Well, here is this little present for all of you. I've been a little demoralised lately but that doesn't mean you guys won't get your update. Hope you have some fun with this. And if any of you is interested in Shameless, my tribute to it is already up here.
Warnings: some fighting and touching of inappropriate parts ;)
It would help a lot if you reviewed. Enjoy.
CHAPTER V.I.- BEDROOM CHRONICLES.
Stefan remained facing Vladimir with his back. He was seriously questioning himself on how good of an idea it had been to ask to sleep in the same room as Vladimir. Silence between them was awkward; neither of them moved, fearing they could disturb the other. Both swallowed audibly.
"So…Klaus seems interesting", started Vladimir in an apprehensive way.
"He is…polite", answered Stefan, stiffly.
An awkward silence reigned over the room, both vampires unable to say anything else. Vladimir cleared his throat.
"And…what were you two talking about while Johann and I were away?" started Vladimir but he immediately changed the course of his question. "Not that I care of course, is mere scientific curiosity".
"I bet it is", muttered Stefan, making Vladimir raise a brow to his comment. "Just about his life before coming to Romania; apparently, he and Johann went through a lot".
"Really? How amusing. And when you say 'a lot', you mean…?"
"Well, Klaus met Johann after a bar fight. It seems like the boy loves fighting".
"And he also seems to love sneaking into everybody else's life…"
"What did you say?"
"Oh, nothing"
*Sigh* "Anyway, what did Johann and you do in the woods? Whatever it was, it took you a while…"
*Smirk* "Why, jealous?"
*Laugh* "Me, jealous? Why would I?"
"No reason. Anyway, he just went to get me and talked about random stuff, nothing exceptional".
"I thought he had used your time alone to show you some of his 'Teutonic moves'".
*Snort* "I've already told you he feels nothing for me but admiration as it is perfectly understandable"-
"Understandable?"
"Yes, being such a talented and good-looking vampire is natural to generate admiration in everyone that meets me".
"You also forgot to add 'modest' to your list of attributes".
"And 'funny' should be in yours. Who taught you to be such a nuisance, Klaus?"
*Grunt* "Oh, please! I've always been sarcastic, what does the German have to do with it?"
"You tell me! Apparently you have grown way more sarcastic since you became 'best friends' with him".
"And you less tolerant since you spend that much time with that blond!"
"Less tolerant? I've never been tolerant at all!"
"Well now you don't even have the chance to aspire to it!"
"I think you should be a little bit more selective with the blood you drink; that brain of yours is starting to malfunction".
"I wish the problem with you was the blood you drank…"
Vladimir turned even paler than he was and jumped over Stefan, teeth and claws out; since the dark-haired was completely off guard, he fell to the floor, but he quickly rolled and ended up on top of Vladimir. The blond bit down on his mate's hand, making him hiss. As a response, Stefan grabbed his hair and pulled his head back; since the blond had his teeth still sunk in Stefan's flesh, he tore it up a bit. Stefan then launched himself against Vladimir, knocking him down when the blond was about to get up and biting him back on the neck. Vladimir growled in pain and scratched Stefan's back fiercely in a useless attempt to get him off. He then kicked his brunet friend off with a blow on the guts, Stefan's head knocking on the wall with a loud thud. Vladimir immediately threw himself over the brunet and restrained his arms over his head but it was no use; Stefan had always been quite strong and hit Vladimir on the jaw, making his pale head turn abruptly. Vladimir fought for dominance, placing his whole weight over Stefan's hips so he couldn't move; it was like having a heavy rock over his iliac crests and the more he fought, the more it weighed.
They both remained in that position, their breathings raged, Vladimir declaring himself the winner by restraining Stefan's arms over his head and succeeding, but for this movement, he had to place his torso on top of Stefan's, his face just inches away from his mate's. Tension started to build up as Vladimir's cold hands pressed Stefan's wrists. Stefan stared intently into Vladimir's eyes, the blond gazing back; they were so close their lips were slightly brushing against each other.
"Next time you want to kill me, try a better plan," said the blond right before releasing his mate's wrists and giving him a hand to get up. "We should have some rest, it's already 6 a.m."
"I agree", replied Stefan, shaking off the dirt from his shirt. "Oh, and if I had wanted to kill you, I would've done so".
Vladimir smirked and glanced back at his mate, which shirt was damaged thanks to his scratches. That made Vladimir's smirk widen.
"I'll pay for that", he said, pointing at the ravaged shirt. Stefan answered with a smile.
"I don't trust in your taste for shirts; just look at what you're wearing".
Vladimir laughed loudly, throwing himself on the bed. Stefan imitated him after taking his shirt off and tossing it to the ground; when his mate fell on the bed, Vladimir's body stiffened. Stefan was laying beside him, bare-chested, arms behind his head, his chest flawless under the moonlight.
"Is bad blood the only thing that binds us together?" asked Vladimir without even thinking about it. Stefan slowly turned his head towards him, staring right into his burgundy eyes. After a while, Stefan let his gaze down.
"Of course not; but since when do we give people explanations?"
And those words were all it took for Vladimir to smile widely.
The morning light shone through the curtains of my chambers, making me shut my eyes tighter. Even though light had no real effects on me, I had always hated it and gradually became more sensitive to it. Perhaps immortality was not as flawless as it seemed.
I pressed my head against my bed, rejoicing in its softness, one I hadn't felt in quite a while. The surface I was resting on was cold but comfortable; silk caressed my cheek as I nuzzled it in a child-like fashion. I couldn't hold back a smile.
Suddenly, the surface lifted, dragging me up with it and then down. I frowned, unable to cope with the fact that my bed was…breathing? I moved my gaze around, inspecting the bed; in front of my eyes, there were two bumps covered in sheets and my arm was resting between them carelessly. Slowly, I moved my head upwards, finding Stefan's calm visage, his eyes still closed. This realization took a while to be processed by my brain; in the meantime, my mate opened his eyes, coming out of that weird state of trance that is the vampire's sleep and gazing curiously towards me. I was so taken aback by the sight that I didn't make the slightest attempt to move from where I was. Stefan raised a brow and swallowed audibly.
"So…had a…good rest…last night?" he asked, his eyes, which were now wide-open, were still on me.
I froze and nodded awkwardly. Stefan swallowed once again, but this time it was nothing but air.
"May I have my…uh, body…back?"
My gaze slid slowly back to its original place, landing on the spot where my arm was casually resting, and if I could still blush, I'd be redder than the blood coming out from a young maiden's neck.
I quickly stumbled away until I had my entire bed between Stefan's body and mine. I stared at the window blankly, playing with my fingers, cold chills running down my back, so nervous that I started apologising like crazy.
"I a…I'm sorry for ending up on you, I didn't realise I was doing so…and just so you know I wasn't intending anything, no cuddling or romantic…I mean, stupid! Stupid stuff like that", I stipulated, my gaze still fixed on the pattern lights coming from the window. "And sorry for resting my arm on your leg".
"Sure, just…that wasn't my leg"
Another cold chill ran down my back and for the first time in a while, there was nothing on Earth I craved more for than dead.
