Author's note: Well I certainly hope last chapter was to your liking because now it's about to become a lot more fun. It's time to write some smut, smut smut smut. Some good old smut
Warnings: Shameless smut
Disclaimer: Don't own this thing called Twilight. I've never heard of it, have you?
I want your bite,
Wanna feel your teeth on my neck,
Wanna taste the salt of your sweat,
Gonna rock your body all night
(Stefan's pov)
He wasn't all too surprised when Maria phoned him two days.
He was sitting on his couch, flipping aimlessly through channels on the t.v when his cell phone rang. He looked at the caller, instantly sighing and pressing the green button. "Hello?" he answered hesitantly.
"This is too good, Stefan. I knew this would happen eventually, but I was not expecting it to be today."
He rolled his eyes. "What exactly do you want, Maria?"
"Oh, nothing really. Mi hermano is being very ridiculous at the moment. He's flipping out over what happened."
He stood up off the couch, heading over to the wall as he leaned against it. "Is he that mad?"
"Well, he's not really mad, but he's shocked. I think he liked it though."
"Maria, that doesn't exactly help the situation."
He heard her give a sigh on the other end of the phone. "Well, Stefan," she began in a know it all tone of voice. "You should talk to him. I know it'll do you both good and it's time I see him get laid. It's been awhile since has been."
"I am not going to have sex with your brother, Maria."
"Yes you are."
He rolled his eyes again, wondering if he should just shut his phone off on her. Then again, she might come after him, so he decided against it. "Look," he started. "I don't exactly want to see him. It was kind of a…spur of the moment. Chances are, he's going to fire me."
"No, I don't think he will. And if he does, you can come work for me."
He could hear the amusement in her tone, and shuddered at the thought of working for her. "No thanks, Maria," he grumbled. "Now if you don't mind, I have things to do."
"Like what?"
"Like clean my apartment. It's filthy."
"Hm, I suppose so. I'm surprised your landlady hasn't kicked you out already."
He almost smirked at that. "I have a feeling it won't be long until she does. She's always hated me for some reason, though, I'm not sure why."
"You could get rid of her, but I'm sure that's against your standards," Maria laughed at the other end. "But I'll talk to Vladimir some more. Don't worry, he'll come around."
"I hope so," Stefan mumbled. "I've gotta go now. See around, I guess."
Adios!"
He shut his phone and tossed it onto the couch, placing his head into his hands and walking around aimlessly. He wandered into his room, stumbling over the box that he had left out. He landed right in front of the blank tape that he had discovered earlier. He picked it up, staring at it for the longest time before heading back into the living room.
He put it in, waiting for a few minutes before the buzzing stopped. He jumped, seeing the image of his Mother on the screen, holding a baby in her arms. He could only assume the baby was him. His Mother turned back to the screen, smiling widely with her brown eyes shining.
His Father appeared next, a similar smile on his own face. "Hello Stefan," he greeted to the camera. "You were just born a few days ago."
His Mother laughed, shifting him to the left side of her arms. "We just wanted to tell you a few things, Stefan. We know that one day, we might not be here to explain everything to you," a serious frown was on her face now. "So, your Daddy and I decided to make this video."
His Father nodded. "We'll start from the beginning."
"It all started back in 1982," his Mother started. "I was engaged to a man named Alfonso Volturi. My Father had sent me to Italy to meet this man, hopeful that I would marry him one day. His dream almost came true. Alfonso was charming, and so were his son and daughters. His children needed a Mother, and I had liked them well enough for the most part. It wasn't long before I fell in love with him and we were engaged."
She sighed to the camera, almost looking a bit sad. "That's when I realized I could not get out of the life I was trapped into. Alfonso became violent and abusive towards me. He hit me whenever something in his life went wrong and demanded that I apologize for it. It was a year before the wedding when I met your Father."
His Father nodded. "I found her sitting by a fountain, looking miserable. I was staying with the Volturi, and we quickly became friends. Needless to say, it didn't take very long for us to fall in love. We were very careful about our relationship, knowing that if Alfonso found out, we both would be killed. Even though we knew it was a dangerous idea, we made love to each other one night, knowing that it could be the end of us."
"That's right," his Mother picked up. "It was a month later that I found out that I was pregnant. I didn't dare tell Alfonso, but I knew that we had to get out of Italy. I called my childhood friend, Kachiri, and she agreed to help us. Alfonso never let me spend my own money, so I used some of his accounts to sell small pieces of his property so that I could afford two plane tickets and a home."
"Things were going fine," his Father began. "But then Aro found out. His Father ignored him, thank god, but we knew that it was time to leave. So one night, we snuck out of the Volturi house and fled to America. Kachiri had set up a home for us, aiding us with some of her money, but we were so grateful. She helped us more than we realized.
