in my crotch and just when I was about to give up, he let go of me, smirking and walking to the street we were supposed to meet the others. I followed him silently, intrigued, not knowing whether to feel grateful or damned.