"That's why she's your Godmother," His Mother beamed. "And we'll never be able to thank her enough."
They both turned back to the camera, small smiles on their faces. "We love you, Stefan," his Father started. "Even when we're not here, we'll always be right beside you."
"Mhm," his Mother mouthed. "No matter what you do in life, never regret it. Always remember that one time, you did want it. But we'll always love you."
"That's right, Stefan. Now we must go, but we'll see you one day."
The tape ended right there, leaving Stefan with mixed feelings. The inside of his mouth felt like lead. His heart beat wildly in his chest. He finally heard their side of the story. How could he have not watched that tape earlier? It would have explained so much.
He sighed, taking it out. At least the small part of him that wondered about his family had found peace. He no longer felt angry with them, surprisingly. He just felt a bit…hollow.
He put the tape back in the box, putting it under his bed. He crawled into his bed, looking at the wall nearby. He sighed, closing his eyes and letting sleep over take him.
(Next day)
"Stefan, Stefan you better open this door right now!"
He awoke, putting on some clean clothes and heading to whoever was pounding on the door. He opened it, seeing Mrs. Whitefield glaring down at him. "Your rents overdue," she snarled. "It's been overdue for almost two months!"
Stefan sighed, grabbing his wallet, but she stopped him. "I'm tired of having you do this, Stefan. I want you out of the complex by the end of this week, do you hear me?"
He stared at her, feeling anger rise up in him. He felt like punching the old bitch, but knew he would only get the cops called on him. "Fine," he growled. "This place is a rat's next anyway. I think maybe I'll call the sanitation inspector while I'm gone."
She glared intensely at him. "You wouldn't do such a thing," she spat at him. "Who would believe you?"
He shrugged. "I don't know, but at least I'm not the one who's going to die in ten years."
"How rude!"
She muttered something under her breath as she stalked away. People had begun to look at him through the doors in the hallway, but quickly shut them when the old hag disappeared. Stefan kicked a chair in the kitchen, pulling at his hair. His life could not get any worse at the moment. Now where was he going to go?
His phone rang at that moment, and he cursed when he saw who it was. "Hello?" he said hesitantly.
"Hello, Stefan," Vladimir's voice began slowly. "We need to talk."
"Now is not a very good time, Vladimir."
"I don't care. Just get over here."
"Fine."
He headed out of his former apartment, down to where his borrowed car was. He hopped in, driving to Vladimir's home. Vladimir was waiting for him in his office, looking just as tense as Stefan was. "What did you want me for?" he grumbled. "This isn't a very good time right now."
Vladimir glanced at him. "We need to talk about what happened four days ago."
"What's there to talk about?"
Vladimir gave him a withering look. "You ran off. Why did you do that?"
Stefan sighed. "What kind of person kisses their own boss? Sick people! I didn't mean to, so if you're offended, I," he stopped right there, thinking about his words. "I'm not sorry."
"Excuse me?"
Stefan nodded. "I'm not sorry I did it, but, if you want to fire me, that's fine."
Vladimir blinked at him. "I'm not going to fire you. Whatever gave you that impression? Maria said the same thing," he glared at the ceiling. "She said I should give you some space before calling you. I'm not upset with you, you know."
"You're not?"
Vladimir shook his head, looking almost a bit sheepish. "No, I wanted it. In fact, I've been wanting it for a while now."
Stefan just stared at him for a long time. Vladimir walked around his desk slowly, looking at the random objects lying on the table. Stefan blinked, his voice finally coming back to him. "You've been wanting me to kiss you for a long time?"
Vladimir nodded, not looking at all sorry for what he said. "Yes, well, technically, I've been wanting you for a long time."
Stefan felt his palms become a bit sweaty. "How long have you been wanting me?"
"Since last summer. I didn't say anything because I knew you didn't feel that way, but then at the hotel in Italy, I heard you masturbate to my name."
Stefan turned red, turning away from the blond. So he had heard them. Well, that was defiantly awkward. Vladimir stood behind him. "I didn't intend,"
"To fall for me, I know," Stefan finished. "But it happened."
"It did."
"So, what now? Stefan asked, turning around to face his boss. "Where do we go from here?"
"You decide," Vladimir answered back, looking as calm as he ever did. "I'm aware of both answers and I have reasonable reactions to each of them."
"So, if we decide to see each other on that level, then what?"
Vladimir shrugged. "We see what goes on from that road," he sighed. "And if you say no, we go back to being what we were earlier."
"Bickering buddies?"
Vladimir smirked. "Bickering buddies."
Stefan stared at the wall. "I'm not against the idea of us being together, but," he trailed off. "Wouldn't that kind of screw up the boss and employee relationship?"
Vladimir cocked his head slightly. "No, not really. I'll still be paying you, so it's not like you'll be killing people for no reason."
Stefan let out a chuckle. "Killing off Volturi people is a reason."
Vladimir smirked again. "True, but the decision is up to you. I've already made mine."
Stefan stared at Vladimir, who had turned his back towards him to go through some papers. He felt the itching feeling to grab his hair, to feel its softness. He wouldn't deny it, but he liked the way Vladimir's lips felt against his.
"I want you," he admitted. "I really do."
Vladimir was at his side in an instant. "Good, because I'm not usually one to take no for an answer."
Stefan smirked, feeling his hand brush Vladimir's. "Aren't you a spoiled little boy?"
"You have no idea how much I want to kiss you right now."
Stefan grinned. "Then do it."
Vladimir growled, but pressed his lips against Stefan's. It wasn't a gentle kiss, but a kiss filled with pent up need. Stefan responded back eagerly, crashing into Vladimir as their lips moved against each other's. Vladimir flipped him around, pressing Stefan onto the edge of the desk to gain more access into his mouth.
Stefan opened up for him, wrapping his arms around Vladimir's neck and pulling on his blond hair. Vladimir kept a vice grip on his hips, steadying himself as he bruised Stefan's lips with his. He did eventually stop, only to press his forehead against Stefan's. "Do you want to continue?"
Stefan didn't even answer him; he just pressed his hips against Vladimir's, earning a groan from the other man. Stefan grinned, pulling Vladimir back for another kiss. His tongue licked at Vladimir's lower lip, his teeth biting the blonde's lower lip as he asked for entrance. Vladimir opened his mouth, letting Stefan explore it while he explored Stefan's.
Stefan's lips were covered with saliva by the time they were done. Vladimir was even closer to him now, almost to where their hips were touching. Stefan slowly slid off the desk, just enough to the point where their hips touched. Vladimir let out a groan, taking Stefan by the hand and leading him somewhere.
"Where are we going?" he asked, amused by Vladimir's need.
"My room."
Vladimir opened the door, closing it behind him while Stefan stood innocently there. Vladimir walked forward calmly, grabbing Stefan with surprising Strength. Stefan wrapped his legs around his waist kissing him again as they toppled on the bed, Stefan on top and tracing a few fingers down Vladimir's jacket.
Vladimir laid there expectantly for him, his eyes waiting for what Stefan would do next. Stefan grinned, rolling his hips into Vladimir's. Vladimir let out a deep moan, his hand grabbing Stefan's hips as he pulled him forward. Stefan did it again, until he felt hardness underneath him.
Vladimir sat up, taking off Stefan's shirt as he kissed his way down his body, undoing Stefan's pants. Stefan helped him with his clothes until they were both naked, looking at each other's pale bodies. Vladimir kissed his neck, leaving small bruises on the way down to where his lips brushed past Stefan's erection. Stefan whimpered angrily, wanting to feel the pleasure again. Vladimir looked up at him with gray eyes. "Tell me what you want, Stefan."
"I want you to suck me off," he whispered.
Vladimir grinned, licking his hardened cock slowly. Stefan gripped the bed sheets, his knuckles turning white. Vladimir continued to do that, his tongue brushing the head before taking the length in slowly. His blond head bobbed up and down as he played with it in his mouth, his tongue continuing to lick his cock.
Stefan let out a groan of relief as he released himself into Vladimir's mouth. Vladimir swallowed his semen slowly, licking every last drop until Stefan turned him over. Vladimir spread his legs slightly, knowing what Stefan was going to do.
"I have lube in the drawer."
Stefan reached over, pulling the drawer out and grabbing the bottle. He squirted some on his cock and some into Vladimir's entrance as Vladimir layed there patiently. Stefan kissed him again before he entered him slowly.
The whole experience was phenomenal. Vladimir moved against him each time he pushed into him slowly. Their bodies seemed to mold together, even though male bodies weren't supposed to be together like that. He grabbed Vladimir's cock, pumping it in his hands as he found his release.
He collapsed against Vladimir's body, sweat lining his own. Vladimir gave deep groan as he released his own release as well.
"I could get used to this," Stefan admitted.
"As could I."
(Later on that evening)
So your land lady kicked you out?"
Stefan nodded, propping his elbow up as he lay beside Vladimir. The fire on the other side of the room cast an earth real glow onto them, and they were too comfortable to move. Vladimir sighed, shaking his head. "She sounds like a bitch."
"She is."
Vladimir laughed. "Well, you could always come stay with me. It gets lonely in this house, you know."
Stefan grinned. "That wouldn't be so bad."
And for once, he actually meant it.
Review please! I tried not to make this too explicit, because some people whine about how some stories have sex in them. Boo hoo, it's how you were made. Get over it. Song was I want your bite by Chris Crocker.
